My 2nd Happy EndingI was a little embarrassed at first. I am sure he remembered me from the first time even though it had been 6 months since I returned. I was so embarrassed to have had such an ****** the last time. I still remember practically running out of the room dressed only in the robe they gave me and clutching my clothes. I could not bring myself to look at him or anyone else for that matter. Finally after a little encouraging from a friend (thanks Eve) and a long stay out of town by my husband, I got up the nerve to call and make another appointment.
The day finally came and was as tense as drum but once he started working on me, I completely loosened up. When we first started I was laying on my stomach, naked, under the sheet. I kept my legs slightly gapped and the sheet relatively high but not showing any ***. The layout of the room allowed for his entry through a door down by my feet with a good view between my gapped legs. I don't think he could see much, just enough to get his attention.
As the massage progressed, he stayed the professional and only hit where he was supposed to. I acted as though I was very relaxed, almost dozing off. It came time to roll over. After laying there a while, I managed to "accidently" catch the sheet on my wrist watch. When he had moved to my upper thighs, I relaxed my arm off the table and the sheet pulled up just enough to expose my freshly shaven *****. He kind of stopped massaging but never took his hands off my thighs. He finally started again but did not move down my legs, he just stayed very high on my leg for the longest time. I had my head turned towards him and very slightly opened enough to see. He had the biggest bulge in his shorts that I think I have ever seen.
I let my legs drift a little further apart and his hands finally started moving again - this time in the right direction. Rubbing very high, I don't know if it was by accident or it was a test but his hand just slightly brushed my swolen lips. I did not do anything. Then again, about a minute later it happened again. But again, I did nothing. After what seemed like an hour (damn anxiety), and apparently much in decision on his part, he did it again. This time I responded with a moan and pulling my feet up a little further gapping my legs. This must have tempted him too much because his next move was to blatently move his hands against my labia and as expected, his fingers slipped right between my very wet lips. His hand stayed in this position gently rubbing with gradually increasing pressure. I began giving him slight moans for approval as he got me more and more excited. As I neared my climax, my arm, which was still hanging off the table, wrapped around his leg and I pulled him tighter to me. I openned my eyes and watched him as his attention was intently focused on my *****. He turned and looked at me, our eyes met briefly, as my eyes then rolled as I arched my back. Finally, I orgasmed, soaking his hand in my wetness giving a slightly too load moan. He acted embarrassed but seemed to relax a little when I thanked him and tipped him very well.
I have already scheduled my next visit.