Dressed in only a short robe, she walked unwillingly toward her front door to answer the knock of her substitute massage therapist. Her regular therapist was feeling under the weather but had set her up with a “really sweet guy” to take her place for today.
Opening the door she found her staring at a smiling Adonis-like specimen and in an instant the voice in her head transitioned from “Damn, should I be doing this?” to “Oh my God, I’m definitely doing this!”
As she showed him where to set up his massage table, she admired what an effort he must have made to put on such a tight t-shirt and shorts. His body was beautifully sculpted and he was an expert at presenting the rippled muscles under his shirt and the well-endowed package he had in his shorts!
Not being able to keep the flirtatious tone out of her voice, she asked “Where do you want me?”
“Winking at her he said, “Let’s have you get on the table and lay on your stomach. I’ll cover you with a towel so you can take your robe off.”
“Oh, that’s ok, I’m not that modest.” With that, she dropped her robe to the floor, exposing her small but perfectly proportioned breasts and her landing strip-groomed pussy!
He began the session by applying soft pressure at the top of her back and, very slowly, used circular motions down both sides of her spine until he reached her waist. She realized that just the touch of his hands had made her pussy wet with hopeful anticipation.
He moved down to her ankles and began to repeat the circular motion procedure, slowly moving up her legs. She began to panic as she realized her “landing strip” was so drenched that the wetness had begun to move down along the inside of her thighs.
Feeling her body tensing, he asked, “You’re tensing, is everything ok?”
With a nervous giggle she said, “Uh, well, I’m just a bit embarrassed to admit that if your hands keep moving up my legs they’re going to get wet!
With his voice softening, he responded, “I’ll take care of it when I get up there, don’t worry.”
A bit relieved, and even more turned on now, she parted her legs to allow him the chance to dry her thighs with his towel, but as he did, she felt his hand lightly brush up against what she imagined to be her glistening pussy. An involuntary moan escaped from her lips.
He quickly spoke, “Oops, I’m sorry about that.”
Seizing the moment, she reached behind her, grabbed his hand, and placed it up against her dripping crotch, saying, “Don’t be sorry, do it some more! Please …”
He immediately began to rub his hands all over her hot pussy, teasing her outer lips, lightly flicking her clit, and playfully probing his fingers inside of her. Her body began to buck up and down on the table, with her ass rising to allow his hands full access to her entire pelvic region. In her moment, his hands and fingers felt as though they were ravaging her body as they continued to work her clit while also beginning to offer her anal stimulation!
His hands had taken her to a point of succumbing to the pleasure they were providing. She felt a prolonged sense of euphoria until she felt the tremendous pulsating release of her juices and then she began to feel her wetness begin to squirt and flow on to the table. Her body continued to react to her orgasm by rhythmically moving up and down sliding her wet pussy lips up and down against his hands and fingers. She rode on his hands as her orgasmic crests continued until finally collapsing on top of the massage table.
He picked her up from the table, laid her on the couch, and covered her with her robe. He folded up his table, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and let himself out the door.
