She was n't really sure about this unscathed massage thing ... After all the thought of individual touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her friends has all put in to get her this massage and it would be variety of insulting to them if she threw it back in their face by refusing to go after they had paid for it.

'' Besides ... '' she thought to herself `` they did say that the masseuse was hot ''

She headed into the massage living-room and was greeted by the rather frumpy receptionist at the front desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a unspoiled omen '' she muttered under her intimation. She provided the giving certificate that her friends had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his survive client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the time nervously paging through an outdated magazine while she waited for her masseuse to land up with his last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hallway and headed out the front threshold, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sorting of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the highest timber stone by a master craftsman. She was so smitten with him that she almost missed him calling her gens a s time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his script in greeting. He indicated that she should follow him down the antechamber and she did so.

The massage room was small but cozy, blue wall and some accoutrement made the space tactile property secure and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and although she was quite indisputable that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and panties, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a farm eyebrow but no input. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying facial expression down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calves and massaging her skin with some sort of mineral oil that left her pelt feeling sleek and smooth. She closed her eyes as he worked and lost cut of time, enveloped by the calm way and the intuitive feeling of his firm, muscular hands caressing her body.

She was a piddling shocked when he started to knead her ass, cupping and kneading her impudence gently but firmly. She still had some insurance coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy lightlessness panties, and she supposed that this is what her ally had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly fellow contact. His men slipped down small, kneading her upper berth thigh and treading dangerously close to her pussycat. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to cross the miniscule distance and miscue inside her. She was surprised at the twist that her thoughts had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really account for how horny she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the outer lip of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more insistent when she failed to gloss on his presence. She spread her legs a picayune, giving him better access. She silently cursed herself, certain that she had just imagined his fingers, and that she would look like an moron spreading her legs for him like a horny schoolgirl with a crunch. She felt him silently slip aside the fragile firearm of cotton that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the lips of her pussy to his gaze. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger inside of her, the wet from her arousal providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert skill that you would expect from soul who touched hoi polloi professionally the slender fingerbreadth isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a still climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to have any interference that could be heard in the wait way all contact would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to bring her to a rapid instant climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this present moment held a candle to this man she had just met. Her rose hip bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second digit into her slick down hole. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit liaison that was occurring between them.

She felt his paw graze her backbone and realized that with deft finger's breadth he had undone her bra shoulder strap ( something her last swain had struggled mightily to do every meter they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her articulatio coxae to ask round him to free her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton panties and watched as they fell to the base beside the remainder of her habiliment. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the first of all metre in her life story, not counting her physician, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or scanty or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this stranger had stripped her of her clothing with the Lapplander amount of attainment that he had used to convey her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the phone of a zipper being undone and realized that he was likely going to take advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressure from the tip of his hammer imperativeness against the mouth of her kitty. His peter was so a good deal grown than the former men she had been with and she grimaced from the salmagundi of pleasure and pain in the neck as the massive member stretched her pussy. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his seduction as her snatch was well lubricated, which helped his pecker slideway inside of her. She felt his testicle smacking against her pussy as his thrust hit menage. She moaned quietly as her started his ravishment on her snatch. He pulled her to the boundary of the board, helping him to get a comfortably posture so that he could cause the leverage to fuck her. Her body was sleek with the vegetable oil that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the little table. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her snatch in perfect clip. One of his hands slid over her oiled torso up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep time. She covered her mouth to prevent a moan at the added sensation. She had always loved having her chest played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a difficult time cumming without some sort of breast stimulation. He had a hard time keeping a hold on her chest as they fought to escape his compass, slick with the mineral oil that coated a honest portion of her body.

She moaned in disappointment as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With picayune pause he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her ramification closed his cock had a more difficult time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vein in his penis as he forced it back into billet. He gripped her around the hips and pulled her body against his with the same rhythm he had used before, causing her breasts to bounce and slap against each other with the military unit of his thrusts. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the tot up sensation from closing her leg bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to feature her sound sharply cut off as his manus clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger's breadth up to his lip in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her leg, wrapping his weapon system around it and using the leverage to stay to pull her body against his. One of his hands dipped down between her legs, slipping between the lips of her pussy and finding her clit. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her clit. After scarcely a instant she could take the bring stimulation no more, her hips bucked and she shook as a the most powerful orgasm she had ever had rocked through her torso. She somehow managed to keep her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have been able to separate you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that bit. Her torso shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her torso. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this stop she did n't really care, but she was surprise to see him getting dressed again. She supposed that she had paid for this service, so in a way it was all about her, but region of her was disappointed. She would give loved a gracious mouthful of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two thing she was sure of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .