¶ Professional Massage Turns Sensual
I climb onto the table and kneel between his thighs. He watches me, his eyes tracing the lines. Welcome to Audio Desires. Ain't short erotic audio stories for women and men. Hi there. Hi. Let's see. Looks like you booked the forty five minute massage. Are you ready to get started? God yes. It's been such a long day. I dim the lights and hit play on the speaker. This is my last client of the day. Actually, I think he and I are the only ones in the building.
Laid out on the massage table, he's completely bare, except for the small towel covering his ass and hips. I only saw his face for a moment, but damn, he's got a great body. I pour a little oil into my hands and warm it between my palms. The calming smell of lavender fills the room. I position myself by his head and slowly work his neck and then his shoulders. Hmm, his muscles are tight. I wonder if he has stress from work or maybe at home.
His moaning is really hot. I don't ever get turned on by my clients when I'm massaging them, but I guess I'm rarely massaging someone I find so attractive. I glide my hands down to his hips and massage the tight lower back muscles just above his ass. Sometimes giving massages can get a little awkward. People sometimes make the most erotic noises while getting massaged. But for some reason I'm feeling more excited than anything. I wonder what he does for a living.
If he's single, if his cock is as big as I'm imagining it might be. Okay, this is a professional environment. There's no room for the thoughts I'm having. Thoughts about licking my way down his torso, about massaging his cock with my hands, my mouth. If you could roll over onto your back now, please. Mm-hmm. Oh, oh yeah, of course. I turn around to give him a moment of privacy. Sounds like he's lying down again. I turned back around to face him and oh fuck.
The towel is just barely covering his erection. His eyes are closed and his face is relaxed. His cock as big as I imagined it to be is It looks like it's just begging for my attention, my touch. I quickly look away. This has happened before. A man getting an erection during a massage, that is, It's natural for clients to get a little too relaxed during the massage. I normally just ignore it and go on with the massage, but today I don't really want to ignore it. I want it so badly.
I start with his feet and gradually work my way up his legs. They're strong and tight, just like his back. My hands gently knead his thigh, and his cock twitches under the towel. It would be so wrong for anything to happen between us. I could get fired for doing it. It's so beyond inappropriate. But I really, really want to slide my hand under that towel. I realize that I've been massaging the same spot over and over again, and I've been staring at his cock through the towel.
I look over at him. He's sitting up onto his elbows, smiling a little. Is he thinking the same thing I am? His hand slowly reached toward the bulge under the towel. I could help you with that if if you'd like. Mmm, I was really hoping you'd say that. My pussy clenches with desire. I can't believe I'm about to do this.
¶ Intimate Boundaries Erased
I slide my hand beneath the towel, and he lies back down. This is so incredibly wrong, and I can't wait to do it. I find his hard shaft and wrap my fingers around it. Uh He is so stiff. I slowly stroke his cock up and down. It's throbbing in my oily hand. And I slide so easily up and down his length. Oh god, I love his moans. They're making me so wet. I want to watch my hand working his shaft. His hips thrust with the rhythm of my strokes. His hand reaches out and grips my loose white trousers.
He pulls me towards him. And slides his hand over my ass. Do you want this? Yes. He needs and squeezes my ass before his fingers drift between my legs. His fingers press up against my sensitive clit through my clothes. Fuck that feels good. He tugs at the tie on my trousers and pulls it free. He hooks his fingers over the waistband and works it over my hips, taking my panties with it. His hand is immediately between my thighs. His fingers slipping between my labia. Oh God.
Two fingers slide inside me, gently thrusting and curling against my G-spot. Oh. Oh. His thumb finds my clit and pulses and circles against it. Oh fuck. Fuck. He's so good at this. Oh I can hardly concentrate on stroking his cock. Ah you're so wet. Oh fuck yes, keep stroking my cock. Oh like that. This is so wrong. I know it. He knows it. But I don't want it to stop. Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeah, right there. Oh oh fuck.
Do you do you have a condom? Please tell me you have a condom. Uh yeah, yeah I do. In the wallet, in my jeans pocket. I reach behind me to the chair his clothes are draped over. I stick the condom packet between my lips and pull my shirt over my head. I unhook my bra and let them both drop to the floor. I climb onto the table and kneel between his thighs. He watches me, his eyes tracing the lines of my body as I tear open the condom.
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