I never really knew what would come from that day. I worked as a self-employed sports masseuse and had decided to go to my local coffee shop for dinner instead of eating in as usual. What a decision that turned out to be. I ordered a coffee and a sandwich, then sat down by the window and stared out at the passers-by listening to the radio. They had some smooth jazz on at the time. The weather started to take a turn for the worst with showers overhead and dark clouds passing.
There she was - long dark hair that flicked from side to side as she jogged towards the shop along the side of the road. She had a slightly athletic build not muscular, more slim. In fact, but there was some noticeable definition. All clad in running gear of a bright red sports bra and tight black leggings that accentuated her ... curves, with every step.
I guessed she must have been around twenty-six. She stopped right outside the shop window where I was while panting. I could see the cold air she breathed out and the warmth coming off of her skin as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She bent over slightly fixing her hands on her knees breathing hard. I took the moment, as any man would, to admire her figure.
To my surprise she looked to her left and caught me staring right at her legs. I diverted my gaze immediately to the cinema behind in the background squinting my eyes as if trying to read the name of the films showing. Smooth, I thought ... real smooth. A few excruciating seconds passed. She walked on past the window to the end of the block. So I diverted my eyes back to my coffee. The door opened and the bell rang. I slowly looked up not thinking anything interesting of the event only to see the raven haired beauty I saw a moments earlier. She stood at the counter ordering something and getting on rather well with the female barista.
It was electric, I felt like I was in a film and at that moment, BB King was playing the coolest blues riff I'd ever heard. I couldn't help but observe, she wasn't too far away, but far enough for me to be able to be discreet. Beads of sweat rolled down her fair chest to her sports bra collecting into a little patch of sweat between her cleavage.
She didn't have large breasts but a handful, perfect if you asked me. Time passed and I forgot how fixated I was. The coffee had been made and she thanked the cashier. Now about to turn past the corner of the counter, she walked down to the booths near me. She glanced up quickly to see me ogling at her magnificent figure. There I was again like a deer in headlights; I panicked and looked down at ... an empty plate of all things in the world. I looked back into the window to see her in reflection walk past with a devilish smirk on her face. She had caught me looking for a second time. To my surprise, she seemed to be enjoying it ... I could tell by the way her hips unnaturally swung as she walked past.
As she approaches the booth two rows in front of me she conveniently sits with her coffee directly facing me but avoiding all eye contact. She didn't need to because she knew I was watching, I liked it. She was the perfect tease enough to keep you in but always wanting more. Time was getting on and I had to leave. I had a client in 10 minutes and still had to drive back home.
I just couldn't. Just as brought myself to put my pea coat on, "Pop!" came from her table at which I noticed the top of her coffee cup popping off. She took her index finger on her right hand and dipped the tip into the coffee. Taking it out slowly she wraps her lips around the end sucking the liquid off until an accentuated slurp is produced.
At this moment she looked up staring directly into my eyes and uttered, "Perfect" in her sultry voice She then calmly resumed reading the newspaper on the table. I couldn't believe it, she was driving me crazy.
"What's your name?" I managed to ask.
"Rachel," she responded without looking up.
With that I turned and walked out the door thanking the barista. In mid-stride, just as I was about to step out the door the barista called out and said, "She likes you, don't worry".
I guessed they must have known each other. I just said thanks again, then left with a little spring in my step and a slight bulge in my trousers. I think my clients got a little less value for their money that day. I just couldn't concentrate properly.
A few weeks passed and I'd started to forget about the woman I'd seen. A conference had been coming up that I had been dreading for months. A while back I had told my friend I'd fill in and teach some sports massage to some kids at a local university. I couldn't cancel now I still owed him the favour. I got there an unpacked my stuff and waited for the students to arrive. I had a quick catch up my friend and he told me that the model I would be working on would be there soon.
Time passed and the kids started coming in but the model hadn't arrived. As we were all sat there waiting I started to shuffle around with my bottles and other various things. I heard the door push open and a woman start apologizing profusely to my friend for being late.
