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The Masseuse 2: The Deprived free porn video
NOTE: This was a collaboration piece written by myself and a fan of my first story. It was written a number of months ago now, but is finally being posted. Special thanks to this great co-author and sexy woman!
It was late afternoon when my phone pinged. I looked down at it.
Come.
It was the masseuse.
My friend Alexa told me about the masseuse. It was during one of our Friday night pub get-togethers we had, when we had the chance. We would meet, have drinks, talk about our dating lives, work, family and other random things friends share. Last week when we got together, we had already been two or three drinks in when she asked me “Sooo... anything going on between the sheets these days?”
“No,” I replied, “Things have been slow in that department lately. Just been busy with work, with the new addition being built and the contractors are running behind schedule. Someone fucked up on the plans, but nobody's owning up to it... Long story short, everyone's been scrambling to make things happen before the permits expire. How about you?”
“Quiet on this end, too. Well-- yeah.”
“Well... yeah? Seems like you're not saying more than what you are saying.” Alexa had a sheepish look that she cast off to the side, and I could see a hint of blush on her cheeks. “Come on, out with it!”
“Well...” She laughed, half-covering her face with her hand. A thick lock of her curly hair fell over her face. She was always a sexy woman, and we had our flirtatious trysts in the past. She tossed her hair back, suppressing a grin as she looked up at the ceiling and trying to formulate the words in her mind. I could see her deep cleavage was flushed a reddish hue as well. “Okay,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “So... I was bored last week and... well, I was bored, and a little horny, so I went online and started browsing personal ads.”
“Personal ads... What, like CraigsList? Are you insane!?”
Alexa laughed again. “Relax, it's no big deal! I was just perving on pics... To start with. And then I figured I'd post a few pics of my own.”
I gasped, but was aroused at the same time. “You posted pics? Which ones?”
“I'm not showing you! I don't want you seeing my pics!”
“Shut up, I've seen more of you than most men you've dated!”
Again, she laughed. “True... but anyways I shut the ad down afterwards.”
“What did your ad say? 'Hey boys, like my tits?'” I teased.
“Well, I certainly got a lot of those comments. As well as a generous number of dick pics,” she chuckled. “But in the ad I just asked if anyone wanted to give me a massage. Simple as that. One of the replies I got though, was a guy calling himself 'The Masseuse.' His message was brief, to-the-point. It basically said 'come over, sensual nuru massage, full-body and will respect your boundaries.”
I didn't realize until a few moments went by that my mouth was hanging open in shock. “And? What happened?”
“I went over there, got an amazing massage, he finger-banged me and fucked me raw.”
“Jesus christ, Alexa!” I laughed. “Are you insane? He could've been a serial killer!”
“He was actually quite gentle! He had strong, firm hands, took his time massaging me everywhere, and made me feel like a queen. And then,” she took another sip. “He banged me like a drum at a metal concert!”
“Oh my god, I can't believe it. Like, weren't you nervous?”
“Absolutely! But you only live once, right? And besides, he really had a way of putting me at ease. Hard to explain, but he was a perfect gentleman...” Her voice lowered. “...and then a perfect fuck machine!”
We giggled like little schoolgirls as she went into greater detail of her experience. During her narration, I took a few turns at blushing about the things they did together. “Seriously, it was amazing... You know what? You should go see him!” She cut me off before I could even argue. “For real; you've been stressed out from work lately. You could use a good rub-down too. He'll work muscles you didn't even know you had... And pound out the knots you know you have.”
Later that night, on my way home, I kept replaying that conversation in my head. I kept thinking of this mysterious masseuse running his hands over Alexa's body, over her perky tits and round ass. The image she formed in my head made my blood rush. And somewhere along the way, I started imagining my body in place of Alexa's...
It distracted me enough that I almost ran a red light.
So when I got home, I decided to check out the personals myself. Couldn't hurt, right? After looking at dozens of ads, I saw one that said Sensual Nuru Massage and tapped it. The description Alexa gave me about the picture seemed to fit the bill; A massage table, small candles on a mirror, round pillow and a reddish glow to the room. I was sure it was him. At the bottom of the ad was a 'signature' that simply said The Masseuse.
I sat there and stared at the signature, then read over the ad again, and looked at the picture once more.
Finally, recalling the words you only live once, I finally sent him a message. I could feel myself blushing as I wrote my response, asking if he would, and could, accomodate me and my fantasy. I looked it over and thought are you sure you're willing to go through with this? And again, Alexa's words echoed in my head; you only live once.
