When was the last time you had a nice massage? Imagine yourself trying a new place, excited to relax and have all of the stress worked out of your beautiful body. The lobby is nice enough, with a nice young woman at the reception desk that escorts you to a quiet room, dimly lit by candles placed about the room. She instructs you to strip down, at least to just panties. The way that her attention lingered on "at least" gave you an unexpected shiver.
As she closes the door, you see my picture on the back of it under the plaque "Your Masseuse Today". I'm tall, 6'4", with an athletic build. The facial features in the picture capture your imagination; taking note of my jawline, soft smile, and alluring eyes. Unsure of what exactly it is that is going through your head, you start to strip down for your massage. With a bit of a devilish curiosity, you decide to remove your panties just before climbing onto the bed.
Not long after, I walk in and am instantly transfixed on the wonderful beauty that is you. I introduce myself, the low and masculine tone of my voice instantly confirming your preconceived thoughts of me. Without further ado, I pull the sheet, starting at the bottom and start exposing your body for my eager hands.
Massaging and rubbing your feet tenderly with such gentle and tentative care. Lulling you into a state of relaxed arousal. Pulling a bottle of coconut oil from the table and warming it between my hands. Standing to the side of the table with my cock half hard just from the sensation of seeing you naked before me. Putting my hands to your skin and massaging your ankles. The oil warm and slick between my hands and your body.
Kneading and massaging up the muscles of your calves; matching my breathing to yours. Rubbing my hands up your thighs and pushing any anxiety and stress from your body. Holding your left leg between my hands, the outside of my thumb gently brushes against the soft and smooth lips of your sex. You take a sharp breath in, feeling the tingling sensation of having my masculine hands on your body.I request that you roll over onto your back, offering to keep you covered with the sheet, but you decline and let it fall to the floor. Our eyes lock as your turn over and my cock throbs when I examine you head to toe.
Applying more oil to my hands to rub over your defined hips. Dancing my fingers over your stomach until I am cupping your full and firm breast in my hands. Keeping my hands elevated, still allowing your chest to naturally rise and fall. Even though I have taken great care not to touch them, your nipples stand to attention and I notice your mouth is now open. My cock fills even more and rises with excitement and anticipation.
The sigh of relief that escapes your lips when I finally drag my oil covered fingers over your sensitive nipples is so sexy; it's all the approval that I need. Slowly rubbing my hands over your breast and letting each finger drag and release against both of your tits at the same time. Tease your nipples, rolling the between my fingers until your hips start to unconsciously gyrate in response.
Removing my right hand from your breast, you shudder a bit in disapproval. Your body tenses up when you feel the touch of cold metal to your breast. I lean down and suck your nipple into my mouth, along with the ends of a nipple clamp. Flicking my tongue over the tip of your tit while I tighten the screw to pinch your nipple. Immediately putting my lips to yours and diving my tongue into your mouth. Kissing your hard and deep with both of my hands fished between us to carefully tighten the other clamp onto your nipple.
