I like to write short real life stories that are to the point. Hard or wet factor is the only thing I am aiming for. This is not a PhD dissertation or English grammar class. You are on the wrong website if you care for either of those topics.
I am 22, 5'3", 110, small petite blonde girl.
Based on my experience guys will fuck any girl that offers herself. But in my few yeas of fucking so many guys, only once I had to force a guy to fuck me. Fuck me he did, but it was not easy getting him there.
My spa hires some of the best looking guys for massage. Now some are gay, but then some are really strong, well chiseled straight guys too. Let me tell you this is no seedy spa but a very upscale spa in my city. Andrew was all muscles with a 6' frame. I had seen him work there but never had the pleasure of having his hands all over me. My regular guy was good but nothing like Andrew. During a couple of my previous visit, I had spoken and flirted with Andrew while waiting, but then I am sure most girls hit on him and he must be used to it. He smiled and humored me but did not take any bait. My desire for him only grew.
Last week I booked a spa appointment and asked for Andrew. On the spa day I showered, cleaned myself, put some light perfume on me in all the right places. I wore no bikini under my body hugging track pants and top. Just a sexy thong was all I wore under my track pants. I showed up all excited and a little wet with anticipation. I knew I wanted to seduce Andrew and was hoping it will be a cake walk for my tight young frame.
Once in the spa room after all check in formalities were over, Andrew was discussing what areas needed focus, what level of pressure etc? I was so horny and eager to seduce him that as he spoke, I unzipped my top and dropped it on the chair to reveal my naked top. Andrew paused a little but continued. I am sure many girls have stripped and thrown themselves to this hunk and it must be just another day for him at work ;) He was discussing energy flow channels, how he prefers to do his craft blah blah blah and all I was doing was imagining a hard cock under his slacks. I turned my back to him and pulled my track pants off me to reveal to him my tight ass in a thong. I stayed a little bent over pretending to fold my clothes on the chair giving Andrew a extended view of my ass. He stayed completely professional.
I turned towards him standing in my thong pretending to listen. I surely played with my hair seductively as I pulled the hair clip and threw it on the table. Facing him I touched under my breast and firm abs area telling him a story about how playing volleyball last week pulled some muscle and it hurts, just so that he stares at my breast area. I made up a story about how the thighs and the hamstrings are tight and needed extra help to loosen them. All I wanted was his hands close to my pussy.
Andrew acknowledged he will take care of the areas I mentioned. He asked me to lie down under the covers facing down once he stepped out. I smiled and said that was not necessary. I pulled my thong off me to show him my naked body as I got up on the table and lay down under the cover. I was hoping that will get me the rock hard salute I needed from under his slacks. Andrew just continued covering me, setting warm blankets, adjusting music volume, asking if I was comfortable etc. Still no mention about how beautiful I was or any flirty comment.
I had booked a 90 minute session as I wanted to have fun assuming he will go for it. First 15 minutes of massage was heavenly. He had strong but gentle hands. He ran his hands all over my back, shoulders and neck area. His hands got close to my ass and side of the boobs but never touched them. Just like professionals do! I so wanted his hands to touch the forbidden areas of my body. 15 minutes of that, he covered my top and moved the covers off my legs that ended just below my ass. I was so tingly with anticipation hoping he left the covers just high enough to see my pussy. I was not sure.
Andrew started massaging my legs and calves and thighs and after 2 minutes started to focus on the hamstring/thigh area. If I could cum by a guys touch, that would have been the moment. I opened my legs a little bit to give him better access to the inside of my thighs. I was also hoping that he may now see my pussy. But Andrew stayed on the side and kept working and got close but never close enough to touch me where I wanted to be touched. 10 minutes of this agony and nothing.
Andrew continued to do his job but knowing I needed him, in the middle of the massage, I pulled the covers off my back to expose my ass and asked him to massage my ass and lower back and thighs as one unit. Andrew still stayed professional and continued working on me as I lay naked. His hands did touch my tight ass but he approached it as a massage opportunity only. God was he a saint or gay I wondered?