I clicked send, staring at the screen and waited a moment.
Message sent.
That was it. I could only wait and see if he would respond. I shut off my phone, went into the bathroom and had a long shower.
After I got out of the shower I checked my phone. The masseuse responded. It simply said Tomorrow night, 8pm, along with his address and a couple recent pictures. My phone pinged again Further instructions to follow.
My heart was beating fast, my breath trapped in my lungs, swelling my chest like a proud peacock. Can I really do this? Can I really go through with it? Further instructions.... the excitement and anticipation make me drunk with lust and I feel my head spin slightly, an intense warm sensation spreads in my lower abdomen and my cheeks flush; I was so enticed at this point how could I back out?
"Fuck it" I said. "You only live once".
The next day I was so distracted. I found myself looking at the clock often. I almost ran into my manager in the hallway, and knocked my coffee clear off the table at lunch. Well, I thought, I suppose Alexa was right; I DO need some... stress relief.
Initially, I felt rushed for time, as I had some errands to run after work. But between traffic, errands and roadwork construction, it worked out in my favour; I didn't want to have too much free time to start playing mind games with myself and start second-guessing my decision. This still left me time to get ready.
I didn't anticipate a car accident or a string of red traffic lights though. This set me back a little bit, to the point that it was a little after 8:00 when I got to the masseuse's townhouse. I pulled up the text message I received from him at 7:45 with my further instructions
When you arrive the door will be unlocked. Please enter and lock the door behind you.
Remove you shoes and leave your purse at the front door.
Follow the trail to the Red Room.
Once your there, put it on.
I turned the handle and pushed the door, stepping in and facing the living room. The room was dimly lit but I could faintly make out a large flat-screen tv, a bookcase filled with movies and books, and a definite medieval theme, with a sword, tapestry and an old framed fantasy picture. There was also a flight of stairs leading up by the front door and on both sides of each step was a small candle, this was the trail he was talking about. I walked to the stairs and as I began to climb them I noticed that the candles were actually fake tea light candles, a small smile spread in the corners of my mouth as I though safety first.
I could hear the sound of water, wind and birds, thinking he must have a window open as he was washing dishes or something. As I neared the top of the steps I could see a pleasing glow appear that had me entranced and feeling that rush again, my feet felt like they were moving on their own as I entered the Red Room. I walked in and felt like I was being washed by this glow of light around me, it had a sensual almost erotic feel that was familiar like the salt rock lamps I keep at home; I walked up to the massage table and saw a blind fold laid out next to a condom.
And so it begins, I thought.
It gave me a big thrill, being told what to do like that. But it was heightened even more being ordered by a complete stranger... and I haven't even seen him face to face!
I put the cloth up to my eyes, and tied it back. A few moments later, I could hear him walking up behind me and set down what sounded like a dish. His hands checked the blindfold, then slid down to my shoulders, checking to see how tense I was--and I was pretty tense! It was exhilarating though, and I was excited to see where this would go.
“You're late,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt a slap on my ass. Not a painful one, just playful.
“I'm sorry,” I whispered. Even if I was early, I'm sure I would have been swatted anyways.
His hands moved from my shoulders and he ran them down my back as if his fingers were reading me and telling him exactly what I needed. While he was doing this, he explained to me that this was to be a study in deprivation; with the blindfold over my eyes, my other senses would be heightened, making sound, touch, taste and scent more pronounced.
With one hand on my shoulder and the other at my waist, he turned me around.
The sound of water, wind and birds filled my ears, between the blind fold and lust raging through me my senses we're definitely on high alert.
I could feel his presence as he walked around me, his hand constantly in touch with me, tracing a line. I imagined a large boa slowly meandering its way down my body. I could feel the soft impacts in the soles of my feet as he walked around me, like echolocation, and when he walked between me and the sound source, I could swear I heard the buffered, muffled change in tone and knew precisely where he was.
I felt like a snared rabbit with a wolf circling me. He was appraising my figure, I was sure of it. My breathing quickened, and I could feel my cheeks burning red.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. It sounded more like a statement than a question though.
“Yes.”
I could feel his presence in front of me. He was standing silent a few moments before he said “Undress me.”
I raised my arms slowly, hands outstretched. I found his stomach. His shirt was soft, but his abdomen was firm. His build was between lean and average. My hands somehow 'read' his shirt, and I knew it was a buttoned shirt. I ran my hand up and down to verify this, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, I moved forward a bit and slid my hands under his shirt at the shoulders to slide it off his arms. The flesh underneath was smooth, supple. Stretching my hand out to one side, I dropped his shirt to the floor.
