It was déja vu the following morning as my body welped in discomfort after pushing myself too hard again in last night's basketball game.
Truthfully, I knew exactly why I decided to stretch my athletic ambition and test my body's limits - I wanted to further explore the excitement and curiosity I experienced with David.
So many questions swirled in my head; would David even remember me? Would I have the courage to signal I'm interested in more? Would I make the first move? What would he do to me if I signaled acceptance? If David made his move, would I just submit to his sexual advances? Would I be interested in exploring David's body? What would I want to do? What would a cock taste like? What would cum taste like?
So many questions, so much curiosity, and now, so much excitement and anticipation building.
I called the sports massage studio and requested an appointment for later that afternoon with the assumption David would be available as my therapist.
Just making that call to schedule the appointment woke up my cock knowing what I was really wanting. I stripped down, closed my eyes and visualized our first massage. His strong hands, the smells, my knee stretched up to my chest exposing my ass, David's hands grazing my balls - every detail flushed through my salivating brain, which quickly had my shooting cum all over my sore body.
A thorough shower, a little lunch and sped to my appointment.
Embarrassment slapped quickly as I walked inside the door and the gorgeous receptionist remembered me with, "back again?"
Of course I immediately assumed David must have mentioned something, so I overtly stuttered, "oh yeah, gez - can you believe I was dumb enough to play basketball again last night? You would have thought I learned my lesson the first time, right?"
She smiled with a flirtatious response of, "well lucky for us - I'm sure another session will help. Morgan, right? Let's head back to room 5."
My nervousness just about exploded wondering if she knew I was really there to see David and feel those hands again.
As she led us down a thin, dark hallway - we passed the room where my last session was performed, which quickly had me wondering if David was going to be my therapist. I wasn't remotely willing to ask if David was going to be assigned to me, so at that point I just waited with anticipation as we situated in the last room down the hallway.
The receptionist dimmed the lights and told me to undress and get under the sheet. We traded smiles and she shut the door.
The room was cold with white noise as I undressed. My mind and body were quietly waiting to find out if David would return.
As I situated under the sheet and adjusted my face into the holder, a light knock at the door had my head jerk up to see who was entering.
To my pleasant surprise, it was David. Confetti exploded in my head with happiness as I nervously face planted back into the holster as David welcomed me with, "well that was quick, Morgan, don't tell me you hurt yourself? Was I too hard on you the other day?"
"Hello David, I'm an idiot and was back on the basketball court thinking I'm some athlete in shape. Our session was amazingly healing, which is why you were the first call I made when I woke up so sore. Maybe someday here I'll learn that I'm too old to play hoops any longer."
My nervousness kept my face planted as I spoke quickly and quietly.
As I heard his steps approach me, his hands lightly surveyed my body with, "Well you're in damn good shape, so maybe it'll just take some getting your body into basketball shape. Trust me, if you went out and swam a few miles, you're body would be even more knotted up - it just takes some adjustment time."
His hands ventured near my lower back as David asks, Same areas sore?"
"Yes - seriously do whatever you did last time", which was my subtle, yet bravest attempt to signal how much he turned me on last session.
"Will do, Morgan - please be vocal in what hurts and helps."
The lights got darker, the music went on and his strong hands were gripping my feet. As David went into the same routine of working on each leg one at a time, it's as if I held my breathe until he finally started pulling up the sheet to work on my right leg's hamstring.
I was such a mess inside with anticipation, the moment he crept up towards my buttocks area, my cock was already rock hard, which forced me to shift around a bit. As he further oiled my leg and worked up and down my hamstring, my cock's excitement had me unintentionally sending my hips and grinding into the table.
That unintentional humping motion must have delivered David's needed signal, as his hands began to venture into my inner thigh. David lightly used one hand to push my other leg, which was under the sheet, to expand and open up. Even though it was probably necessary in order to appropriately massage the full bare leg, boy did that send me spiraling as my legs were now somewhat spread apart.
While David paused to grab the oil, my body again unintentionally humped into the table as my hormones were firing with excitement. David's well oiled hands gripped my leg on the lower portion and began to slide up the leg towards the upper thigh. His grip slid all the way up to my sack and ended up into my lower ass area, which felt amazing. All this intensity had my cock oozing pre cum all over my stomach as my body continued to twist with enjoyment.
The oiled hands continued to slide up and down my legs as he would slow down in detail whenever he approached my sack and ass area. This went on for a few minutes and whenever he was lower on my leg closer to my knee, my hip thrusts would time a hump into the table. While still innocent, this was such an amazingly intense feeling as I still had no clue if David was going to further his slide into my sexual areas.
Sadly, just as I was hoping he would break the seal and take this massage to a sexual level, David slowly brought the sheet down my leg and shifted to the next leg.
My body and mind exhaled for a few seconds, but quickly found myself worked up as the identical build up mirrored itself as he worked the next leg up and down, while spreading my legs apart.
On the second leg, David did seemingly open up the sheet even further to expose more of my ass. His motions continued with intensity, as did my thrusts into the table. Without question there was a thick sexual tension in the air.
David stopped briefly, which brought our rhythm to a halt with him whispering into my ear, "Morgan, I'm going to work on your glutes while I have you on your stomach, are you okay with pulling up your sheet?"
All I could do was shake my head in agreement.
