My personal white chocolate or should I say more like a mocha latte light with whipped cream sweetened to perfection. This was Jason; mine and all mine. Sensitive, caring, witty and a kid at heart. Don't even get me started on his sexing. As a matter of fact how about we go back to the day I met my "Mocha".
I had just gotten out of my navy blue BMW. My second baby, rim spinners trimmed in gold with my name Natash going across the middle in diamonds 1.4 cts each. Nice sun roof top with a kick ass stereo system, and 2 TV's embedded in the back seats for my passengers. After getting out of my car I went into my usual spot on Friday's; "Fancy Your Fancy Spa and Dessert" for my massage treatment and strawberry creme soufflé. With my membership I went straight to the back, got undressed, laid on the table and awaited my masseuse.
Just moments later he came in.
"Oh hi, " my eyes widened with delight and confusion, " what happened to Lisa?"
"Well, a family situation came up so I'll be filling in for her for awhile, my name's Jason."
I didn't argue with him. Hell, it wasn't like I was upset about it. I was actually grateful, because this brother was fine. I'm talking smack your mother, cuz she aint tell you nigga's could look this fine, fine.
Jason retrieved the strawberry scented oil from the assortment of oils they had on the shelves since I had it marked as one of my favorites. He started by oiling up my neck and massaging me there, then down to my back. God his hands felt like warm milk on a nice wintry day when you're lying in bed snuggled up to a great book or movie.
As he got to my towel, removed it and began oiling my round, thick, Nubian ass I began to moan. Not moan's of relief but moan's of pleasure. I couldn't help myself, it just came out that way.
Jason took a step back, " Are you okay?"
He had this sort of pleasured look on his face.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just really love your hands, that's all. Please keep going."
"At your request."
The more he touched the more I could feel myself getting wet and turned on. The more I moaned the more intense his touches became as though he was fine tuning my body. I've never felt like this before and I loved every minute of it.
After going to my legs and feet, it was time now for him to enter my real erogenous zone. The way he handled me so far, I could only imagine how this would be.
"Now Mrs. Landers, could you turn on your back for me please?"
"It's Ms, I'm not married."
I complied with his request more than eager. As I lay there thoughts ran through my mind; bad bad thoughts about just snatching this man up and tonguing him down without even a thought as to whether or not he'd mind it or not. I wanted him and I wanted him now, but I couldn't. I couldn't just grab him up like that he'd probably think I was psycho...or would he? Anyway, while I lay here daydreaming, Jason had begun oiling up my full breast, just as richly brown as the rest of my body. Starting with the right one he caressed as though he'd done this since he was at least 10 years old, no kidding. Cuffing it with both hands in a stroking motion as if he was smoothing out the rough edges on a sculpture. He took my other breast in his hands and proceeded to do the same with that one, then using just one hand for each he took them both with firm yet sensitive grips. I could feel his thumbs moving over my nipples every now and then and I could feel them ripen with each stroke. I watched the look on Jason's face. I could tell he was pleased by his work. I felt the warmth of his hands on my belly moving up and down, left to right, then down to my pelvis. As he spread me to pour the oil his face changed. It wasn't just delight this time, but surprise as well. He sat the oil back down on the table beside him and reached for a clean towel. He puzzled me, because by this time I'm thinking he should be pouring that oil on me instead of sitting it down. He walked back over to me with the clean towel still in hand.
" I think you might want to use the private bathroom."
" Why is there something wrong, my hygiene's usually up to par, don't tell me." But before I was able to finish, he could see the worry and frustration in my eyes, not to mention the tone in my voice so he decided to cut me off before I really began to lose it. " Just trust me. Your hygiene is great, more than great, it's just."
"What...."
"Well, Ms. Lande."
"Natash, call me Natash, now what is it Jason."
"Natash....you seem to have gotten a little bit more excited than my usual customers. You're extremely moist, wet down there. Under normal circumstances I would love a woman in this condition. But...."
" So are you saying you don't find me attractive?"
" No that's not it at all, of course you're attractive, shit your fine ass would be mine if I had my way, but."
" But what, no but's if you want me take me, I'm already undressed, vulnerable.....WET. It'll just be between me and you. One time, we never have to see each other again. Well, in an intimate sense rather. I want you Jason, I know you can tell. So take me, take me now while the offers here."