I popped my head up and there she was. Rachel from the coffee shop. Stood in nothing but a towel around her upper half and mini shorts on the bottom. I stood up and my friend introduced us to which she responded with bright red blushed cheeks. My friend informed me she was a volunteer model for the university and that he known her for awhile.
I couldn't wait to get started. She lay down on the table and let her towel fall bunching up either side so her breasts weren't too exposed. Her skin was more tanned than I remember, but her figure was still as beautiful as I recollect. I walked over slowly to my desk as my friend sat down next to the students. I picked up the massage oil and walked back over to the table on the opposite side to the students. I explained the best I could to the students what I was about to do but it was vague at best I was that preoccupied.
I slowly let the oil drip from the bottle. It trailed from the bottom of her neck to the bottom of her spine. The oil was slightly cold and as soon as it hit her soft ... warm ... skin she wriggled and tensed up. I watched the little white hairs on the back of her neck come to a stand. I placed my hands on the bottom of her spine just above her perky, little buttocks and she let of out a deep exhalation. Slowly I moved up and rubbed the oil in.
She started quite tense but loosened to my touch and five minutes in she let me know what she wanted. She started to move and asked me to stop for a moment while she repositioned herself. Slowly she moved her hands from crossed in front of her to down by her sides with her hands now midway down the outside of her thighs. I leaned over to get the opposite shoulder and felt a firm grip on my cock through my trousers. It was very well disguised. From the opposite side of the table no one would be able to see. But I could definitely feel it and she definitely meant it. My cock began to grow in her hand. I'm not freakishly big but I am well endowed especially in girth.
She had difficulty even getting her hand just over halfway around the base. Now I kept coming backwards and forwards to the shoulder as if using her hand as a pussy. Slowly and deeply pushing my girth through her hand. She let go after a minute and put her hands back under her forehead.
Now it was my turn to show her what I wanted. I started massaging around the sides of her body and hips a little bit rougher than before letting her know I liked to get a little rough too. Then in one swift movement I leaned over and managed to discreetly place my left hand in between the bunched up towel and her breast. I couldn't believe this was happening and no one else in the room had a clue. I could have climaxed right there. With my left hand I began slowly using my index finger to rub around the nipple every now and then, brushing it which was greeted with a smile only I could see as she turned her head to the side.
The whole session was the most intense foreplay I have ever had. I'd always been the dominant one during sex and decided to show her that side. I grabbed her whole breast roughly ... a handful just as I'd imagined, then flicked and squeezed her nipple a few times. She was in ecstasy I could tell, her mouth was now open, her eyes closed and slowly breathing long and hard.
I had an idea. Her nipples were red hot. I went back over to the massage oil and dabbed a small cold blob on my finger. She tried to look back but didn't know what was going on. I came back put my hand in the same position then let the oil meet her nipple. She jerked and let out a muffled moan. I decided to stop there before she had an orgasm in front of everyone. A minute later I stopped, placed the towel back by her side and continued with the rest of the massage. I'd finished 5 minutes early and needed to kill time. This was when my horny side came out. My mind raced with something to do but all I could think about was seeing her bum. I'd got it.
I explained to the crowd that sometimes athletes who use a lot of power in their legs specifically the gluteals (bum) muscles can get tight. I asked Rachel if she minded pulling her shorts down and I would still cover her with the towel and massage. She couldn't get them down any faster as I laid the towel over her. I managed to get a look while adjusting the towel and they were magnificent. Round and tight the type that if you slapped would spring back in an instant.
I was also delighted to find she had a small tattoo of a pair of lips on the side of her bum cheek where the shorts covered. I'd always loved a girl with tattoo's for some reason. They turn me on immensely as she found by the now fully erect cock pressing against her side. I knew exactly what I was going to do next. I couldn't help but try and mask a grin. I started the massage as normal and managed to manipulate my side of the towel so that it rode up slightly allowing enough of a gap to move in. I brushed my fingertips over the bottom of her cheek and round into the crack. I ran my index finger down from her rosebud to her slightly puffy lips.
