As he worked his hands down my body, his cock followed, dragging itself down the length of the table until it stopped by my hand. I knew it was large from when I had glimpsed its outline earlier, but I could feel how thick it was and that made me excited and nervous. I had toys, even large toys, but I had never been with such a well-endowed man. Occasionally my husband and I use toys to satisfy that particular itch whenever it arises and I had fantasized about maybe having the real thing, but before this moment I had never wanted to pursue it. It existed in a fantasy world, and that is where I had intended for it to stay.
I knew that all I had to do was rotate my hand and my fingers would be on it. Wrapping around it and feeling it throb and pulse between them. I could imagine slipping it out of his pants, and I didn’t think my hand would be able to fully wrap around it. All of these thoughts had me squirming on that table beneath his touch. There was no strength left in my body to keep my legs shut and I lay there with them slightly spread open, my pussy exposed to him and dripping onto the massage table. His hands moved from my thighs, to my upper pelvic area in a little dance. Playful. Painful. Ridiculous.