He had offered for her to come over for a massage; as was very good at giving one, to have some of the kinks in her shoulder worked out was too good for her to resist. She made sure to prefix the visit by making it clear sex was not a guarantee, yet the goose bumps she kept experiencing under that towel was telling a different story.
He was on board with her decision to keep things open however he wasn't going to allow the chance to enjoy her any way he could pass him by. He had always been fascinated with her profile and having her within touching distance was confirming what he had suspected all along - she was a beautiful, curvy, sensual woman. Laying there before him it wasn't hard to notice her ripe hips and buttocks silhouetted under the towel. A small dragonfly tattoo rested on her right shoulder blade, highlighted against her smooth caramel colored skin. He thanked the high heavens that at least he was fully dressed, in contrast to her stark nakedness which was challenging the best of his resolve at the moment. He knew he would have to remain focused on his massage techniques and not get too distracted by the temptation in front of him. It would be totally dependent on him, on whether if he could impress her with his talented hands and have her come back for more.
"Are you allergic to anything? Nuts, lanolin? " he asked as he turned away to face a shelf filled with various oils and lotions. "Just shellfish" she answered taking the opportunity to stare at his well-formed ass and thighs hidden under a pair of dark tapered track pants. His 5'10 physique was toned and well maintained as evidenced by well-defined arms and chest hugged by the fitted polo. "Well I guess we'll skip the surf and turf dinner then and go straight to the dessert" He winced at his lame attempt at a joke... it sounded more clever in his head. He would have considered himself to be quite fortunate to take her to dinner, but so far, massaging her muscles was their only arrangement. "Well a good chocolate soufflé is my weakness." She responded, encouraging him. "Good to know" he smiled, selecting a lavender and sandalwood blend to do the job. Walking around the table to face her shoulders, he warmed it up a little in his hands.
The first touch was a smooth, firm, long stroke that glided over the back of her shoulder blades, down her back stopping just before the rise of buttocks where the edge of her towel rested. It was perfect.She had never been a huge fan of massages and rarely took the opportunity to indulge herself on that level. However she was instantly happy she decided to let him lay his hands on her like this. Very soon she could feel her body eagerly relaxing under his touch and old areas of tension beginning to melt away.
He heard her moan softly, unconsciously and knew he was on the right track. "Seems like you needed a little ‘me' time" "Yes, well things have been really busy lately" "You have some tightness in your shoulders. Hope things aren't too stressful" "Well I was hoping you would help me relieve some of it" Her voice was inviting and seductive in his ears. Almost instantly the slight hardness in his pants was stirring, awakening more than he wanted it to. Even though she wouldn't see it, he didn't want a raging boner to be awaiting her when she had to turn over. He wanted to be as professional as he could under the circumstances. "Down boy" he chastised himself silently. He immediately steered the conversation towards something more innocuous and boring as he finished her shoulders and back moving down to her shapely legs and thighs. Despite his best efforts his cock was now raging a verbal war in his head: "Why are torturing me like this? Jesus can't you see how smooth and delicious those thighs are? Just move your hands a bit higher and see what she does...she might even be a little wet already. I'm sure we can do better to relieve her stress, with your tongue between her..." "Shut up" he mumbled unconsciously "What was that?" "So what I'm thinking you can flip over and I'll start your front" He turned his back to allow her to turn over in some privacy, but mostly to pace himself from ravaging her luscious body.
She was surprised he hadn't tried to touch her in a sexual way even though some of his strokes up her thighs did arouse a sensual energy. He was obviously very good at massage and she couldn't help but wonder what other skills his hands...mouth...cock were practised in. Her heart-rate was a bit elevated by the time he was rubbing her neck and she knew it would only be a matter of time before he figured out she was becoming aroused. Closing her eyes she tried to calm her breathing and focus on the lushness of the massage oil and his hands on her skin as he worked his magic. She felt his pause as he reached the edge of her towel that covered her breasts. "You can go ahead ...we're both consenting adults" she said - her voice cascading like warm caramel over him. Her eyes were still closed, her face calm and relaxed...she smiled gently. He folded the towel back to expose her firm D cup tits and couldn't help but admire how smooth and soft they looked. His hands cupped and massaged them, briefly playing with the nipples which hardened almost instantly under his touch. She had a small constellation of tiny moles scattered between and under her breasts which made them even more desirable. His cock was now so hard and taunt that every time he touched her he felt like he was being pushed closer and closer to the edge. He proceeded in relative silence as the sexual current between his fingertips and her skin grew. She had a small, soft tummy which pleased him was he worked in swirls around her bellybutton. He noticed an absence of hair at the top of her V, the rest hidden under the towel; he saw her smiling ever so slightly as his hands worked around her hips. His hands felt smooth and reassuring as they firmly caressed her, edging closer towards her wanting. She wanted him so badly to stroke between her legs that she opened ever so slightly to him, yet she knew she should also savour the slow, erotic journey he was taking to get to her throbbing apex. Every stroke was pure torture making her pussy bloom more wetness in anticipation of his touch. The yanking of the towel away made her abruptly resurface from her sensual trance, in time to see him slip one hand up her inner thigh, all the way up to her moist, hot pussy.
