Thank God it was finally here. Vacation. She’d needed some time off so badly. The last several months had worn on her and she felt the tension residing in knots in her neck and back. She’d planned this beach/spa getaway months ago and she richly deserved the downtime. She snagged the perfect spot poolside to people watch, one of her favorite things to do.
She laid there looking dazzling in her new bikini that was cut just so, revealing curves that turned heads everywhere she went. She glanced halfheartedly at the book in her hands, willfully and easily distracted by the intensity of the sun on her skin, it was as if she could almost watch herself turning a deeper and darker shade of bronze.
Her first massage appointment was later that afternoon and she couldn’t wait. She had eyed with great interest the team of masseurs that would lead clients in to the semi-private cabanas for an hour of pampering and relaxation. Two women were giving massages but she knew right away that she wanted a male. There was just something about strong hands on her body that gave her chills and caused to have to cross her legs for a moment.
Her appointment time quickly approached and she arrived freshly showered to meet her masseur. He certainly wasn’t the most chiseled of the bunch, but when he shook her hand and said hello, his genuine smile instantly put her at ease. He said his name was Austin and led the way to her cabana.
The area was set up beautifully with hints of the island throughout. A fan labored above, shoving air around the space. She was told to undress to whatever made her comfortable and he’d be back in a few minutes to begin.
She quickly stripped off all of her clothing and wiggled underneath the crisp, cool, white sheet. Laying face up, she was already well on the way to being relaxed when Austin poked his head through the curtains and asked her if she was ready.
Boy, was she ever. Her long awaited, and much needed massage began. He started at her face, light touches around her forehead and temples felt so good. Hands in her scalp caused her built-up tension to ease away.
He continued to work her neck and shoulders, down each arm and hand, paying exquisite attention to detail on each of her manicured fingers. Time flew by and before she knew it, it was time for her to flip over. She turned to her belly before the sheet could be pulled up to provide her privacy, giving him an eyeful of her beautiful, lean body. She’d done it on purpose and giggled inside when she saw his cheeks flush red. As her head was turned toward him, she noticed the tell-tale bulge in his pants.
He worked her back with those strong, wonderful hands, kneading away her troubles. He expertly kept the sheet positioned, covering her bottom and began to work on her legs. As his hands moved higher, she could feel her breath quicken. He stroked her upper legs and expertly massaged her ass. She’d never had a massage this good. His hands traveled back around to her upper leg….to that delicious curve where her leg stopped and her ass began. Without a word, and seemingly knowing exactly what she wanted, his hand slid past her inner thigh and lightly brushed her pussy. She moaned the sweetest little moan he’d ever heard and arched her ass up and back, yearning for his touch.
He obliged her and guided his hand past her swollen, aching mound into her warmth and moisture. She pushed and ground agains his hand as his fingers twirled within her, finding her spot, making her squirm. Like a woman possessed, she knew she had to taste him, had to have him in her mouth.
She rolled over and unfastened his belt, releasing him. She pulled his already hard cock toward her mouth. God, he tasted so salty and warm and …..hard. She could feel his heartbeat in his cock as she sucked him.
His fingers continued to work on her and in her, touching her with the precise pressure and depth that she needed. She had to have him. Now.
She slid to the edge of the table as he teased her with the head of his cock. He slid it up and down her pussy which was soaking wet. Ever so slightly, he entered and when she was sure he would take it all, he’d withdraw. His cock was driving her mad. She pushed agains him and in the ultimate tease, he’d pull away, giving her only a taste of what she wanted….needed.
Finally, not even he could stand it and he entered her completely and angrily, burying his cock deep inside her. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe or see or hear and cliche’ though it sounds, time stood still. It was as if she was flating above her own body, drifting in and out of the present, blissfully aware of the pleasure that ripped through her body. She greedily met the rhythm of his hips with hers. They were on a collision course with ecstasy and neither one dared change that.
The fan did little to cool them as his sweat dripped off of him and comingled with hers, a salty love potion that only they could ever make. He gave her climax upon climax, seeds of pleasure that began so deep inside and quickly grew and blossomed and exploded out of her in torrents of cum and sweat and sound.
She could tell he was close. His rhythm quickened ever still and she held on tight as he plunged into her over and over. Grabbing his ass, she felt his muscles tighten as his cock spasmed inside her over and over, dumping streams of cum inside her, right where she liked it. She tightened around him, milking every single drop.
They quickly dressed and he excused himself as she knew that this wouldn’t be the last massage of this amazing vacation.
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