The Massage 2044

I'd been banging this chick at work, but I'd been offered a "promotion" to a larger office. I was going to have to break it to her, but I wanted to keep seeing her - she's been over to my house and screwed me and my room mates.

I figured I should tell her, so when I had a spare minute, I went to her desk.

She looked up at me, sort of expectantly.

"I'm leaving," I said.

"Leaving?" she asked. "Going where?"

"I'm getting a promotion. Bigger customer across town."

"Huh," she said. "Congratulations."

She seemed disappointed.

"I'm here until the end of the week, and they're sending over a new guy so I can show him the ropes."

"Well," she leaned towards me and said quietly, "as long as you only show him the ropes he needs to do his job here. I don't want anything else getting shown to him."

"Oh no," I said, leaning closer to her too. "I'm not going to cause you any problems. If we can, I'd like to stay in touch."

"Sure," she said.

"On that note, I was going to invite you over - tonight, if you're free."

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Kyle's a masseur."

"Uh huh," she said, "and that's not just an excuse to get me over to have sex?"

"Well, you know we loved that, but he really is a masseur. I'm sure you'd enjoy a good, free, massage."

"Free as in 'no expectations'?"

I grinned, knowing she knew I'd hoped to have some fun.

"OK," she said, "it's a date. I'll come over on my way home."

"We can even get a pizza and beer or something."

"I'll be driving, so no beer for me," she said, "but you do whatever you'd like. Do you need me to get anything?"

"Nah, we'll order in. Anyway, better go - I'll see you later."

I left her to finish her day and went back to work. I called Kyle to let him know we were on, and I bolted out the door as soon as I could at the end of the day. I headed home to get things a little tidied up while Kyle got his massage table set up in the living room so we could watch.

I watched out the window, and when she knocked on the door, I immediately opened it.

"Come in," I said.

She looked doubtfully at Kyle's table, with a towel on it.

"Aren't we going to go somewhere, um, a little more private?" she asked.

"They wanted to watch," Kyle said.

She shrugged.

"I promised you pizza," I said. "What would you like?"

"Hawaiian?" she suggested. "That's pretty inoffensive, nobody dislikes ham or pineapple."

"OK," I said, "but we get really shitty service, so it'll probably be an hour or so."

"That's fine," said Kyle, "if you order it now, I'm sure we'll be done before it arrives."

I went and ordered the pizza.

When I came back, she was standing in her underwear next to the massage table and Stan was holding her phone.

"Is that OK?" she asked Kyle.

He nodded, and held the towel on the table up. She climbed onto the table, face down into the hole, and Kyle covered from high on her back to her knees with the towel. He started rubbing her shoulders, working around her bra straps.

"Can we take this off?" he said. "Then I'll be able to use some oil without worrying about ruining it."

She nodded, lifting herself to her elbows to unhook and unclasp it, then take it off and lay back down. Kyle folded the towel down to expose her back and poured some oil in his hands and rubbed them together to warm it up.

He worked on her shoulders, then down her back.

One at a time he lifted her arms from her sides and worked down to my fingertips. We could see sideboob.

"I'm going to do your legs now," he said. "Do you want to take your panties off so they don't get oil on them?"

"Sure," she mumbled, and I went and put my hands under the towel and with her help pulled them down and off.

Kyle folded the towel up to uncover her legs - it was only covering her ass now. He started on her feet and slowly worked his way up her legs.

He worked his way up her thighs and she moved her legs apart further to let him.

His hands went under the towel and he stroked and kneaded her ass.

"Do you want to turn over?" he asked, and she mumbled.

He held the towel up on one side, and she turned over onto her back. Her tits settled, flatter on her chest. He held the towel up for a few seconds longer, looking at her lying there with her eyes closed.

He lowered the towel over her pussy, leaving her tits on display, and went and started at her feet again.

He went up her legs, up her sides to her shoulders and neck.

He was standing by her head and lifted her arms up again, working on the muscles above her tits down into her armpits. She squirmed a little and he moved on to her arms from the shoulder to the finger tips.

When he finished on her fingertips, he let go of her hands and she left them, hanging over her head by his sides, and she was stroking the sides of his ass.

He moved his hands down to her tits and started massaging around her tits. He kept stroking, leaning forward as he worked his way down her stomach.

