It's been exactly four days, sixteen hours, and twenty-eight minutes since I last seen Mr. Craven. Just thinking about the time we spent fucking in my office makes my blood heat and my pussy quiver. It took a whole day to get the smell of booty, dick, and pussy out of my office. A smile crossed my face at that thought as well as a memory of the smell that lingered in my office for days.
I parked my candy apple red jag in the front of Madame Feel Good's shop for my weekly massage. God knows after the workout Craven gave my body, I need it. I open the door and nod to Lois, the gray haired reception as I sign. She tells me my regular room is ready, undress and Madame will be right in. I enter the semi dark space. Madame Feel Good was all about the mood to calm the body and soothe the soul. I could already feel my body relaxing as I undressed and set my clothes on the chair.
Before laying on the table I look at my reflection in the mirror. There had never been mirrors in here before, must be new. There were mirrors on each wall and on the ceiling but none of that bothered me as I stood looking at myself. I am 37 years old. My body was still a work of art. I took my palm and rubbed it across my nipples sending tingling sensations down to my core. My cinnamon colored areolas were the size of quarters. Holding my tits in my hand, I realized they were as perfect as two coconuts, firm...round. My hands roamed over my hip and settle between my thighs. I bit down on my lip wondering if I had time for some quick play.
I laid down on the table and spread my legs apart as I slid my hand back between my legs and began stroking my clit. I missed this, needed this. Craven woke up something in me and I couldn't satisfy it. I used my other hand to pinch and squeeze my nipple as I continued to rub my clit, picking up the pace, I began rocking my hips against my hand as I inserted two fingers a deep into my pussy as I could get them. Using my thumb to rub my clit and my fingers diving in and out my pussy as I squeezed my nipples. I could feel the pressure begin to build. I was getting close to release when there was a knock on the door. SHIT! I turned over and called come in, hoping Madame wouldn't smell the evidence of my little playtime.