Only the sound of birds, wind and water were in the air. I waited for more instruction, but I didn't get any. After a few seconds I decided to continue. After all, he didn't say to take just his shirt off.
Arms outstretched again, I touched his chest. Again, it was firm, and I slowly ran my hands down, feeling his body.
When I got to his jeans my hands moved to the middle to unbutton them.
The head of his cock was just behind the button. It was hot, it was wet and it pulsed at my touch.
I unbuttoned his jeans, slowly unzipped them, and pulled his pants down, pulling the pant legs away from him one after the other. I stood again, arm outstretched and let his pants fall in the same place his shirt fell.
I stood silent a few more moments, and realized I wasn't done. I didn't feel any socks when I was taking his pants off, so there could only be one thing left.
Arms out again, my hands slowly moved forward. I didn't want to spoil the mood with an accidental back hand to his boys so I didn't rush. Sure enough, he was wearing underwear. They were tight... but not 'tightie-whities.' They were sleek almost. I slid my fingers down his ass between flesh and cloth and pushed down, my extended thumbs pushing the fabric down, then moved them around the front to free his dick. I could sense his dick flop down once it was freed from the textile constraints.
He stepped out of the underwear, and again I stood up, extended my arm, and dropped them on the pile.
Certain he had no clothing left to remove, I stood silent, patient. As patient as I could be.
“Do you still trust me?” he asked. Again, more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, sir.” I responded.
A pause. A long pause. Maybe it wasn't such a long pause. Maybe it was just the tension in the air, the loss of one of my senses that made it seem like an awkwardly long pause...
His hands surprised me, I wasn't expecting them. My heightened acuity didn't pick up on this. I felt his hands slide up my calves as he allowed his hands to ride high up my thighs raising the skirt of my dress upwards, as he slowly got to my hips I heard him let out a small gasp as he realized I wasn't wearing any panties. I could feel the mischievous grin creep over my face. Got ya! As the dress gathered around my waist, I instinctively raised my hands for him to lift the dress up and over my head.
He stepped back, another moment of silence and I hear my dress fall on the quickly-growing pile of clothes.
He steps forward again, and I can feel his cock press against me. His hands slip under my arms and around the back, taking his time to undo the hooks of my bra. I can feel his breath on my neck, his chest pressed against mine. The smell of his deodorant fills my nostrils, a rich almost spice-like quality to it.
I can feel the heat coming off his dick as he steps back, his hands come back around and he slowly pulls my shoulder straps down and frees my heavy breasts from their lacy confines.
Another moment passes and I hear my bra land on the pile.
I hear him step beside me and he whispers “this way,” and he walks me a few paces to the massage table. “Lay on your front.” It's easy enough for me to climb onto the table alone, but his hands are on me, either guiding me or reassuring me. Perhaps both.
For a brief moment I thought he was pouring wax on my back, but I realized it was too wet to be wax. Heightened senses, I surmised. It was the nuru gel.
His hand, as he walks alongside the table, slowly drifts up my leg with a feathery touch, up over my ass and up my back, then down the back of my other leg. The shivering tingle up my spine was so intense! The chill that I felt and the goosebumps that followed was quickly displaced by hot drops on my back.
The masseuse goes to work on me, massaging the gel around my back to my shoulders, and gently stroked my neck. It's incredibly viscous, better than any lube I've ever used. His hands slide effortlessly over my skin running up and down the length of my spine, then applies more pressure to the tense areas in my shoulders, it felt so good; I unintentionally get turned on during regular massages so this was like a fantasy coming true.
After my shoulders felt more loose he gently caressed his fingers up and down the small of my back a few times before landing at the top of my ass, I felt a pause and a second later felt that wet sensation spread over my cheeks, I made a quiet gasp as I could feel the deliberately placed gel run down my crevice.
He began to massage my ass cheeks and I could feel his finger tips teasingly run down my crack as he would massage each cheek and each time he would pass up and down I could feel a throb between my legs, he would get close but never quite inside.