He worked back up, circled her nipples then he went down to her waist again. Her nipples were hard, sticking out proudly from her tits.

I saw her reach in and undo his zipper. She started fiddling with the button but he undid it, dropping his shorts and underwear down.

His cock flopped out, already hard, and landed on her face. She grabbed it and shuffled up the table so her head was hanging over the edge.

She rubbed his dick around her face, then moved her head to the side and put it in her mouth.

He started pulling back about two inches before pushing it back in.

She reached around behind him and stroked his balls, putting the other hand on his hip.

As she sucked his dick, getting it into her throat, I went and pulled the towel away. I bent over and lined myself up with her pussy, sticking my tongue out to lick her clit. I gently nudged her thighs apart so I could lick further down and went to work.

It didn't take very long until she was humping her hips up to meet me, setting the rhythm and timing. She was soon shuddering away and I slowed my licking.

At the edge of my sight I could see Kyle had stopped fucking her face, and stood there as I could hear her as she huffed and puffed through her nose.

I kept licking her pussy, and I saw Kyle start pumping his dick into her throat again, and it wasn't long until he was holding himself pressed against her face, groaning. It was pretty obvious that he was cumming into her.

I straightened up and quickly dropped my pants as Kyle pulled his dick out of her mouth. Kyle shuffled away and I went around to replace him at her head.

I bent down and kissed her on the forehead, then she took hold of my dick and pulled it to her mouth.

Her hands went around me, pulling me into her face until my balls were up against her nose and my dick was in her throat, it clutching at me as she swallowed around it. I bent forward so I could suck one stiff nipple while I played with the other with my hand, plucking at it.

Kyle bent over to lick her pussy again, and I stood up again to watch him, my hands playing with her tits as I let her guide my rhythm fucking her face.

Sue's really good at sucking dick, and she really seems to enjoy it, so it wasn't long until I could feel my balls tightening up. I pushed into her throat and started cumming.

I held my dick there, in her throat, and watched her grinding against Kyle's mouth, cumming again herself.

I felt her relax and pulled my cock out of her mouth. Stan was there, already naked from the waist down and ready to go. I moved aside and he pretty much jammed his dick into her mouth, pointing her phone down at her.

He was cumming almost immediately and she started coughing and sneezing his cum out of her nose as he backed away from her.

I went and helped her sit up, then got her a glass of water and a washcloth to clean her face.

I pulled my pants back on while she tidied herself up, then helped her stand.

She went over to her clothes on the chair and right then there was a knock at the door.

"That'll be the pizza," Stan said.

"Is it a guy?" she asked.

Stan stopped by the door, not opening it, and looked out of the peep hole.

"Uh huh."

"Let me open it," she said dropping her bra.

"Just a second," she called to the door, loudly.

She went and took the money from Stan, waving him towards the sofa. He sat down, pointing the phone at her and she opened the door wide, naked.

"Hi!"

The pizza guy just stood there, frozen, staring at her. She took the pizza and pushed the cash into his hand.

"Thanks, bye!" she said and closed the door.

We were laughing, really cracking up at the ridiculous expression on the guy's face. Well, other than Kyle, who just looked stunned.

"Gentlemen," she said, "that is how you get better pizza delivery."

"He'll tell everybody there, and they'll fight to deliver our pizza from now on," I said.

We sat in our usual places and Sue sat on the floor cross legged, in front of the table. I brought Sue a Coke, and beer for the rest of us. We ate pizza and looked at Stan's pictures on her phone.

"What do you do with these pictures?" Stan asked. "If you always take them, haven't you filled your phone?"

"I move them to our desktop at home," she said, "and I purge them from my phone and the web, just in case."

"I'd like to see your pictures," I said. Kyle nodded.

"I'll think about it," she said, looking perhaps a little embarrassed.

We'd run out of pizza and pictures to look at, and Sue got up.

"I figured it's time to be going," she said, starting to pick up clothes.

"Can I still message you?" I asked her.

She came over to me in just her panties. She kissed me long and passionately.

"You can message me any time."

When she was dressed, she thanked Kyle. We all said no, thanked her.

I walked her out to her car. We hugged and I kissed her on the cheek, then she got into the car and left.