Part 2 - My education about women, love and sex continues
I have a weekend I'll never forget
I suggest you read Part One before starting this story.
This is my second "adults only" fiction sex story.
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Jan and I left her massage school about 10pm on Friday night after a long, full day of me giving massages to one gorgeous female after another.
It was a 13 plus hour day and despite how it ended, me giving myself my own happy ending, it was exhausting.
My last client was Jan, the owner of the massage school and my master teacher.
After the flip, meaning when I finished the massage of her head, neck, shoulders, back, butt, thighs, calves, ankles and feet and rolled over on her back, I finished the massage in a non-sexual way but the heat between us had been building and well, she got naked and a bit bossy and following her direction, I ate her to two serious orgasms and then at her instruction, got up on the table and kneeling between spread her thighs, staring down at her pussy as she played with her nipples, my cock hard as steel, I jacked off, twice, spurting my very heavy loads onto Jan's glorious body from her chin to her belly.
That was one long sentence but now you know what really happened!
We retreated to our respective dressing rooms and met at the front door.
Jan turned on the alarm for the facility and locked the front door once we were outside; took my arm and she held me close as we walked in silence to her car, a large late model BMW.
Jan kissed me on the cheek, very chaste considering how intimate we had been and said, "You did well today."
I thanked her for taking the time to mentor me; after all it was a long day for her too.
She smiled and asked "Are you up for brunch on Sunday? I like to go to a place up in the mountains."
I nodded, wanting to spend more time with her. Naked or not. I liked her.
Plus there was the promise she made that we'd fuck. How soon I wasn't sure but I was sure it would happen. And when it did it would be nothing less than great.
She handed me her business card and said "My home address is on the back. Pick me up at 10. Dress for the country club."
And with that she smiled, said goodnight and drove off.
I went home and jacked off twice more that night, and once in the morning when I woke up.
Big loads, wet loads.
All I could think about was fucking that hot juicy Japanese pussy and playing with those magnificent tits.
That ass she had on her was to die for and I would love to get my hands on it, fully, for as long as I could.
I'd massage it of course, but I'd also kiss it, lick it, bite it, probe her rosebud, and maybe, if I was really lucky, plow her tight asshole.
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Through the week I'd been texting Rylee, the lady who does my hair because I was in need of a haircut, but I also wanted to demonstrate my newly gained massage skills.
She was the one that put the idea into my head that I could give massages.
Remember, we had known one another for a bit and were pretty open and friendly with one another.
And, there was a simmering attraction between us too but not so much that we would ever be more than casual friends.
So, after a few back and forth text messages, I finally got Rylee to commit to coming over to my house on Saturday afternoon because her live-in boyfriend was at a bachelor party up at South Shore Lake Tahoe.
She wanted to trade the massage for the haircut, but I knew Rylee needed the money, and I needed the practice.
My goal was to impress Rylee so that she would refer her female clients to me, and then introduce me to the other stylists in her salon.
Those ladies, after being thrilled with my massage techniques, I hoped would introduce me to their clients. You know, a friend of a friend.
Somewhere along the way I was hoping to get laid and maybe find someone to spend some time with.
Saturday morning, I spent some time in the gym and then got home and cleaned my place, not that I was a slob or anything.
But I wanted it to be clean for my special guest.
Rylee arrived at 2pm.
She got her massage.
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Rylee walked into my townhouse condo sort of leaning over and limping which is not a good sign.
She looked like she was in pain and she was, her neck, shoulder, back and butt were the culprits.
I was thinking I was just the guy to deal with those issues.
She had on a tee shirt, shorts and sandals. She never been this casually dressed before but then again, I had never seen her outside of the hair salon.
I sat her down on the sofa, wincing; tried to get her to sit down without experiencing any sharp pain and then once sitting, grimacing as she moved around trying
to get comfortable.
Just based on what she said, I knew that a massage would help but not all that much.
Heat and ice would help and so would some extra strength Tylenol.
And maybe some rest. Rylee took the two white painkillers.
I stepped into my twice the size of a postage stamp backyard and turned on the heater to my four-person in ground hot tub.
It was small and the water was warmed by the sun, so it would take just a few minutes before she could get in.
I was thinking ice, heat, pain killer, massage, rest.
