The room was dark, the color of the dark water casting waves on the white, pristine walls. The house screamed opulence and wealth. He was standing naked near the massage table completely naked. His six pack rippling as he bent to pick his cell phone and turned it off. His long hair was tied behind in a pony tail, the brown and black and gold mixing and molding itself together. He stood tall at6'2", his silvery blue eyes cold and piercing. He heard the click of her heels and turned his head. She wore a short black skirt that touched fell to mid-thigh. Leaving an inch of snow white skin naked, the rest of her long legs was covered in black fishnet stockings. Her 4 inch heels clicked on the marble as she walked towards him. Her hips were round, perfectly curved. Her white shirt was tied just under her breasts, a good 38 D that spilled over her unbuttoned shirt showing the black bustier on the inside that did its job perfectly. Her face was cute, she was no beauty. Her lips were red and glossy her baby doll eyes wide as she started at her member that was beginning to show itself.
"You must be the masseuse." he said, unnecessarily.
"Yes sir. I'm Daphne, your assigned masseuse for the week. It you could just lie down on the table, I'll begin." She was in awe of this man. She had heard from her colleagues about him. He always requested a masseuse to be sent from the agency and always at night. And the girls who were assigned were tight-lipped about what happened, but with those who had been with him earlier, they only had a knowing glance to share. He has some body, she thought. His six pack and his well defined pecs showed off his lean structure. And, oh my, she couldn't even look below his navel without blushing and feeling tingly all over. He was biiiigg!!
"I'm ready" his deep throaty voice said and she jumped. He was already on the table face down and she chastised herself. She didn't want to mess this up, she needed to impress him to impress her boss!
"Oh sorry, I was just placing the oil bottles." she covered quickly.
He said nothing and taking his silence as annoyance she rubbed the oil in her palms quickly and started. She was rubbing his foot and getting all the essential points but she just could fuck not keep her eyes off the man's butt! It was perfect! If only I could bite it, she thought and smiled to herself. It wouldn't do, she told herself. Now behave D, and be a good masseuse and give this man a rub down he'll never forget!
She moved ahead and started doing his calves. They were sprinkled lightly with dark hair and she liked the contrast of her smooth skin and its coarse surface. She now moved her hands up and was massaging his thighs. She wondered how much he worked out for them to be so strong and hard. She thought of the other part of his anatomy that was also hard and giggled.
"What's funny?" he asked and she jumped.
"Oh, oh nothing, nothing."
"Hmm. I would rather you do my front than my back now."
"Oh, okay." She was petrified. She couldn't afford to disappoint him and told herself again to behave! Hot men always turned her into a walking talking klutz but this time the man in front of her was beyond hot, he was sizzling!!! And when he turned around she had to bite her lips to keep from groaning. His body was like that of a Greek god, narrow, strong, broad shouldered, hard and spectacular!
"You can do the chest first." he said.
Front massages were rare but some people did prefer it. She turned around to rub more oil in her hands and turned back. The table was angled near a wall and she has no place to move forward to be near his front.
He seemed to understand her trouble and said,
"Why don't you climb up?"
"Oh!" she said and her heart stopped for a second.
"Sure. Yes, that would give more pressure."
She climbed on the table and sat down on his abdomen. Bending down she stretched her arm and started massaging his shoulders. She couldn't tell if her eyes were open.
He was smiling silently having the woman exactly where he wanted her to be. He could see her breast, most of it spilling out of her useless bra. Her oils were now placed above his head on the table.
"Do you have any scented oil on you?" he asked.
