John is sending someone over to give me a massage. He hasn't been home in weeks and I haven't been able to be there. I have helped him find a hooker to take care of his needs, but I've been limited to my vibrator. I need more.
John told me that it is going to be an x-rated massage, but the man isn't allowed to fuck me. He understands that he is there for my pleasure, not for his own. (Meaning I won't be expected to blow him, or get him off.) I'm nervous, but excited. My body needs a massage, and I need release. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm allowing a strange man into my house...alone...to get me naked and make me cum. There is a combination of fear and excitement that is getting me aroused already.
I'm sitting on the couch in a short silky robe waiting for him to arrive. I know I don't need to seduce him, but a sexy act warrants the appropriate sexy set up. I have most of the lights off and some music playing. When he comes to the door, I check myself quickly in the mirror...tits peeking out of the opening of the robe, which barely covers my ass, showing off pretty much all of my legs...hair and makeup look great.
Then I take a deep breath, open it and let him in. The lights are dim, but I can make out that he is pretty good looking, and seems clean and professional. Of course, John wouldn't send anyone sketchy or gross. I lead him to the bedroom and ask what's next...I can feel myself starting to get wet...we're in my bedroom, I'm in lingerie, he's good looking and smells good enough to eat...and most of all, it has been way too long, and I have permission for whatever comes next.
The rules were clearly stated, but I feel confident that as long as I play within those boundaries, nothing is off limits. He tells me to start laying face down under the blanket. I consider telling him to skip the massage charade, or at least wait until he makes me cum to play that role. But then he excuses himself like a true professional and closes the door so I can disrobe. Under my robe I'm wearing a red lace bra and thong, and after a moment of hesitation, I lose the bra, and slide under the blanket in only the thong.
When he returns, I notice that he is topless before he turns the lights completely off. He starts with rubbing my back and shoulders, his oiled fingers gliding across my skin and digging into my muscles to relieve the stress that has built up. I realize quickly that this isn't a pro pretending to give massage. This is a real massage therapist. I sigh deeply and relax under his hands. I probably shouldn't let my guard down, but his hands feel so good. My pussy is getting hot as I feel his hands travel over my skin, easing the muscles and pausing in places that are questionable...my triceps, the sides of my upper rib cage, my hips and tailbone...
His hands lower and start kneading my ass cheeks. I feel my hips lift...presenting myself. He slides two fingers down my crack, but doesn't penetrate, even when I pressed toward those fingers. Then he covers my upper half to keep me warm and continues his journey at my feet, working up my calves and the backs of my thighs. At the very top, his hand pauses, held between my thighs at the point where they touch. He isn't quite in contact with my pussy, but the spot is so sensitive and I feel him finger thr skin there. My hips grind in response, silently begging him to finger my pussy.
I'm so turned on now, and I want him to touch me. I feel his hand moving closer and I hold my breath, ready for the release that's about to come. Then there is contact so light and fast I barely realized it happened...just a brush of fingers...I moan loudly at the combination of contact and loss of it. Oh God, why isn't he touching me? Why is he torturing me like this?
The blanket is whipped off me as one hand shoves my lower back down, holding me firm against the bed. This time his fingers work between my ass cheeks, spreading them to find my ass hole. His thumb makes contact and starts applying pressure while working little circles on the sensitive spot. I try to push against the thumb and take it deeper, but I'm held firmly to the bed. I whimper softly and he continues the pressure.
I jolt a little as a tongue slides up my throat at the same time. My head drops to one side to give him more access. His tongue makes contact with my ear and I moan. The orgasm washes over me, my head throwing back as I scream. My whole body tries to arch in response, but I'm still held down. Then I drop motionless onto the bed panting. My brain is spinning even though my body isn't moving...What part does the tongue play in this? Is that allowed? It hadn't even occurred to me, but now I am overwhelmed with ideas and sensation and craving.
