The night I [F] gave a massage to a complete stranger [M]

I belong to a few local kik groups. I use them to flirt, and every once in a while, I manage to meet someone. Sometimes it works out, sometimes not so much.

There was a guy in town for training for his company. He was staying in a hotel near the interstate for two weeks. We chatted. We flirted. He joked about needing a massage. I joked that I could give him one. Then he private messaged me. Asking if I was serious. I said I was kind of serious. We exchanged face pics. He was forty, maybe forty-five. Grey in his beard. He said I looked pretty. I was getting turned on. Even though I never did anything like this before. I said I would come over.

Now I had never given a massage before, but I have seen videos. The massage that leads to sex, of course. I took a moment to put on a dress and pull my hair up. I didn’t want to keep him waiting so I just made sure I looked presentable. I drove to his hotel and my heart was pounding. I was aroused. When arrived at the hotel, I texted him. He gave me the room number.

Ever wonder if people are looking at you? I felt like everyone in the lobby could tell why I was there, which is silly. I tried to calm myself down in the elevator. I was getting wet just thinking about what I was going to do. I found the door and knocked. Heart racing when I heard the door latch.

He was definitely the guy from his picture. Taller than me, bigger, dad bod. Grey in the beard, a little in the hair. He must have liked what he saw, because he smiled. A nice smile. I greeted him in my usual chipper manner. He said I looked great and invited me in. I joked around the room, checking out the view, while he was no doubt checking out the young woman in his hotel room. I decided to be bold. I told him that I wanted to break the tension. So I went up to him and placed my arms on his shoulders. He took the hint and pulled me close to him. I kissed him. He tasted like toothpaste.

The subject of the massage came up. I suggested we remove the covers and put towels on the bed. Once accomplished, I announced that I was going to freshen up and that he should take off his clothes and lie on his front with his head at the foot of the bed. Once in the bathroom, I removed two things from my bag: a small bottle of baby oil and a pack of condoms. I slipped off my dress and hung it up. I debated whether to walk out in my bra and panties or completely nude. I decided to split the difference. I removed my bra, looking at myself in the mirror. I had red marks where my bra was, but that couldn’t be helped.

He was nude when I came out of the bathroom, his eyes devouring me. The air was cool and my nipples erect. I have never felt sexier. I approached the bed and placed the condoms on the corner. My lace covered pussy was inches from his face. I put a little oil on his shoulders and started to rub him. I told him to just relax that I would take care of everything. After a few minutes, I changed position, straddling him. My pussy against his bare ass. I don’t think I gave him a very good massage. I scooted lower, squeezing his ass.

I climbed off of him and told him to turn over. He was hard. I stood at the foot of the bed and eased down my panties. I got on the bed, one knee on each side of his head, giving him a great view between my legs. I reached down and parted my lips with two fingers. I lowered myself. His hands gripped my ass and he feasted on my pussy. I was selfish, stroking my clit while he licked my hole. I was so keyed up, I came, and I hadn’t even touched his cock yet.

I crawled down his body. His had a nice looking cock, especially erect. I traced my finger down the thick vein down the middle of his shaft. I took my sweet time with his cock, breathing on it, fondling his balls. Then I slowly licked up his shaft before engulfing his head. I heard him moan. I straddled him again, flushed. I poured a little more oil on my tits, rubbing them. His hard cock beckoned and I slid my pussy up and down his shaft. He was ready for me, so I rolled a condom on him and lowered myself on him. He filled me up nicely. I rode him slowly, letting him grope my tits.

When he was ready to cum, he asked if he could fuck me from behind. I climbed off of him and bent over the bed. He entered me, gripping my ample hips, and soon filled the condom with his cum.

We laid next to each other, kissing and touching. His hand roamed my sweat and oil coated skin, fondling my tits. I took his hand and placed it between my legs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention. I wasn’t long before his head was once again between my legs feasting on my clit. My vocabulary during this time were various combinations of the words “fuck,” “oh,” “yes,” and “God.”

After I was satisfied, I told him to put another condom on and to have his way with me. I leaned back, my legs open, my pussy glistening. I felt like the Goddess of Sex. He slid into me easily and gave me the pounding that I had been craving. When he was ready to cum, he asked if he could unload on my chest. I thought that was a wonderful idea. He pulled out and snapped off the condom. The first squirt of cum hit my chin, producing a squeal from me. The rest landed safely in my cleavage. He apologized for the free facial, but I was not mad. After all, what do you expect when you face down a loaded weapon?

I said my goodbyes and left, giving him a long kiss farewell. I waked back through that lobby, imagining every eye on me. I drove back to my place and stepped into the shower, rinsing off the baby oil and dried cum. Thinking about the night, I jilled myself to another orgasm in the shower before going to bed.

We didn’t even know each other’s last names. I don’t know if I would ever do something like that again.

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