After he had his fun tantalizing me he moved down wards and gently moved my legs apart to start on the back of my thighs, the hot gel gliding up the back of my legs was amazing, he pressed his thumbs firmly up slow and methodically. His fingers were working in a swirling motion, gradually climbing higher and higher. Just as he was reaching the zenith I held my breath in anticipation... and his hands slid back down. My GOD! Such a tease! Touch me! Finger me! I moaned. It was fantastic! The masseuse moved around and got to my feet, I knew my cute pedicure would please him visually. He rubbed out the tension that my stilettos cause and as he did this I felt a gentle kiss on the top of my foot. After he repeated on the other one he instructed me to turn over.
He walks up to the head of the table. I can feel his presence. He strokes my forehead and cheek gently.
“Here,” he says. “Open your mouth.”
I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was open to anything. His finger traced along my cheek to my mouth, and I let it fall in and gave it a gentle sucking. He paused. I swear I could almost hear the blood swelling his cock right then. He reluctantly removed his finger, and replaced it with a straw. I took a long drink; ice cold water. It was so refreshing.
He pours some gel on my chest and his hands slide effortlessly over my breasts, tickling my nipples. He makes sure each one is thoroughly caressed, massaged and worshipped. My stomach and sides are massaged beautifully, his hands alternating between claws dragging down and blades sliding firmly along.
My hips and pelvis are next. I can feel I'm already wet and anticipating his slick hands on my pussy. More gel is dripped on me, and I can feel a trickle running down, closer and closer. His hands go to work on my hips and lower pelvis, when I feel his hand sliding purposefully after the trickle... and he glides just over and above my clit.
I shudder. Having been teased with the trickle, his hand in pursuit of it and then being denied is torture! If it wasn't for that hint of slick gel touching my clit, it would have been an utter and complete tease. I let out an exasperated gasp and my toes curl. I feel his cock dancing along my arm as he works his way higher, leaving a dripping trail of pre-cum up my arm.
My lap is next, and instead of dripping gel on me, I can hear his hands are slathered in gel. He starts just above the knee and slides up, being sure to focus attention on the knotted muscles. My pussy is throbbing by now, and I can feel my lips parting, an open invitation. I spread my legs apart a little to let him know he is welcome. As his hands climb higher and higher, my pulse quickens, and he passes by with just a hint of contact to my lips before slipping down to give a quick once-over to my shins.
He steps back, he places one hand on my tit and squeezes a few times, with his other hand drops a hot splash of gel on my pussy and starts massaging --almost spanking-- my already-wet lips. Slowly at first then gradually builds to a more vigorous speed.
The sound that comes out of me starts as a moan but finishes as a wail as I cum. My pussy has never been this wet, and I'm honestly not sure if I just squirted or what.
It was such a great orgasm! But I wanted more.
He instructed me to turn back onto my front and the next thing I know, he's up on the table with me, straddling my ass. I can feel his fat cock sliding effortlessly up the crack of my ass. Meanwhile, his hands are massaging my shoulders, lower back and lower spine again.
I can't remain silent anymore. “I want you inside me,” I beg.
He slides back a bit, and I can feel him teasing my open pussy with his fat head. He slides it up and down, teasing me with it, then steps down off the table. He guides my legs off the side of the table. He's standing behind me and wraps his firm hands around my hips “Give it to me, please!” I beg him.
And he does. No resistance at all, just pure frictionless ecstasy. After a few smooth pumps I'm ready to scream again, and I reach around grabbing his ass as he starts slamming himself into me. I scream and my hands claw into his ass cheeks, holding him in place as I let another orgasm ripple through me.
“I'm gonna cum!”
I feel his cock slide out of me and he quickly removed the condom he had on and as his cock lands above my ass I feel the warmth of his load spread across.
After his moment of ecstasy he told me to stay where I was, then I felt a towel run across my back as he was cleaning up the mess he had left. I hear him drop that towel and pick up another, he began to wipe me down and take off the excess gel, it was so gentle and felt amazing running up and down my back then the back of my legs, he instructed me to stand up and handed me the towel to continue the front of my self.
He said he would exit the room while I got dressed and that he would meet me at the front door. When I heard the door close I removed the blindfold, the room seems extra-bright, and I'm squinting, blinking rapidly to adjust to the transition. I look around regaining my lost sense and noticed he had a bowl of water set out with a wash cloth for me to use for my hands and next to it the remaining ice cold water that I was in desperate need of.
After I was dressed I proceeded back down my lit pathway where I made my first eye contact with the masseuse, he helped me with my shoes and handed me my purse, then simply said "Same time next week?" I grinned and said " You betcha!"
I got in the car, my legs shaking still. I pulled out my phone and sent Alexa a text message:
TOMORROW NIGHT, MY PLACE.
