I go to my local day spa for my weekly massage appointment. It has been a stressful week and I am sooo ready for some rest and relaxation. I get undressed, as usual, and lie naked on the table, face up under the sheet. Instead of my regular girl, in walks this 6'5", short haired, sexy ass guy with a big smile. "Hi," he says, "I'm Cody." I smile politely and try to act like I'm used to having hunky tall guys massage me every day.
"Hi," I say back, and I notice his big, strong hands and the way his jeans cling to his muscular legs....trying not to stare at the outline of a very impressive-looking cock visible beneath his fly. I swallow hard, trying not to let my mind wander too much into fantasy land while he massages me. Keep it together, Dana, I silently tell myself. This guy touches naked women every day, I'm sure today is like any other day for him. It is not, however, like any other day for me. It's been ages since I've felt the touch of a strong, sexy man and I feel my temperature start to spike and my pulse begin to quicken. I wonder if he is aware of the effect he's already had on me?
I close my eyes and try to relax into the feeling of his hands on my skin, gliding smoothly along my arms, aided by the vanilla scented oil. Mmmmmm, Cody's hands are very strong...they feel so delicious on my skin, working my tired muscles. I am such a lucky girl to have this hot guy working on my body, I think to myself, and as I do, my nipples harden involuntarily. As he bends over me, I wonder if his blue eyes take in the outline of my rock hard, thimble-sized nipples as they jut through the thin cotton of the sheet? I try not to think of the possibilities, as I lie there and focus on his powerful hands and the way they stroke my skin so deeply and seductively. Fuck, this is hot - this guy is hot - I think, and I feel the first trace of wetness roll down between my thighs. I instantly realize that the next hour is going to be very difficult and that I am going to have to fight with myself to relax and not envision those long, elegant fingers teasing my already very erect and aroused nipples.
Cody is good, very good, and very professional as he works one shoulder, then the next, bending over me to reach across when necessary. As he does, his hand accidentally grazes my breast and my eyes fly open in shock and pleasure. My brown eyes meet his steady cerulean gaze as he stares down at me and a slow smile crosses his face. "Feel good?" he asks innocently. Unable to speak, I merely nod my head as my nipples tighten even further making them impossible not to notice through the sheet. Cody looks down at them appreciatively and I see a look of lust and desire darken his eyes. After a long pause, he asks, "May I?"
"Please," I murmur huskily, unable to breathe. He slowly pulls down the sheet, exposing my naked breasts to his gaze. The cold air hits my dark pink nipples, causing the areolae to pucker and darken and the tender tips to retract into diamond-hard points the size of small raspberries. He reaches out one hand to cup my left breast and as he does, he begins to flick his thumb over my nipple. My god, this hot guy is actually touching me in the middle of my massage and I'm letting him, I say to myself! Yessss, it feels so good, I don't want him to stop. Ever.
Cody notices the look of ecstasy on my face and the moans that escape my parted lips, and his touch grows bolder. Now he reaches out the other hand to my other breast and begins to caress and tease that one so that both are being lavished with his attention. Ahh, this feels amazing, and my breath intakes sharply as his touch moves from slow and gentle to firmer and more insistent. He rolls my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them, stretching them, and when I sigh he says, "You have such beautiful tits, baby. I can't wait to taste them."
