To his credit, Robert quickly recovers, becoming professional once again. He lifts her hips and slides a warm towel underneath her to catch any stray hairs. As he bends forward the man catches Erica's heated scent that sends urgent messages to his already half-hard muscle.
Erica, meanwhile, is loving the attention, the handling, she is getting beneath her waist. It has been a long time since anyone had touched her thighs, her ankles, her knees, anything(!), in a long time. Every touch sends a spark to her neglected pussy, whose lips are opening and plumping up like the petals of a flower.
Once she is in position Robert clicks on the clippers, which emit a deep-throated hum. He begins cutting just underneath the bulge of her stomach, the balding clippers easily and quickly gliding over her skin leaving a smooth stubble-free surface of tanned latina skin.
Erica is enjoying this immensely, the slight vibrations making it hard to breath and her hands to unconsciously clench the bed covers. It feels as though every hair is connected to her clit, and that every snip of the clippers is a electric spark to her quickly moistening latin flower. Her nipples, hard as diamonds anyway, were starting to hurt with the delicious throbbing pain.
Suddenly, the pleasure skyrockets as Robert's fingers touch the outer folds of her hyper-sensitive cunt to cut the hairs there. The vibrations from the clippers seem to fly through the air straight to her sexual center.
Robert can see, and smell, the effect he is having on the beauty. Her strong spicy aroma is having the same effect on him as the clippers are on her quickly shorn puss.
When the clippers are turned off and Robert briefly moves away Erica is at once relieved and disappointed. That is, until he returns and begins to clean her up with a hot, wet towel. She can't help but to moan as the wet heat hits every exposed nerve-ending on her pubis mons. This ends far too soon for Erica, only to be replaced by Robert's hands massaging body lotion into her now hair-free skin. He pays special attention to the small area around her engorged clit, causing the helpless beauty to shiver and arch her back in abstract pleasure. In her pleasure she fails to notice that he is slowly positioning her onto her hands and knees until her ass is in the air.
On one hand she desperately wants him to fuck her. Now! On the other, she wonders if this is wise or even professional. As Robert continues to massage the lotion onto her mound he squirts some on her butt. With that he begins to work her plump ass cheeks in slow firm circles. He works from the top of her ass to just above her knees, sometimes stopping to tickle the back of them. By now Erica is totally given to his amazing skill with his hands. When he pulls her up into a sitting/kneeling position she complies with no hesitation. He lifts her arms above her head and begins to massage her sides with a firm stroke and finger roll massage. She lets her head loll back and her eyes roll into her head and his hands come over the front of her body. He rubs her sternum, circles around her full breasts to meet up underneath them, to smoothly glide over her taut tummy and back again. The third pass over her body, he changes tactics by going between her breast on the way down, gently cupping them at the bottom.
By now, Robert's chin is resting lightly on her shoulders and she has circled her arms around his neck in total luxury and pleasure. They are almost like lovers now, each reveling in the other's pleasure.
DING!
Erica is slow to realize that the massage has stopped and that Robert is gently laying her down. She looks up as he covers her with the electric blanket (that's why its always warm!) And says,"I will be back in two hours for your next treatment. Please use the time to rest."
With that he backs out of the room and blows a playful kiss to Erica, who is already halfway asleep. And through a combination of still being worked up and the electric blanket making it too warm to sleep, Erica is awake and lounging in the overstuffed massage lounger and watching TV. Or, more precisely, she is looking in the basic direction of the TV. Her mind is still adrift from the massage she received and her right hand is absently stroking her smooth pussy.
Suddenly inspired, she moves to the bathroom and sits in front of the full length mirror with her legs open. Next, she does something that had never crossed her mind to ever do before: she begins to check out her puss. She had never done anything like this before, yet she is immediately turned on by the contrast between her tan caramel outer lips and her glistening pink inner sanctum. She clenches her muscles, watching how her pussy responds in the mirror. Next, she extends a finger and lightly strokes her clit, causing it to extend from her hood as if it were actively seeking her attention. Not a problem, as she rocks lightly back and forth from the waves of pleasure her finger is causing. In her mind she is watching as Robert demonstrates his oral technique on her wet slit, his tongue diving in and turning up on the roof of her vagina, hitting that spongy spot that soon has her seeing stars and leaving a wet spot on the tiles. He continues, dropping a couple of centimeters to lightly lick at her anal ring. Her brown hole spasms from the sensation as she suddenly begins to press her finger in, imagining that its Robert's tongue instead. Though she had never had anal sex before, Erica is going nuts from the newfound pleasure this is giving her. She adds another finger, then another until she is moaning loudly with three fingers opening her ass like never before. She can feel a climax of hurricane strength begin from her spine and suddenly begins to shoot waves of pleasure from her ass and pussy combined. She drops onto her back, the cold tile shocking her back to normal. She just lies there, recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she just had, when she hears the door unlock and open.
"Ms. Erica?"