MOVIE NIGHT.
I'LL MAKE POPCORN.
BRING WINE!
It was late afternoon when my phone pinged. I looked down at it.
Come.
It was the masseuse.
My friend Alexa told me about the masseuse. It was during one of our Friday night pub get-togethers we had, when we had the chance. We would meet, have drinks, talk about our dating lives, work, family and other random things friends share. Last week when we got together, we had already been two or three drinks in when she asked me “Sooo... anything going on between the sheets these days?”
“No,” I replied, “Things have been slow in that department lately. Just been busy with work, with the new addition being built and the contractors are running behind schedule. Someone fucked up on the plans, but nobody's owning up to it... Long story short, everyone's been scrambling to make things happen before the permits expire. How about you?”
“Quiet on this end, too. Well-- yeah.”
“Well... yeah? Seems like you're not saying more than what you are saying.” Alexa had a sheepish look that she cast off to the side, and I could see a hint of blush on her cheeks. “Come on, out with it!”
“Well...” She laughed, half-covering her face with her hand. A thick lock of her curly hair fell over her face. She was always a sexy woman, and we had our flirtatious trysts in the past. She tossed her hair back, suppressing a grin as she looked up at the ceiling and trying to formulate the words in her mind. I could see her deep cleavage was flushed a reddish hue as well. “Okay,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “So... I was bored last week and... well, I was bored, and a little horny, so I went online and started browsing personal ads.”
“Personal ads... What, like CraigsList? Are you insane!?”
Alexa laughed again. “Relax, it's no big deal! I was just perving on pics... To start with. And then I figured I'd post a few pics of my own.”
I gasped, but was aroused at the same time. “You posted pics? Which ones?”
“I'm not showing you! I don't want you seeing my pics!”
“Shut up, I've seen more of you than most men you've dated!”
Again, she laughed. “True... but anyways I shut the ad down afterwards.”
“What did your ad say? 'Hey boys, like my tits?'” I teased.
“Well, I certainly got a lot of those comments. As well as a generous number of dick pics,” she chuckled. “But in the ad I just asked if anyone wanted to give me a massage. Simple as that. One of the replies I got though, was a guy calling himself 'The Masseuse.' His message was brief, to-the-point. It basically said 'come over, sensual nuru massage, full-body and will respect your boundaries.”
I didn't realize until a few moments went by that my mouth was hanging open in shock. “And? What happened?”
“I went over there, got an amazing massage, he finger-banged me and fucked me raw.”
“Jesus christ, Alexa!” I laughed. “Are you insane? He could've been a serial killer!”
“He was actually quite gentle! He had strong, firm hands, took his time massaging me everywhere, and made me feel like a queen. And then,” she took another sip. “He banged me like a drum at a metal concert!”
“Oh my god, I can't believe it. Like, weren't you nervous?”
“Absolutely! But you only live once, right? And besides, he really had a way of putting me at ease. Hard to explain, but he was a perfect gentleman...” Her voice lowered. “...and then a perfect fuck machine!”
We giggled like little schoolgirls as she went into greater detail of her experience. During her narration, I took a few turns at blushing about the things they did together. “Seriously, it was amazing... You know what? You should go see him!” She cut me off before I could even argue. “For real; you've been stressed out from work lately. You could use a good rub-down too. He'll work muscles you didn't even know you had... And pound out the knots you know you have.”
Later that night, on my way home, I kept replaying that conversation in my head. I kept thinking of this mysterious masseuse running his hands over Alexa's body, over her perky tits and round ass. The image she formed in my head made my blood rush. And somewhere along the way, I started imagining my body in place of Alexa's...
It distracted me enough that I almost ran a red light.
So when I got home, I decided to check out the personals myself. Couldn't hurt, right? After looking at dozens of ads, I saw one that said Sensual Nuru Massage and tapped it. The description Alexa gave me about the picture seemed to fit the bill; A massage table, small candles on a mirror, round pillow and a reddish glow to the room. I was sure it was him. At the bottom of the ad was a 'signature' that simply said The Masseuse.
I sat there and stared at the signature, then read over the ad again, and looked at the picture once more.
Finally, recalling the words you only live once, I finally sent him a message. I could feel myself blushing as I wrote my response, asking if he would, and could, accomodate me and my fantasy. I looked it over and thought are you sure you're willing to go through with this? And again, Alexa's words echoed in my head; you only live once.
I clicked send, staring at the screen and waited a moment.
Message sent.
