"Come on in," Grant said, "Everything is ready when you are."
Mischa walked into the simply decorated, yet spacious apartment. A section of the living room was cordoned off to act as a space for Grant's services. Beyond the curtain was a large spa table, a towel warmer, carts containing a variety of skincare products and massage oils, and stacks upon stacks of fresh towels and sheets.
Mischa turned and looked at Grant, who was in turn looking at her expectantly. She knew it was time to make her move.
"I have to be honest," she began, "I didn't come here for a facial. I came here for this."
She reached for Grant's right hand and took it in hers. He stared at her in confusion as she brought his hand closer to her face. Slowly, she brought his pointer finger to her lips and kissed the tip. Mischa then encircled his finger with her mouth and sucked at it hungrily. Withdrawing Grant's finger from her mouth, Mischa stroked her cheek with the back of Grant's hand.
"Since that day at the beauty counter, I have done nothing but fantasize about these hands all over my body," she moaned.
Grant seized both her hands in his and drew her tightly into his arms. He pressed his lips to Mischa's with such force of passion that her knees started to buckle. Still, he held her firmly against his chest. She slid her tongue between his teeth, entwined it with his, and nibbled his lower lip. She was nearly breathless as Grant traced his fingers over her neck, following his path with soft, moist kisses. Mischa tore at his silk shirt, encircling her fingers in his chest hair and caressing his stomach.
With a flourish, Grant literally swept Mischa off her feet and into his arms. He carried her into the "spa" area of his living room. Laying her out on the spa table, he began to methodically undress her. Piece by piece, her clothing dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap. To Mischa, it felt a little strange to be the only one completely naked, but the way Grant smiled at her made her feel at ease.
Mischa watched in curiosity as Grant reached over to the cart behind him and dispensed several pumps of oil into his hands. He rubbed his palms together, leaving them glistening in the low light and smelling vaguely of coconut. Starting at the top of her chest, Grant drew agonizingly slow circles around Mischa's breasts with his lubricated palms, intentionally avoiding the nipples. Mischa squirmed and groaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration at this teasing maneuver. When Grant finally grasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, she nearly bucked off the table. Nevertheless, Grant continued his exploration of Mischa's body. As he planted a smattering of kisses and licks over the areas previously explored, he traced his palms over her stomach and thighs, again avoiding her most sensitive spots. Instead, he had her turn over, so he could knead her buttocks. Mischa continued to wriggle impatiently. She wanted him so badly, she could not stand it. She gasped when Grant traced a single finger over the cleft between her buttocks, and she cried out when that finger along with another plunged inside her sopping pussy.
In response to Grant's instructions, Mischa bent her knees and raised her hips. She needn't wonder why for long when Grant's tongue found her most sensitive spot. Mischa gripped the sides of the spa table and lolled her head to the side as the first waves of orgasm overtook her.
Panting, flushed, and filmed in sweat, Mischa got down from the spa table to a kneeling position before Grant. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and released his throbbing cock. She marveled at its beauty, at its musky smell, and how it felt in her hand as she grasped it to bring it to her awaiting mouth. Grant leaned back against the spa table and sighed as Mischa's lips and tongue slid up and down his shaft.
After several minutes of furious suction, Grant could wait no longer. Bringing Mischa to her feet, he helped her back onto the spa table. With her legs draped over his shoulders, he took her standing. From this position, he could see and touch the full length of her body as he desired. As he thrust in and out of her, he stroked her clitoris with his right thumb. As if through some silent understanding, Mischa took over stroking her clitoris, leaving Grant's hands free to caress her elsewhere. The sight of Mischa touching herself inflamed Grant's passion, and he redoubled his thrusts inside her.
In the same moment that Mischa felt herself being overtaken by a second orgasm, Grant was also coming undone. As their cries of ecstasy filled the apartment, Grant slid his jerking cock between her breasts, leaving spurts of his seed covering her face and neck. Sweaty and spent, they both collapsed on the spa table.
"I guess I came for a facial after all..."
