Massages, coworkers, confessions, and more… oh my! [MF]

We’ll call her Molly.

Molly was a late 20s, spunky brunette massage therapist, plying her trade at a high-end spa attached to a high-end health club in the ‘burbs. Molly was also my significant other at the time.

We were fuck-buddies that evolved into some semblance of a normal couple. Our sex life was solid, albeit not exceptional. The highlight – aside from her genuine penchant for fucking in the shower – was the included, permanent hall pass for each of us to play with others.

I had an afternoon off and texted to see if she had an opening for me to snag a free massage. Turned out she had one and was happy for me to come by. Score!

Upon arrival, she quickly leads me back to one of the private massage treatment rooms. It was a tiny space with dim lights and typical spa music softly seeping in. As the door closes behind me I lean in for a kiss, only to receive a cheek in return.

I give her a quizzical look and ask, “what gives?”

With a smile that’s equally giddy and nervous, she bites her lip and then responds, “lay down, I have a story for you.”

I undress and lay face down on the table. She begins to massage my shoulders and semi-sheepishly asks, “do you remember when I told you about Beau?”

Of course I remember Beau. (Not his real name.) Beau was a co-worker from the health club. He was quite fit, quite charming, maybe 7 or 8 years her senior and unhappily married. Beau was also apparently a shameless flirt. I had learned about him because weeks earlier when, in the midst of a rather enthusiastic fuck one night, Molly confessed a budding flirtation with a co-worker.

As the massage continued, she stumbled through a few nervous pauses explaining how Beau had asked for a quick massage at lunch time and she had agreed. Molly went on to recount how, in that very treatment room not even an hour earlier, he reached a whole new level of flirty and forward.

I quickly caught on to where this story was headed and became quickly aroused. I rolled onto my back. Molly noticed my excitement, smiled, and began to shimmy my boxers off.

“And then what happened?” I prodded her for more.

It seemed as those her nervous energy had cleared and she was ready to torture me with details.

As I laid on my back, her hand now grasping my firm and throbbing cock, she said she had quickly kissed him, leading to minutes of wandering tongues and hands, before she had him lay down on the table.

Molly leaned over the table and began sucking my cock. With her ponytail of dark brown hair moving up and down in a quickening rhythm, she paused only briefly – at increments – to describe how she’d done the very same for Beau not long ago.

She continued to suck, lick, and jerk as if she’d done it a thousand times before, being sure to make periodic eye contact and share a sly smile.

I was close to euphoria. Molly was lost in the moment. (And that god-forsaken pan flute music they pipe into spas continued to permeate the room!)

With plenty of blood drained from my brain, I was floating a foot above the massage table as she finally licked me right over the edge.

Boom!

Wow. It was intense.

After a moment, I came back down to earth. Molly stood tall, wiped her lips, and swallowed the last of my cum.

I sat up, letting my enthusiasm for her services be known and suggesting I should be thankful she finally crossed that line with Beau. I was met by a bolt of lightning, a surprising comment that added great fuel to the fire, “oh that wasn’t the first time I sucked Beau’s cock…”

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