In the meantime, I got Rylee as comfortable as possible on the sofa, with a flat ice pack on her lower back and a second that she sat on to help her butt muscles.
She pulled her hair up on top of her head and pulled something out of her purse and put her hair in a pony tail.
Rylee looked around and commented on the pictures I had on the walls.
"Who took those?" she asked and I responded that I was the culprit.
She smiled and told me how nice they looked and did I do photos of people.
I shook my head and said "Not since high school" and she replied to me that "I want to be your first subject. You're way too good not to take pictures of people."
I didn't resist and let the topic rest.
Little did I know Rylee already had something in mind as to how she was going to be dressed when I took those photos. Scantily if not naked.
We made small talk until the hot tub was warm enough for her to get in.
I was not trying to seduce her; she had a boyfriend after all.
But I got her laughing despite the pain and her eyes were smiling at me.
Rylee asked me how I knew what to do and I explained that playing basketball I was always hurt and so I had everything I needed so I could recuperate at home.
The sun was shining pretty brightly in the backyard so when the tub was ready, I hit the switch and the automated awning rolled out providing shade from the sun and from prying neighbors. I also turned on some music and with that, the hot tub was totally private.
I slowly pulled Rylee up, off the sofa and she put her hands around my neck and then I lifted her up and carried her, slowly, like a groom taking his bride across the threshold, outside to the now covered patio.
Rylee smiled and said "This is very nice Rick."
She kissed me on the cheek and then I set her down, again slowly.
My plan was to leave her here and let her get undressed and into the hot tub but Rylee needed help just to get undressed. She told me that it had taken her an hour to get her work clothes off and then this outfit on when she got home from the salon.
I asked "What can I do?" and she replied "Pull my tee shirt over my head" and, standing behind her, I reached down to her waist and pulled the yellow cloth up slowly, her back being revealed to me as I lifted.
Because I am taller than Rylee, I was able to lift the whole thing up over her head, leaving her standing in front of me with nothing on but her bra, her shorts and her panties.
"What else can I help you with?" I asked and her reply surprised me.
"I need for you to take my bra off" and then she laughed.
"You're serious?" I replied and she nodded saying "It hurts when I reach back to unstrap it. I probably never should have put one on."
Surprising myself, I couldn't resist and I leaned over and kissed her bare neck, something I thought I wouldn't do in a million years.
Rylee giggled and said "That feels very nice Jack" and so I did it again and at the same time I reached down her back to find the clasp on her bra.
I admit I fumbled a bit but she was a good sport about it.
My hands weren't shaking or anything; I just wasn't familiar with this kind of clasp.
I managed to get the job done and her bra fell off her shoulders and down her arms to the tile.
"Now what?" I asked and yes, my prayers were answered when she said "I need for you to pull my shorts and my panties off."
I kissed her neck again which caused goose bumps all over her body.
"Stop that!" Rylee laughed at me.
I knelt down and slowly, sensuously, reached into the waist band and pulled down both her shorts and her panties. It turns out the panties were actually the world's smallest thong and when the string got caught in her crack, I didn't just pull on it, I kissed her butt cheeks one at a time, then slowly, oh so slowly, pulled the string out and down.
"I like that Rick" she cooed at me in a soft voice.
"You like getting your assed kissed?" I queried and she replied "All day long I kiss ass, so when it happens to me, I like it."
I kissed her ass again, this time with a little tongue on both cheeks and she laughed. I could get used to this, and so could she, I thought.
"You like that?" I asked rhetorically.
"I like it when you kiss me Rick because I know you like me."
I didn't reply.
The end result was a completely naked Rylee standing with her back to me.
She had a very fine, young, firm body, with nice curves and toned muscles all the way from her shoulders to her calves.
Rylee also had an all over tan, which meant she was out at the pool naked at least some of the time.
Taking it all in, I exhaled and held my hands down trying to avoid the temptation of bringing them up to her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and sticking my tongue up her ass.
Instead I reached to her feet as she stepped out of her shorts and panties and with me still behind her, Rylee gracefully went down the two steps into the bubbling steamy water in the hot tub.
I was hard, how could I not be (?) and being the gentleman I am, I picked up her shorts, panties, bra and tee shirt and hung them on one of the patio chairs nearby.
As much as I wanted to, I did not check to see her bra size.
I also hoped she didn't see the tent in my pants.