She gasped as fingers gingerly probed her opening then moved up to find her clit. Involuntarily her hips bucked towards his hand... wanting more. In no time he had pushed her legs up exposing her to him fully as he positioned himself for a taste. He lowered his head and took a slow lick. "She tasted like heaven" he thought as his tongue flicked between her lips, skimming her warm, thick nectar. He slowly began to feed at her fountain, encouraged by her hands now buried in his hair and her insatiable moans. Flicking his tongue softly against her hardened clit made her spring even more moisture for him to feast on. Slipping two fingers into her hungry pussy revealed tight muscles that instantly clenched - a preview that made his cock jump. Ignoring his own burning wanting he knew that she would cum once he found the right rhythm. So he began to slowing finger- fuck her, pressing in then withdrawing his fingers from her with a slight twisting motion on the end. While his mouth explored, sucked and licked every inch of her shaved cunt.
Pretty soon she was grinding her pussy into his face in such an erotic and carnal way, it made her blush to watch her own body reacting so powerfully to his persuasions. He certainly knew what he was doing and had an end-goal in mind...and she was going to give it to him. As the pace increased she could feel the tension building tighter and tighter in her groin, as her fingers roamed through his hair, urging him to quicken his motions. Her back began to arch as she felt the tsunami of pleasure coming closer to shore; shortening her breathing, forcing her moans to become more urgent. In a few seconds she found herself orgasming in his mouth, ripples of pleasure overtaking her body as her hips shuddered. She grabbed his head urging him up over her trembling body towards her mouth. Their first kiss was deep, wet and urgent - her tongue relishing the taste of her own pussy on his lips. He had somehow managed to slide his track pants and underwear down over his hips and now was pressing his urgent, throbbing seven inches next to soaking wanting. Her hand gripped his cock, feeling out his apparent thirst for her and it pleased her to feel that half his cock was already slicked with pre-cum. He lowered his head to an erect nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking greedily on it. She moaned then cheekily positioned herself directly under him so as to hook both legs around his hips, heels under his ass, urging him forward.
He entered her slowly but deliberately, pressing his rock-hardness past her slicked, tight muscles, into her molten core. She squeezed her eyes shut, moaning as he pressed himself into her with another deep thrust. A wave of acute pleasure washed up from his cock over his lower back, dispersing all over his body. "Fuck woman" he swore as he buried his face in her neck, grinding and thrusting into her. She still had her legs wrapped around him as he fucked her so deep and urgently he thought he might have been seeing stars. How good her pussy and body felt was downright intoxicating and he felt like he didn't want that feeling to end anytime soon. They were matching each other, stroke for stroke, when he felt that enviable tightening in his balls that signaled he was close to cumming. Definitely not wanting things to end, he slowed the pace and began to nibble on her earlobe, drinking in how silky it felt and her amber-noted perfume. Unfortunately his attempt to delay his orgasm was met with her grinding against his hips, her muscles firmly pumping his cock was she whispered in his ear "I'm cumming again"
At that point it was virtually impossible to give her what she wanted without orgasming himself. Complying with her wishes he began to thrust deep and hard, gripping her ass cheeks as he pounded her. His earlobe nibbling was enough to make her crest again, allowing her body to crash into another orgasm with the pumping of his hard, urgent cock. She tried not to squeeze his cock too tightly as spasms racked her body - it was in that moment she felt him releasing into him own orgasm. His cock pulsed uncontrollable was he emptied himself into her. He carefully removed himself from above her and slid down next to her on the narrow table, spooning her closely. His breath was hot and rapid against her damp shoulder however she was intrigued that his spent cock was still alive, even though sailing at half-mast. "I think that is what you call a massage with a happy ending" she giggled "Who says this is the ending?" he kissed the side of her neck, moving his hand to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. He had no intentions of letting her go till she had experienced several more orgasms and was begging him to stop. "That was just the beginning."
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