This story is for a friend who inspired this story, hope you like it as much as I did writing it! Constructive feedback is always appreciated.
You come in for a massage and thorough pampering and ask for me by name as you smile at the receptionist.
"Is Jay in?"
"He's expecting you, Ms. Erin."
She ushers you in promptly as I've cleared my schedule for you. Your eyes light up when you see me in the large room standing next to a padded mat. I smile back
"I've looked forward to this all week; you're simply captivating."
You undress and grab a towel to wrap around yourself, turning around so I can feast on your lovely form.
"Really? I couldn't tell."
You look over your bare shoulder at me and wink, wiggling your voluptuous ass. I suck back some drool as I realize I'm slipping into a trance.
"You always do that to me, Erin, best wiggle in the town! Just go over there and have a seat."
I get the collection of fragrant oils from the cabinet as you take a seat on the massage mat, and lie face down. I start by rubbing soothing peppermint oil into your skin and immediately feel the tension in your body as my hands caress your back and shoulders
"Looks like you need one of my patented full-service massages."
You moan as my hands glide down the delicious small of your back to work and knead the inebriating globes of your sweet ass and round hips, working my hands down and up your unbelievably sexy legs and feet. Messaging your toes one-by-one, I detect the subtle muskiness of your arousal and my ever-hard manhood throbs in my pants
"Oh God! you're amazing, you really know how to pamper a girl. Keep it up."
I smile at the unintentional joke as I work my way back up your oily, smooth legs. Reaching the top of your thighs, I help part your thighs a bit and bend down to inspect your puffy pussy and your hot little asshole. Your slit is dripping and enflamed as I lift the hem of your towel and blow on your excited holes, making you shiver a bit. Then I reach between your legs and start caressing your overheated seam. Up and down, my finger forges its way through your steamy lips, parting them and massaging each between my fingers. Your breath catches and you innocently ask:
"Mmm... is this a new technique you're trying?"
"This is the special massage I save for my favorite customers. You'd be surprised how tense this area gets; its muscles are constantly flexed and they get overworked like any muscle."
"UNG, don't stop!"