I Love Sexual Massage
The massuse was a handsome latin man, tall and dark, with rippling muscles shown off in his tight-fitting, white muscle shirt. And his tight fitting shorts revealed impressive muscles in thighs and legs, but moreso accented the impressive bulge to which my eyes were irresistibly drawn.
When I lifted my eyes, they met his and he was smiling. "Shall we begin?" he suggested.
I nodded, stepping behind the screen to undress, wrapping a towel around my nude body, the whole time letting my imagination run wild. The towel was large enough to cover my large breasts but I was careful to leave some enticing cleavage showing, and it hung below my mons and my *** almost to mid-thigh. When I stepped out, it was his turn to lower his eyes to sweep up my body.
When he lifted his eyes, they met mine and I was smiling, "Shall we begin?" I suggested.
He guided me to lay upon the massage table on my tummy, and he rolled they towel down to where my back was bare and only my *** was covered. My **** pillowed out from under me on each side, letting him see the sides of them, but the nipples were pressed against the massage table. His hands felt wonderful as he began to massage warm lotion into my skin. I lay there as he expertly worked on my neck and shoulders and it felt wonderful.
"Oh, my, you have great hands" I praised him.
"And you have great skin" he returned the compliment. "It is a pleasure to touch."
His hands went lower down my spine, and he lingered there for a while soothing my tensions and relaxing me. I was savoring the pleasure. Then he moved to my legs, working from my toes and feet up my calves and thighs, stopping scant inches from my already moist *****.
"Ready for the front?" he asked me, and I flipped over, not bothering to cover up, revealing my jutting naked breasts and shaved mons to his eyes. He enjoyed the view as he selected two towels and folded one to cover my nipples and one to cover my mons. He was very professional, but I could see the bulge growing in his tight shorts as he leaned over me.
He massaged my neck and shoulders, down to the upper slopes of my full breasts, and then worked lower down my rib cage before dropping to my feet and toes and up my legs again. I was just feeling so wonderful when he paused.
"Are we finished?" I asked him.
He nodded, "That is, unless......."
"Unless?" I asked.
"Unless you want more" he explained.
I giggled as I reached out to palm the bulge of his **** through his shorts. "I want more" I beathed hotly.
When I lifted my eyes, they met his and he was smiling. "Shall we begin?" he suggested.
I nodded, stepping behind the screen to undress, wrapping a towel around my nude body, the whole time letting my imagination run wild. The towel was large enough to cover my large breasts but I was careful to leave some enticing cleavage showing, and it hung below my mons and my *** almost to mid-thigh. When I stepped out, it was his turn to lower his eyes to sweep up my body.
When he lifted his eyes, they met mine and I was smiling, "Shall we begin?" I suggested.
He guided me to lay upon the massage table on my tummy, and he rolled they towel down to where my back was bare and only my *** was covered. My **** pillowed out from under me on each side, letting him see the sides of them, but the nipples were pressed against the massage table. His hands felt wonderful as he began to massage warm lotion into my skin. I lay there as he expertly worked on my neck and shoulders and it felt wonderful.
"Oh, my, you have great hands" I praised him.
"And you have great skin" he returned the compliment. "It is a pleasure to touch."
His hands went lower down my spine, and he lingered there for a while soothing my tensions and relaxing me. I was savoring the pleasure. Then he moved to my legs, working from my toes and feet up my calves and thighs, stopping scant inches from my already moist *****.
"Ready for the front?" he asked me, and I flipped over, not bothering to cover up, revealing my jutting naked breasts and shaved mons to his eyes. He enjoyed the view as he selected two towels and folded one to cover my nipples and one to cover my mons. He was very professional, but I could see the bulge growing in his tight shorts as he leaned over me.
He massaged my neck and shoulders, down to the upper slopes of my full breasts, and then worked lower down my rib cage before dropping to my feet and toes and up my legs again. I was just feeling so wonderful when he paused.
"Are we finished?" I asked him.
He nodded, "That is, unless......."
"Unless?" I asked.
"Unless you want more" he explained.
I giggled as I reached out to palm the bulge of his **** through his shorts. "I want more" I beathed hotly.
By:
outofbiz
Age:
36-40
,
Female