That was it. I could only wait and see if he would respond. I shut off my phone, went into the bathroom and had a long shower.
After I got out of the shower I checked my phone. The masseuse responded. It simply said Tomorrow night, 8pm, along with his address and a couple recent pictures. My phone pinged again Further instructions to follow.
My heart was beating fast, my breath trapped in my lungs, swelling my chest like a proud peacock. Can I really do this? Can I really go through with it? Further instructions.... the excitement and anticipation make me drunk with lust and I feel my head spin slightly, an intense warm sensation spreads in my lower abdomen and my cheeks flush; I was so enticed at this point how could I back out?
"Fuck it" I said. "You only live once".
The next day I was so distracted. I found myself looking at the clock often. I almost ran into my manager in the hallway, and knocked my coffee clear off the table at lunch. Well, I thought, I suppose Alexa was right; I DO need some... stress relief.
Initially, I felt rushed for time, as I had some errands to run after work. But between traffic, errands and roadwork construction, it worked out in my favour; I didn't want to have too much free time to start playing mind games with myself and start second-guessing my decision. This still left me time to get ready.
I didn't anticipate a car accident or a string of red traffic lights though. This set me back a little bit, to the point that it was a little after 8:00 when I got to the masseuse's townhouse. I pulled up the text message I received from him at 7:45 with my further instructions
When you arrive the door will be unlocked. Please enter and lock the door behind you.
Remove you shoes and leave your purse at the front door.
Follow the trail to the Red Room.
Once your there, put it on.
I turned the handle and pushed the door, stepping in and facing the living room. The room was dimly lit but I could faintly make out a large flat-screen tv, a bookcase filled with movies and books, and a definite medieval theme, with a sword, tapestry and an old framed fantasy picture. There was also a flight of stairs leading up by the front door and on both sides of each step was a small candle, this was the trail he was talking about. I walked to the stairs and as I began to climb them I noticed that the candles were actually fake tea light candles, a small smile spread in the corners of my mouth as I though safety first.
I could hear the sound of water, wind and birds, thinking he must have a window open as he was washing dishes or something. As I neared the top of the steps I could see a pleasing glow appear that had me entranced and feeling that rush again, my feet felt like they were moving on their own as I entered the Red Room. I walked in and felt like I was being washed by this glow of light around me, it had a sensual almost erotic feel that was familiar like the salt rock lamps I keep at home; I walked up to the massage table and saw a blind fold laid out next to a condom.
And so it begins, I thought.
It gave me a big thrill, being told what to do like that. But it was heightened even more being ordered by a complete stranger... and I haven't even seen him face to face!
I put the cloth up to my eyes, and tied it back. A few moments later, I could hear him walking up behind me and set down what sounded like a dish. His hands checked the blindfold, then slid down to my shoulders, checking to see how tense I was--and I was pretty tense! It was exhilarating though, and I was excited to see where this would go.
“You're late,” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt a slap on my ass. Not a painful one, just playful.
“I'm sorry,” I whispered. Even if I was early, I'm sure I would have been swatted anyways.
His hands moved from my shoulders and he ran them down my back as if his fingers were reading me and telling him exactly what I needed. While he was doing this, he explained to me that this was to be a study in deprivation; with the blindfold over my eyes, my other senses would be heightened, making sound, touch, taste and scent more pronounced.
With one hand on my shoulder and the other at my waist, he turned me around.
The sound of water, wind and birds filled my ears, between the blind fold and lust raging through me my senses we're definitely on high alert.
I could feel his presence as he walked around me, his hand constantly in touch with me, tracing a line. I imagined a large boa slowly meandering its way down my body. I could feel the soft impacts in the soles of my feet as he walked around me, like echolocation, and when he walked between me and the sound source, I could swear I heard the buffered, muffled change in tone and knew precisely where he was.
I felt like a snared rabbit with a wolf circling me. He was appraising my figure, I was sure of it. My breathing quickened, and I could feel my cheeks burning red.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. It sounded more like a statement than a question though.
“Yes.”
I could feel his presence in front of me. He was standing silent a few moments before he said “Undress me.”
I raised my arms slowly, hands outstretched. I found his stomach. His shirt was soft, but his abdomen was firm. His build was between lean and average. My hands somehow 'read' his shirt, and I knew it was a buttoned shirt. I ran my hand up and down to verify this, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt. Once all the buttons were undone, I moved forward a bit and slid my hands under his shirt at the shoulders to slide it off his arms. The flesh underneath was smooth, supple. Stretching my hand out to one side, I dropped his shirt to the floor.
