Posted by gonewild , Sun Dec 22, 2013 12:29 PM
Sarah had been anxious all morning long, filled with nervous excitement; two days ago her friend, Lucy had talked her into scheduling a massage that was to take place in her own home. Lucy and Sarah had been getting their hair done at the same salon for years and as a new service to special customers the owner of the Salon had contracted with an excellent outside massage service. Karen, the salon owner had spent a great deal of time and effort into making sure everything would be most enjoyable for her clients and that it would be 100% safe. In preparation, for the massage appointment, Karen had showed Sarah the profiles of each massage therapist and all their credentials – Sarah had selected Adam as her masseuse – a tall, ruggedly handsome man, with a warm disarming smile. Sarah was assured that she wouldn't need to provide anything at all and that Adam would arrive with a portable massage table and all necessary oils and accessories. She had been instructed to be wearing just her robe but although Sarah wasn't overly shy or modest she just couldn't bring herself to be completely naked under her robe, so… at the last moment, had slipped on her favorite fuchsia colored, lace panties and then her fluffy Turkish robe.
Sarah quickly walked around the house making sure everything was in its proper place, she had spent the better part of yesterday cleaning her already meticulously clean home. At exactly 12:55 the doorbell rang, Sarah couldn't stop the butterflies in her stomach but she did smile, just a little, due to Adam being right on time for her appointment; after all, manners and promptness were very important to her. Sarah quickly walked to the front door and greeted Adam. “Oh, he is even more handsome than I had thought he would be” thought Sarah. Adam was already showing himself to be a professional, he was dressed smartly and had all the equipment at the door. After the introductions Adam said: “Sarah, where would you like me to set up the massage table?” “Well, I’m not really sure. I've never had a massage in my home before. Would you like to set up here in the great room?” Sarah replied. “Well, yes, I certainly can Sarah but to be honest, with all the natural light coming in through your windows it may not provide the most relaxing environment. Is your Master Bedroom large enough to set up there? I assume it’s much easier to darken the bedroom than it would be the great room”. A bit startled, Sarah silently struggled with trying to come up with several reasons why setting up in her bedroom wasn't a good idea, after all it is her bedroom where intimate things often occur. She quickly came to the realization she must be over-reacting and that this was just a massage and whether it was performed in the great room or her bedroom was of no consequence. What seemed to Sarah as a long awkward silence was, in fact, only a minute, then she answered “That will be just fine, Adam here let me lead the way. May I help with your supplies?” Adam was quick to say “No, Sarah, I can easily manage and it should only take a few minutes for me to be all set-up and we can begin. I do have this special CD I would like you to play during the massage, it helps to set the mood and provides for a more relaxing setting.”
While Sarah is putting the CD into the player Adam gets the massage table set up, the towels laid out and the lit candles placed around the bedroom. The drapes have been closed and the lights turned off, but rather than being totally dark the room is softly lit with the glow of the candle flames. A sweet, pleasant aroma drifts about the room and then the soft sounds of the CD music is heard.
Sarah enters her bedroom and is actually amazed at how nice everything looks and instead of being nervous is quite calm in front of this near total stranger. Adam asks: “May I use your microwave to warm the massage oils, please”. “Yes, of course, you may” Sarah answers. “While I am doing that Sarah, you can lie face down on the table. I won’t be but a moment.” The butterflies return to Sarah’s stomach as she realizes she will need to remove her robe now. She quickly self-admonishes herself for being silly. She has had dozens of professional massages there is nothing to be self-conscious about – still, a slight smile forms on her face as she remembers taking an extra-long bath a short time ago and shaving her pussy completely bald and then just as quickly wonders why that thought entered her mind – this is a massage not a sexual liaison. Sarah lifts the modesty sheet and position herself on the table, as asked, and then places the modesty sheet over her buttocks. No sooner is she done than Adam is walking in the bedroom door with the tray of warmed massage oils.
