It was a hot evening in the desert. He had waited for his massage all day and knew she would find ways to relief his stress. He did not know all she had planned to have him rise to the occasion. Before arriving he purchased the chardonnay and insured it was properly chilled. The long and soft leather cord was brought with him as she requested. He retrieved it from his camping equipment and felt it odd she had asked for this, but then he was not in a position to question much of her requests, as he knew that she knew.
Nonetheless, it was a time for him to escape and if he was to be put through any paces, well he decided that he would accept them as deeply he knew his secret fantasies were in her mind and with them evidence of his impropriety. Not that she would directly use this against him, but she expected a compliant client. Massage was a work of relaxation, touch, and stroke. She added new dimensions to her practice. Preparing her recipients for the massage was half of the fun.
Arriving, he parked, took a deep inhalation on the herbal moment, and grabbed his accessories and knocked on the door. It was several minutes before she answered. He thought he had not been loud enough, and he knocked again. She watched him through the curtains. She had worn her black cotton dress. The buttons were arranged conveniently in front and it was a low cut version. After showering she had opted to wear only the dress and some dangerous fragrance that her clients loved to smell. Waiting until he was nearly ready to knock again, she made a sound knowing he would hear and moved to the door. Answering, she smiled and greeted him. “Hello, dear Faxon, please come in.”
He walked in, bent over to give her a hug and glance into the soft black dress at a delicate cleavage he imagined he might be requested and required to serve. She motioned him to the kitchen and he carried the wine there. Retrieving two glasses from the freezer she handed him the opener. Opening the wine during the small talk of arriving he poured two glasses. They toasted the moment and sipped. She suggested he sit near her in one of the chairs. Now, Ms. Lina saw the leather cord and picked it up admiring its softness. She began tying a small loop knot and smiled at him. Ms. Lina laid it down and drank her wine.
She indicated the room was ready and asked if he would be showering first. As he had just come from the gym and a shower, he asked her if this would be OK. Ms. Lina smiled and said, “ I think that will be fine, I have the hot towels and the oil, I am sure all will go smoothly.” It was a wry smile with a wicked sparkle in her eye. He leaned back and wondered what “paces” he might face this evening. Her glass was empty and she moved it toward him with a suggestive refill sort of gesture. He stood up and retrieved the bottle and poured. Setting the bottle down, he began to sit down when Ms. Lina reached over and moved his chair back under the table. Faxon turned with something of a blank look only to see the same little smile.
“Before you sit, I think your preparation awaits, don’t you?”
“Well, certainly, but I um, are you ready for me to move to the room?”
“No Faxon, not at all. However, readiness for massage begins with the proper attire as you know.”
Faxon looked at her, realizing she looked wonderful and attired most appropriately, he realized it was his attire she suggested needed to be changed.
“Faxon, I believe removing your clothing would be appropriate.” She took another drink of the wine and watched him react a bit nervously.
“Here . . . in the kitchen?”
“Of course.” And with that she touched his thigh with her foot, moving it from high on his leg down to his knee and then back again.
He slid off his sandals, and unbuttoned his shirt. As he reached the last button, she reached over and moved the daily paper on the table. Lying beneath it was a carrot that had been shaved and carved smooth. Along with the vegetable was a small bottle of baby oil. Faxon squinted and looked at her again. Ms. Lina lightly smiled and ran her tongue around her lips. She picked up her glass and drank while motioning to him with her hand to continue. He looked at her with uncertainty and curiosity. She smiled again and took another sip. She reached over and picked up the carrot and brought it toward her mouth. His shirt was now off and she commented about his belt.
“Fax, your belt out of your pant loops please. I would like to hold it.”
He complied and pulled it from his pants and handed it to her. She admired its rough leather texture and then wrapped it around the large end of the carrot again and again such that she had created a leather handle to the orange apparatus.
He motioned to the wine and she nodded approvingly, so he drank. He could feel himself being pulled into her web and was glad to have some alcohol again to calm his nervousness. After a small sip, she moved the carrot again towards her mouth and licked the end of it very suggestively. He immediately felt his cock swell and move within his pants. She glanced at the jeans and pulled the carrot from her mouth and motioned for him to continue. He unzipped the pants and they dropped to the floor. He stepped out of them wearing only his baby blue cotton boxer briefs. The fly was open and was being crowded by his cock that had grown in size in the just the past two minutes.
Ms. Lina motioned him toward her; he was only 4 feet from her but stepped closer. She reached up and touched the side of his boxers and felt their smoothness. She glided her hand barely into the waistband and slid her hand from his hip to the middle of his stomach. Then she grabbed the carrot lifting it toward him while her hand in the waistband slightly pulled it toward her. His boxers pulled outward, his cock having more room to move now swelled larger and pushed toward the fly of the boxers. She motioned him to lean downward.
He was standing only a foot away, if that, only his boxers on his body. He leaned down and she motioned him further toward her. As he did, she kissed him and then raised the carrot to his lips. He pulled away slightly and she pulled on the waistband pulling him back towards her. He smiled and she pushed the carrot into his mouth slightly.
“Faxon, suck it, use your tongue and lick it.”
He complied and after a moment she withdrew it. She placed the carrot into her cleavage with the leather belt dangling over her breast. She pushed him upward so he was standing upright. She could see the tip of his cock now moving through the boxers. He looked a little embarrassed and she used both hands to open the fly releasing his cock out standing erect and pointing right at her. She paused, smiled at him, and took another drink. He moved toward his wine and she moved it out of the way.