Only the sound of birds, wind and water were in the air. I waited for more instruction, but I didn't get any. After a few seconds I decided to continue. After all, he didn't say to take just his shirt off.
Arms outstretched again, I touched his chest. Again, it was firm, and I slowly ran my hands down, feeling his body.
When I got to his jeans my hands moved to the middle to unbutton them.
The head of his cock was just behind the button. It was hot, it was wet and it pulsed at my touch.
I unbuttoned his jeans, slowly unzipped them, and pulled his pants down, pulling the pant legs away from him one after the other. I stood again, arm outstretched and let his pants fall in the same place his shirt fell.
I stood silent a few more moments, and realized I wasn't done. I didn't feel any socks when I was taking his pants off, so there could only be one thing left.
Arms out again, my hands slowly moved forward. I didn't want to spoil the mood with an accidental back hand to his boys so I didn't rush. Sure enough, he was wearing underwear. They were tight... but not 'tightie-whities.' They were sleek almost. I slid my fingers down his ass between flesh and cloth and pushed down, my extended thumbs pushing the fabric down, then moved them around the front to free his dick. I could sense his dick flop down once it was freed from the textile constraints.
He stepped out of the underwear, and again I stood up, extended my arm, and dropped them on the pile.
Certain he had no clothing left to remove, I stood silent, patient. As patient as I could be.
“Do you still trust me?” he asked. Again, more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, sir.” I responded.
A pause. A long pause. Maybe it wasn't such a long pause. Maybe it was just the tension in the air, the loss of one of my senses that made it seem like an awkwardly long pause...
His hands surprised me, I wasn't expecting them. My heightened acuity didn't pick up on this. I felt his hands slide up my calves as he allowed his hands to ride high up my thighs raising the skirt of my dress upwards, as he slowly got to my hips I heard him let out a small gasp as he realized I wasn't wearing any panties. I could feel the mischievous grin creep over my face. Got ya! As the dress gathered around my waist, I instinctively raised my hands for him to lift the dress up and over my head.
He stepped back, another moment of silence and I hear my dress fall on the quickly-growing pile of clothes.
He steps forward again, and I can feel his cock press against me. His hands slip under my arms and around the back, taking his time to undo the hooks of my bra. I can feel his breath on my neck, his chest pressed against mine. The smell of his deodorant fills my nostrils, a rich almost spice-like quality to it.
I can feel the heat coming off his dick as he steps back, his hands come back around and he slowly pulls my shoulder straps down and frees my heavy breasts from their lacy confines.
Another moment passes and I hear my bra land on the pile.
I hear him step beside me and he whispers “this way,” and he walks me a few paces to the massage table. “Lay on your front.” It's easy enough for me to climb onto the table alone, but his hands are on me, either guiding me or reassuring me. Perhaps both.
For a brief moment I thought he was pouring wax on my back, but I realized it was too wet to be wax. Heightened senses, I surmised. It was the nuru gel.
His hand, as he walks alongside the table, slowly drifts up my leg with a feathery touch, up over my ass and up my back, then down the back of my other leg. The shivering tingle up my spine was so intense! The chill that I felt and the goosebumps that followed was quickly displaced by hot drops on my back.
The masseuse goes to work on me, massaging the gel around my back to my shoulders, and gently stroked my neck. It's incredibly viscous, better than any lube I've ever used. His hands slide effortlessly over my skin running up and down the length of my spine, then applies more pressure to the tense areas in my shoulders, it felt so good; I unintentionally get turned on during regular massages so this was like a fantasy coming true.
After my shoulders felt more loose he gently caressed his fingers up and down the small of my back a few times before landing at the top of my ass, I felt a pause and a second later felt that wet sensation spread over my cheeks, I made a quiet gasp as I could feel the deliberately placed gel run down my crevice.
He began to massage my ass cheeks and I could feel his finger tips teasingly run down my crack as he would massage each cheek and each time he would pass up and down I could feel a throb between my legs, he would get close but never quite inside.
After he had his fun tantalizing me he moved down wards and gently moved my legs apart to start on the back of my thighs, the hot gel gliding up the back of my legs was amazing, he pressed his thumbs firmly up slow and methodically. His fingers were working in a swirling motion, gradually climbing higher and higher. Just as he was reaching the zenith I held my breath in anticipation... and his hands slid back down. My GOD! Such a tease! Touch me! Finger me! I moaned. It was fantastic! The masseuse moved around and got to my feet, I knew my cute pedicure would please him visually. He rubbed out the tension that my stilettos cause and as he did this I felt a gentle kiss on the top of my foot. After he repeated on the other one he instructed me to turn over.
