His hands kept mapping out my entire lower abdomen, massaging over my hips and back over my stomach, grazing my hem.
“I’m sorry… I think I might have gotten a little oil on your slip.” It was a mere murmur, and the thickness of his voice gave away, it wasn’t as accidental as he’d liked me to believe. “I’m just gonna…”
His fingers grabbed the hem of my panties and pulled them further down. I gasp.
“Just to have that out of the way…” He explained, I could hear a little smile in his voice.
I nodded, regardless. Too affected by his touches already. The sheet had slipped from my hips, and he could most definitely see my little triangle. I was almost sure he could see the outline of my puffy lips through the thin material. My breath hitched when he started massaging my hips again.
He didn’t stay there for long, maybe to tease or maybe because he was unsure of my reaction. He moved around the table and uncovered one of my legs, slowly working his way up my calf and thigh. The sheet was loosely folded between my legs, covering part of my panties.
I was aware of every patch of skin he touched, slightly shivering each time his fingertips skimmed closer to the crease of my thigh. And I thought to myself how I should could have done this all nude, no panties in the way.
Because I felt wet. My underwear clung to my pussy, and it wasn’t because he’d accidentally drenched the cotton in oil. As he worked on my leg, he spread them apart, and I was grateful for that piece of fabric covering the last bits of me as I was sure he could have seen it all.
Suddenly his fingers swiped the crease of my thigh and brushed the edge of my slip. I sucked in a breath, pulling every bit of energy together so I wouldn’t move. A mini explosion of tinges and heat caused another wave of wetness in my panties, and I felt my clit throb against the wet fabric. No doubt, despite the position, I had probably coated my entire pussy lips with my arousal.
He did it again, and again. His fingers pushed under the side band of my panties to massage up my hip, and I felt heatwave after heatwave traveling through my body.
“Sensitive…?” He low voice asked me.
I could only nod. Any attempt at an actual answer would have resulted in a moan.
“That’s normal…” He assured me. I heard a smirk in his voice. Smooth and seductive.
His fingers gripped the outline of my slip, seemingly to adjust it after his push and pull, but in reality, he lifted it for a second. My heart pounded up to my throat. Did he peek?
“Is a bit of oil on them a big concern…?” His voice inclined in a mischievous manner.
I gulped. “N-no, it’s okay.”
“Good.”
I heard another pump of oil before wetness rained down on my mound. My eyes frantically opened but the towel blocked my view. My lips parted, I was ready to intervene, when his palm pressed on my entire pussy.
I let out the breath I held and my eyes fluttered close as my pussy got the stimulation she’d been needing for 45 minutes. His palm rubbed in slow, strong, pulsing motions over my pussy and my legs parted on their own, wanting more. My underwear was completely soaked. Arousal and oil, both sides drenched the fabric.
“Relax…” I heard his voice near my head, and I got another whiff of his scent when his fingers slowly pressed between my lips, applying pressure from my clit to my entrance through the thin, slick cotton.
I gasped again. Two fingers moved up and down while the other stroked my entire body, from my tit to my hips and down my thigh just to move up again. I felt him everywhere, didn’t know what to concentrate on but the bursts of pleasure erupting between my legs and in my head.
Then he slid the wet fabric aside and exposed my soaking wet pussy to the air. I felt the contrast of my hot skin to the normal temperature, before another few drops of liquid hit my lips. The sensation left me shuddering.
I felt the drops run down my pussy, leaving me burning with desire.
One finger, probably his thumb, gently parted me and opened me up before more oil poured down on my clit. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
This surely wasn’t what I paid for. But oh god had I needed this.
“Just let go…” he murmured right before his finger spread the oil on my pussy, entirely unnecessary given the waterfall down there.
My sweet arousal mixed with the oil, and he ran his fingers beside both lips, then between, alternating the stimulation. Each time he grazed my clit, my back arched off the table. And every time the tip of his finger reached my entrance, my hips bucked up.
My breathing had turned into heavy panting, and it felt as if my heart alone wanted to push the towel from my chest with how strongly it beat against my ribs. Every hair on my body stood up in standing ovation for the touches I experienced, and my toes curled in pleasure.
I felt two fingers strongly press down on my clit and I heavily throbbed against them. Then finally, he slid down to my entrance again, the pad of his finger against my hole.
