He had been visiting her for several weeks in a row now. Every time she would find him completely naked, lying face down with a very light sheet covering him. Had this been any other place or job that might be an odd situation. But he was here to deal with lower back pain and she was a Registered Massage Therapist.
She had been doing this for several years now and had pretty much seen everything. She had seen hairy guys, hairy women, weird moles and funky smells. There had been guys, and the odd woman, who came on to her and those that were almost hostile toward her. She had seen it all. The gentleman laying on the table before her was none of those things. He was attractive, muscular, soft spoken and very respectful.
She was always happy to see him. He had a great sense of humor and always could make her laugh no matter what kind of day she was having. She thought he was flirting with her but couldn’t quite tell because he was always careful with boundaries. She greeted him and asked how his back had been since his last treatment. It was feeling pretty good but his lower back and hips were feeling pretty tight.
So she went to work on him, finding pressure points and knots in his back. She oiled his back and kept probing, taking time to pause and focus on the spasms that were causing him so much grief. Every once in awhile she could feel him tense up, knowing that she had found one of the more problematic areas.
At one point she dug her fingers into one spot that was apparently pretty sensitive causing him to grab the legs of the table for support. Actually only one of those was of the table, the other leg was hers. She was caught off guard by his grasp on her calf. What was more surprising though is that she didn’t say anything about it. She could have asked what he was doing…told him that wasn’t a good idea. There were a variety of things she could have said. But she didn’t, she didn’t say or do anything at all. The truth was she found his firm grip on her leg very arousing. What she didn’t understand was why he hadn’t removed it on his own yet.
She had to change positions so would have to step away from her current position. As much as she hated to she would have to break his grip on her calf. As she moved lower on the bed he let go of her and sighed. She knew it was definitely intentional. That gave her a bit of a thrill, causing her to regret moving all the more. She pulled the sheet down, exposing his perfectly sculpted ass. She had seen it before during his sessions but as she rubbed the oil into his muscles she started to feel more. She had become distracted. All she could think about was what it would look like if he was thrusting into her. How her fingers would love to dig into it during the throes of passion. She really wasn’t paying mush attention to the treatment at this point. She found herself touching him more like a lover than a patient. It wasn’t until he let out a slight moan that she came to her senses, startled by her reverie.
Time to move on she thought. She placed the sheet back over her patient and moved to the head of the bed. She lowered it down several inches and oiled his back. Feeling the spasms in the well muscled torso she aske him why he hadn’t complained about his back before. “I feel a lot of tension right now that I don’t usually have,” he joked. As she was working on those muscles she felt his hands grasp her legs, near the ankles. Again she thought she should say something, but her voice was trapped in her throat and she remained silent.
His hands grasped her firmly, but gently. They slid up and down her calves, feeling every curve of her shapely legs. She let out a long slow sigh. She knew it was a mistake but she asked him to roll over on his back so that she could work on his neck. He rolled over, making sure to stay covered by the sheet. It didn’t really do much good though, it was pretty obvious from looking at the thin sheet that he had an erection. And what an erection it was. She massaged his neck, wordlessly willing herself to focus. But focus she could not, or at least not on his neck. She worked on the muscles that wrapped around the front of his neck and realized she was sliding her hands over his chest.
Her breasts were inches away from his face. She could feel the hot moisture of his breath on them, causing her face to flush. He had slid his hands from her calves up her thighs and now to her ass after she had had him roll over onto his back.
“What am I doing?” was all she could ask herself. But another voice in her head was drowning out her conscience. “Just FUCK him!” it was shouting. She lowered the table some more and oiled up his chest and abs. from her position at his head she could run her hands from his chest all the way over his abs. She could easily have reached more but she wasn’t quite that brave…yet.
She was so aroused at this point that she could feel how damp her panties were getting. He pulled her ass so she was almost laying on top of him. fingers digging into her cheeks, exquisitely painful. She could control herself no longer and ran her well oiled hands under the sheet to find that marvelous cock she’d been fantasizing about. It was perfect. she stroked him with ease, making him moan.
That’s when she felt him pull her pants down over her ass. In the position he was in that’s as far as he would be able to get them on his own. She stopped what she was doing to his cock long enough to pull her pants down and step out of them. In this current position her pussy was inches from his face. He pulled her towards him, forcing her pussy onto his face.
Tongue lapping at her clit and his mouth sucking at her lips she went back to work on his hard member. It was really distracting trying to concentrate on what she was doing when he had his tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her pussy. He seemed to know exactly what she liked. Circling around her clit over and over, then switching directions. Flicking it back and forth, over and over. She stretched her beautiful long body over his and wrapped her lips around his cock. That caused him to grab her ass really hard, pulling his mouth against her aggressively. She gasped as the orgasm overtook her. She sprayed her cum all over his face as she continued to grind against it.
Spent and exhausted she could no longer suck his cock, feeling like she had let him down. She straightened herself, hair disheveled and started to get dressed. He had other ideas however and got up off the bed. He kissed her tenderly, turned her around, bent her over the table and guided his wet cock into her pussy. It stretched her open so satisfyingly. He pushed in slowly at first. Long, slow, purposeful strokes. Making sure he could feel every inch of her soft wet vagina. She dug her fingers into the massage table as her passion rose. He began pulling her towards him by the hips with every thrust into her. The contractions of her pelvic muscles milked the orgasm out of him. She felt him tighten his grip on her, felt his cock harden even more and then felt the heat from his ejaculation pumping into her. Her pussy felt warm up until now but feeling this it heated up, catching fire from his climax. They fell into a crumpled heap on top of the table. It was finally over. They could barely stand. He dressed. Kissed her. Left his personal card on the table and left. She couldn’t believe what had happened, what she had allowed to happen.
Exquisite story telling. Well done.