Lola opens the door wearing sexy lingerie and high heels, like she always does. Her skinny frame perched on those three inch shoes, her ass sticking out just enough, the little white panties and bra. It always makes me crazy. Her long hair, her sparkling eyes, that stunning smile, her perfect body...I have to stop to catch my breath when I see her. She is young, she is full of life and passion and humor and energy and sex and everything that makes the world a worthwhile place to live.
She can't possibly know how I feel, how her smile turns this middle aged man into a child, how deeply and acutely I need her, for reasons she can never know, with a depth that makes no sense at all...this is a professional relationship...I have to stop thinking. It's a moment in time, nothing more, nothing less. Just a snapshot.
She greets me with the usual hug and peck on the cheek and brings me to the room where she keeps her massage table. I undress and lay down and she gets to work.
What she does with her hands in indescribable. To look at her you would never think it was possible. She surely weighs less than 100 pounds, a body devoid of fat but also without obvious muscle. She puts her hands on my neck and my back and my shoulders and my legs and somehow finds the places where muscles are tired, where bones and cartilege rub each other the wrong way, where my bad posture takes its toll. Somehow she finds the places where it hurts and lays her hands on them and prods and rubs them in just the right way.
As she works, we talk. She tells me a little about herself...I hang on every word, careful to try to remember everything she says, to retain every precious detail. Sometimes her sharp accent fools my ears and I have to ask her to repeat herself. She is patient with me. I am an old fool who merely melts like a cheap candle in the presence of her warmth. I want every part of her. I want to know her thoughts, her feelings, her past, her present, her future.
She works on my neck, my shoulders, down my back. She climbs up over me and I touch her calves with the backs of my hands as she works down my body. I feel a charge, a pulse, something electric when I touch her. She climbs down and works on my arms...then my legs...then she touches me softly...up both legs, she runs her fingers lightly. She touches my hips with both hands. For a brief moment I feel connected to her and then...
She steps away and dims the lights. She takes her lingerie off as I look over my shoulder and watch. Her beautiful nipples emerge from her bra. She slides her panties down to reveal her hairless body, her flawless skin shines in the low light. I want her more than any woman I have ever seen. I dream of her at night and when dawn arrives I think of her all day. Every hour that I am not with her I am killing time.