Slowly, he pushed inside, but all the wetness made him slip right in. I gave a big gasp and felt myself clenching around him immediately.
“Tell me when you feel it…” he said.
I wasn’t sure what he meant. I felt everything, couldn’t he tell?
His finger slipped deeper and pushed up, that’s when my legs bent on their own and my body folded. I let out a deep moan, felt that shake starting in my thighs and pleasure zapped through my pussy like lightning.
“Yeeees…” I moaned.
“Mhmmm… that’s it…” A second finger slipped in with the next push and I arched so much the towel slipped off my face.
He pressed firmly against my gspot with each thrust inside me and it all felt so slippery and wet, I wondered if he accidentally would push three inside.
His other hand rested on my hip, squeezing me, before he used that thumb on my clit for extra stimulation. I bucked off the table and cried out. His rhythm got faster, the sloppy noises louder and I pressed a hand to my mouth to keep my volume as muffled as possible while my eyes rolled back into my head.
“Like this..?” He asked.
I blinked and saw that knowing smirk on his handsome face, he knew. Nevertheless, I nodded.
“You’re taking them so well… come on… relax for me…”
I knew what he meant. And my body heard him loud and clear. His fingers kept fucking me deep and fast, it felt as if his entire hand was coated with my juices. His other thumb slipped over my clit, back and forth, creating smaller and smaller movements that sent me over the edge. I bit into my hand to keep from screaming out when my orgasm rattled through me.
My pussy clamped down on his fingers, his thumb kept rubbing while he pushed deep inside through my release. I moaned, pulsed, tensed, before I came back down on the table.
His fingers slowed. He had a tiny smile on his lips and a depth in his warm eyes, “Good girl…”
I whimpered. Something warm and fuzzy spread in my brain like fog.
Slowly, he pulled his soaked fingers out of me gave my pussy some slow caresses. “Better?”
I nodded, exhausted. “Mhmm… th-thanks…”
His hand reached next to my head for the small towel that slipped from my face, then swiped through my legs to clean up some of the mess. I quivered as the rough fabric rubbed over my clit.
He quirked one eyebrow. “Not enough?”
I blushed. I couldn’t possibly admit that this did just start to get me going. I had so much pent up energy in my body.
His eyes traveled up and down my body and that’s when I first did the same to him, only to find a big bulge in his pants. I gulped. My eyes snapped up to his face again, trying not to stare.
Suddenly, his hands were on my ankles. With an energetic pull, he turned me 90 degrees on the table, then gripped my thighs to pull my butt to the edge. All the oil allowed his hands to slide easily into the crook behind my knees, and he pushed my legs up and apart.
I yelped, surprised by his assertiveness.
One soft kiss landed on my pussy before his tongue licked up my entire lips. Next his mouth closed over my sensitive clit and sucked, leaving me breathless and fighting for air once more.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mumbled into my pussy, and the vibration gave my clit another jolt. His beard stimulated me, activating every bit of skin that wasn’t under the assault of his tongue. I moaned loudly and gripped the table.
His tongue slid between my lips to lick at my opening, then pushed inside. He fucked me gently, probably tasting the mix of my cum and the massage oil and I squirmed in front of him as another orgasm built up. He switched to quick licks over clit, making me buck and twitch with every single one of them until I came apart on his face.
I breathed hard, my knuckles were tensed up as I let go of the table and his face appeared between my legs. “Look at you… so sensitive and swollen… and so tasty…”
He smacked his lips. His face was glistening with wetness. “More…?”
I was too scared to ask. But he offered. I nodded.
His fingers swept through my pussy, keeping me aching and needy. “Condom?”
I searched my mind. “Purse. Front pocket.”
He let go of me to walk over to my pile of things behind the divider. I looked at his backside, the shirt slightly stretched over his shoulders and his walk was effortlessly relaxed. I put my feet down on the table, knees far apart. With one hand I swiped over my face, taking a second to consider what was happening. When I opened my eyes again, he stood in front of me already, condom in hand.
“You’re always prepared, huh” He smirked.
I gave an apologetic smile.
“I like that. Perfect for spontaneous moments.” He ripped the condom open and pushed down his pants and underwear.
