I sauntered through the spa doors for my scheduled massage. The receptionist led me to the massage room asking me to undress and drape the cover across my naked backside. She told me to make myself comfortable and to lay face down (ass up) on the table. She said my massage specialists would be in soon to relieve my tension.
The specialist entered the room after faintly knocking on the door. He informed me of his every move—putting me at ease as he massaged the tension from each part of my body.
His hands felt so good. He knew his craft. It was perfect because I needed all the kinks to be worked out of my tensed body. I relaxed with each stroke of his hands. He rubbed my shoulders working his way down my back.
When he came to the small of my back, a water dam broke between my legs.
Oh, no. Shit, he knows that I am sexually aroused. It seemed like he rubbed the small of my back for hours as cum gushed out of me like a raging river. It spewed out of my pussy covering my inner thighs and ran down onto the table. I knew he smelled it. There’s just a distinct aroma that cum has—see, you smell it now--LOL.
If he did smell it, he played it off and kept giving me what I came there for. He rolled the draped cover up from my ankles to the top of my thighs. The cum continued to gush out of my horny ass pussy.
He massaged my feet; rotated my ankles, kneaded my calves, slightly slid my legs apart so he could get to my thighs. OMG! I I felt a sensational wave go through me—my nipples tingled; my clit swelled; my pussy throbbed; and the cum flowed.
He massaged the back of my thighs. I could sense the moment he felt the wetness. Oh, shit, I thought I would die from embarrassment. His massaging slowed. He lingered between my thighs playing in my cum! WTF? I wanted to explode again. Is this my imagination or do I feel his hands creeping further up grazing my pussy lips? Yep! I couldn’t take it anymore.
I set straight up on the table and apologized to him without mentioning what I was apologizing for—he knew. He assured me that it was alright. Then the unimaginable happened. He asked me if I wanted him to take care of “that”. Take care of what? He smirked and said he could help me relieve more tension by taking care of me between my thighs. I told him I didn’t think this was that kind of establishment. He said he wouldn’t tell if I didn’t.
My horniness got the best of me. I stretch out once again on my stomach with the draped cover across my ass and spread my legs for him to take care of me between my thighs.
His hands returned to the inside of my thighs as I moaned with pleasure. He gently rubbed my pussy lips and slipped his finger deep inside of me—ahhhh. He took his finger out and lightly spanked my ass repeatedly. I winced with each smack. Not because it was painful but because it aroused the hell out of me. Each spank caused my ass to rise off the table.
He then took both of his hands and spread my ass cheeks; bent down and stuck his long hard tongue deep off in my pussy—moving in and out—tongue fucking me till I squirted all in his mouth.
Ahh, my body went limp. The tension was gone. What a difference an unlisted item on the massage menu can make. I think I’ll request him on my next spa visit.
Are YOU up for a massage to get the kinks out?
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