“Okay now Sarah, let’s begin – I will be applying warmed oil to you and using a moderately firm pressure with my hands and fingers. If I find an area that is extra tense I will gradually increase this pressure to cause your muscles to relax – If at any time you want less or more pressure just let me know, okay?” “Yes, I understand Adam, I've had massages before so I am familiar with the techniques.” “Great, let’s start with the shoulders”. Within minutes Sarah is relaxed and enjoying Adams hands on her body, no wonder why he is the number one requested masseuse, she thinks – then is suddenly aware her nipples are rock hard – “Oh! Why now?” she asks herself. Adam finishes with Sarah’s back, arms and fingers and has moved now to begin on her legs… the left leg first. The warmed oil, his sensual fingers roving over her foot, her calf, ahhhh now her upper leg, then inching along her thigh. His palms so soft but still masculine sliding along, his thumbs and those magical fingers working her nerves and muscles. Damn but he’s good at this. Sarah lets out a soft almost unheard moan as his fingers edge up under the modesty sheet and touch the leg seam of her panties. “Oh, FUCK! Why did I put those on?” Sarah’s mind screams at her. Adams hands descend back down her leg, lower, then they are on their way back up – this feels so damn good. Sarah holds her breath as Adam’s fingers inch their way up her thighs so close, so very close, then they retrace their path back down. Sarah expels her breath almost forcefully and begins to wonder just what she wants here. Is it a massage or does she want something more? Again the thoughts tumble in Sarah’s head: “I knew I should have masturbated this morning. I haven’t had a good orgasm in days and I so need a good hard climax right NOW.” Adam has moved to Sarah’s right leg and as her body shifts she is instantly aware her panties are getting damp and those damn nipples of hers are beginning to ache they are so hard. “Maybe if I just wiggle a little on the sheet I can get my nipples to settle down” she thinks but no sooner has she done that - she realizes all that did is make things much worse. The direct nerve from her nipples to her clitoris just went on alert and now she can feel her clit beginning to awaken and begin a slight throbbing. “Oh, great, now I really will get wet; I need to think about something else.” She tells herself.
Adam is an expert at this, he is well aware by the bodily responses; the soft nearly imperceptible moans and fidgety that his client is becoming sexually aroused. Not an altogether rare occurrence – he has witnessed it dozens of times. He is, however, a professional and a gentleman and has been trained to ignore these signals and to go on about his business. He continues the massage his hands gliding up her right thigh, inching ever higher, the modesty sheet beginning to bunch up, just a little bit, but enough that he can see Sarah’s pretty lace panties and quite clearly see the crotch has a darkened wet patch. His fingers edge just under the leg hem and slide along the edge: his right hand following the swell of her ass; his left hand fingers touching very closely to Sarah’s labia but not quite there – then they retreat. Sarah’s moan is unmistakable this time and her hips flex trying to get more of those exciting feelings her body is now craving. One hand on each leg now Adam slides his hands up and down Sarah’s legs, each time they near the top of her legs they slow and then teasingly creep ever closer to her now undeniably wet pussy. Sarah whimpers and is nearly rubbing herself into the table desperate for some release. Her nipples and clit throbbing steadily, pounding with each of her heartbeats – she thinks “Damn! He has to know I’m going crazy here why doesn't he touch me, to help me, I need to cum, dammit!”
The silence is broken by the sound of Adam’s voice, “Sarah didn't Karen explain that for the full massage you should be naked? I see you are wearing panties, shall I remove them for you?” Startled but near crazy with lust Sarah mumbles what sounds like “Yes, and hurry!” “What did you say Sarah?” “I said yes, YES, please take my panties off of me.” Adam, smiling now, pushes the modesty sheet to the floor and taking hold of the waistband at each hip begins to slide Sarah’s panties down, Sarah arches her hips up to assist and with just a little struggling the wet panties are finally down to her ankles then off of her. With a body tremble Sarah lies back down but just can’t seem to tell her body to be still, she fidgets on the table. Soon Adam’s hands on her legs again her body tenses a bit as his hands travel up her legs. She knows she is fully exposed to his eyes now: her legs are separated as much as the massage table will allow; her ass and pussy on display for his hungry eyes and full access with those wonderful magic hands of his.
Adam’s hands knead the flesh of Sarah’s ass: his fingers and thumbs touching, rubbing squeezing each globe; lifting and separating them as his eyes are transfixed on Sarah’s wet pussy. Her inner lips, opened like butterfly wings, beckoning him to explore her depths. “Please, Adam, no more teasing, I need to cum. Please make me cum.” Adam’s left hand remains playing with her ass. His right hand now cups her pussy – Sarah sighs then grunts as Adam slides two wet fingers inside of her. First rapidly then with slow deliberate actions Adams fingers work in and out of her – Sarah’s moans are non-stop now as her body builds to its peak. “Oh God! Now… harder, faster, deeper – I’m cumming! Adams fingers are a blur as he pumps them rapidly, Sarah’s orgasm crests and explodes then immediately rolls right into another orgasm followed by several small aftershocks.
Sarah is breathing heavily as she lies there totally spent when she hears Adam say “Take a few minutes to catch your breath and gain your strength back then I’ll finish the massage”. Sarah smiles and thinks “There’s more? omG, I must remember to properly thank Karen”.
(to be continued)
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