His cock whipped out, glistening with precum and pointing at me. I bit my lip imagining his hardness inside me and felt another throb in my pussy.
He wiped his hands on the towel he just used on me, then rolled on the condom. I watched, desire probably gleaming in my eyes and a flush in my face. He looked so hot.
At last, he pulled his shirt off. A masculine chest appeared in front of me, tan and hairy, formed shoulders attached to the arms I’d been eyeing for half an hour. I took a deeper breath to contain the burning heat inside of me.
One hand stroked up my body to hold me behind my neck while the other pulled me a little closer to him by my thigh. Then I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. Warm, hot actually, and soft. His eyes stared into mine with a determination that surprised me a little. Then he pushed inside.
Both of us let out a gasp and he stayed inside for a split second before he started to move. Slow and deep at first, holding me strong in his grip. I moaned out with each thrust, feeling myself clench around his cock stretching me wider than his fingers did.
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I instantly clenched. His pace quickened, hips rolling into mine with long, deep strokes that made me feel every inch. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles while he fucked me. He grunted, then moaned as he felt me squeeze around him again.
I stretched my legs and placed my oiled ankles on his shoulders. I felt him slide inside me, hitting that spot he found with his fingers earlier and it made stars sparkle behind my eyes. His pounding increased. Skin slapped together and for a brief moment I feared someone could feel disturbed and walk in but as quickly as that thought entered my brain, as quickly was it fucked out of it.
He slammed inside me hard, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. “There we go… take it all…”
He moaned and I clenched, my orgasm building up rapidly. He held my thighs against his hot chest and my oily skin slipped lightly in the rhythm of his thrusts. Then he turned his head. I felt his teeth scrape over a sensitive spot on my ankle. My eyes rolled back.
“Oh fuck-“ His fingers dug into my skin possessively and I came, violently, thrashing on the table as the tsunami of pleasure rolled through my body. My clit throbbed heavily as I clamped down on his dick, wave after wave, squeezing his hard length. He fucked faster, hands leaving red marks on my legs and his face was contorted with pure desire.
His breathing grew heavy and he moaned out loud when I felt his cock stretch me further. I cried out again.
He rammed inside me once more, then stayed. A long and low groan came from his lips, and I felt his cock pumping inside me, finishing in the condom. He chuckled once, exhausted and satisfied, then placed a smooch on my ankle before letting my legs slide down on body. “You’re… fucking… amazing…”
Hazily, I nodded, feeling his cock slip out of my overstimulated pussy. I felt achy and puffy and wet. He caught his breath and threw away the condom, then used the little towel to swipe through my legs again. I scrambled back on the table to a comfortable sitting position.
“My god…” he shook his head. “That was incredible.”
I nodded. “Yeah… that was wow.”
My handsome masseur tucked his soft cock back into his pants and leaned in for a single, tender kiss. He tasted sweetly and my lips melted with him. We pulled apart again, his hand reached for his shirt. In the meantime, I adjusted my slip again, pulling it out of the crease of my thigh where it had been wedged. I took some deep breaths and he walked around the table, just to appear with a bigger towel. He took one of my legs into his hands and gently pressed the towel all around, absorbing leftover oil.
It felt soft. I let my eyes close and breathed in the lavender of the room. His attention turned to the other leg, then he came around my back and wrapped the towel around me. I enjoyed his arms around my body, squeezing me tight.
“How do you feel?” He whispered into my ear.
I smiled. “Really, really great.”
“Perfect.” His arms loosened around me, but he left the towel draped over my shoulders. I heard water run behind me before a glass appeared in front of my face.
Grateful, I took a few sips. “Thank you.. for… all.” I smirked.
He chuckled and cocked his head. “Thank YOU.” His eyes traveled up and down my body. “Come back any time.”
I bit my lower lip. “Mhm. Thanks.”
He took the glass from my hands and placed it on the counter, then gave me another wink. “I’ll leave you to it… it was a pleasure.”
A blush crept up my face and I clutched the towel around me. “Likewise.”
He left the room with another dip of his head. I stayed there for a moment before my weak knees felt steady enough to carry me over to my clothes. A smirk fought its way to my lips and I slowly got dressed, replaying the whole thing in my head. That’s when I realized, I didn’t even have his name.
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