He walks up to the head of the table. I can feel his presence. He strokes my forehead and cheek gently.
“Here,” he says. “Open your mouth.”
I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was open to anything. His finger traced along my cheek to my mouth, and I let it fall in and gave it a gentle sucking. He paused. I swear I could almost hear the blood swelling his cock right then. He reluctantly removed his finger, and replaced it with a straw. I took a long drink; ice cold water. It was so refreshing.
He pours some gel on my chest and his hands slide effortlessly over my breasts, tickling my nipples. He makes sure each one is thoroughly caressed, massaged and worshipped. My stomach and sides are massaged beautifully, his hands alternating between claws dragging down and blades sliding firmly along.
My hips and pelvis are next. I can feel I'm already wet and anticipating his slick hands on my pussy. More gel is dripped on me, and I can feel a trickle running down, closer and closer. His hands go to work on my hips and lower pelvis, when I feel his hand sliding purposefully after the trickle... and he glides just over and above my clit.
I shudder. Having been teased with the trickle, his hand in pursuit of it and then being denied is torture! If it wasn't for that hint of slick gel touching my clit, it would have been an utter and complete tease. I let out an exasperated gasp and my toes curl. I feel his cock dancing along my arm as he works his way higher, leaving a dripping trail of pre-cum up my arm.
My lap is next, and instead of dripping gel on me, I can hear his hands are slathered in gel. He starts just above the knee and slides up, being sure to focus attention on the knotted muscles. My pussy is throbbing by now, and I can feel my lips parting, an open invitation. I spread my legs apart a little to let him know he is welcome. As his hands climb higher and higher, my pulse quickens, and he passes by with just a hint of contact to my lips before slipping down to give a quick once-over to my shins.
He steps back, he places one hand on my tit and squeezes a few times, with his other hand drops a hot splash of gel on my pussy and starts massaging --almost spanking-- my already-wet lips. Slowly at first then gradually builds to a more vigorous speed.
The sound that comes out of me starts as a moan but finishes as a wail as I cum. My pussy has never been this wet, and I'm honestly not sure if I just squirted or what.
It was such a great orgasm! But I wanted more.
He instructed me to turn back onto my front and the next thing I know, he's up on the table with me, straddling my ass. I can feel his fat cock sliding effortlessly up the crack of my ass. Meanwhile, his hands are massaging my shoulders, lower back and lower spine again.
I can't remain silent anymore. “I want you inside me,” I beg.
He slides back a bit, and I can feel him teasing my open pussy with his fat head. He slides it up and down, teasing me with it, then steps down off the table. He guides my legs off the side of the table. He's standing behind me and wraps his firm hands around my hips “Give it to me, please!” I beg him.
And he does. No resistance at all, just pure frictionless ecstasy. After a few smooth pumps I'm ready to scream again, and I reach around grabbing his ass as he starts slamming himself into me. I scream and my hands claw into his ass cheeks, holding him in place as I let another orgasm ripple through me.
“I'm gonna cum!”
I feel his cock slide out of me and he quickly removed the condom he had on and as his cock lands above my ass I feel the warmth of his load spread across.
After his moment of ecstasy he told me to stay where I was, then I felt a towel run across my back as he was cleaning up the mess he had left. I hear him drop that towel and pick up another, he began to wipe me down and take off the excess gel, it was so gentle and felt amazing running up and down my back then the back of my legs, he instructed me to stand up and handed me the towel to continue the front of my self.
He said he would exit the room while I got dressed and that he would meet me at the front door. When I heard the door close I removed the blindfold, the room seems extra-bright, and I'm squinting, blinking rapidly to adjust to the transition. I look around regaining my lost sense and noticed he had a bowl of water set out with a wash cloth for me to use for my hands and next to it the remaining ice cold water that I was in desperate need of.
After I was dressed I proceeded back down my lit pathway where I made my first eye contact with the masseuse, he helped me with my shoes and handed me my purse, then simply said "Same time next week?" I grinned and said " You betcha!"
I got in the car, my legs shaking still. I pulled out my phone and sent Alexa a text message:
TOMORROW NIGHT, MY PLACE.
MOVIE NIGHT.
I'LL MAKE POPCORN.
BRING WINE!
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