During my time as a travel nurse, I’ve made a lot of new friends all over the country. And over the holidays I was on a lengthy vacation that allowed me to do some more traveling and visit a few of these friends. One of them, Annie, was a massage therapistā¦I was in desperate need of a good rub down.
I met Annie before I had started becoming more…free with my sexual desires. I’m now in a sometimes long distance, and open, relationship. Annie would talk about her sexuality pretty openly. How she was bi, and that she loved using her knowledge as a masseuse to help guys, and girls, reach climax. I was always interested in all of her experiences but at the time I wasn’t ready to try them out myself.
I didn’t go to Annie to be taken care of sexually. I genuinely needed a massage and I trusted her to take care of me. But not long into the session I already felt myself getting turned on. Would it be unethical to want her to do something extra for me while I was there? Well, yes, but that didn’t stop me from at least thinking about it. After a while I just started brining up some of the stories I could remember her telling me about. She giggled and said how she had almost forgotten about that stuff. “I didn’t” I said back to her.
Annie kept going with the massage but I could sense a change in the direction it was headed. Had she taken my hint? I started getting nervous at this point. Annie told me to roll over on to my back and she adjusted my towel to barely sit at the top of my breasts. She got really close to my face, leaning over me as she rubbed down my shoulders and over my arms. I was so turned on that I couldn’t really hide it anymore. “Fuck Annie you’re killing me”
Annie laughed again and told me she was trying to get me all worked up. And it was working. But that’s when it happened. Annie got behind the table I was on, leaned in, and started kissing my neck. Holy shit. I couldn’t believe it but it was happening. One hand moved over my body, while the other ran through my hair. I was so relaxed my body felt like Jell-O, ready to move at her command. She kept kissing my neck while she repositioned herself. Her hand kept moving south and landed right between my legs. Sliding over my clit she let her fingers go to work on me while using her other hand to continue massaging my body.
Now, I can tend to be a bit loud while I orgasm. And I was worried about alerting the other people in the building as to what was going on. I grabbed my towel and pulled it up to my face, biting the edge of it. This left my lower half exposed as Annie continued to massage my clit. She lowered her other hand to massage my legs going back and forth between them. I lost track of how many times I came but it was coming close to a record for me, I think.
Annie looked at her watch and noticed the time and started to wind things down. She acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I did my best to mimic her attitude but it was extremely difficult. Needless to say it was the best massage I had ever received.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/srzl31/ff_she_rubbed_me_the_right_way
Verry hot!
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can i book annie please