Through the steamy clouds you emerged and stood outside the stall with beads of water dripping from your corpulent frame. Looking at me you gave a barely perceivable nod to your head that beckons me forward.
I walked towards you naked with a large pile of warm thick towels in my hand. I then began to meticulously dry you. Gently patting your hair to get the excess water removed I turn my attention next to your shoulder blades. Each arm also is dried with loving care and efficiency.
I slipped the towel between your full heavy buttocks and get each drop of moisture. My hands quivered as I caressed your full figured body with the towel. After drying your magnificent thighs you moved to the bench by the wall and sat on the warmed towel that I placed there.
You settled on the bench and spread your thighs widely so I could finish the drying process. Gingerly I dried your face as you gazed at me with your sparkling emerald eyes and murmured how well you were enjoying the attention. My heart beat a little faster as I continued drying your breast and watched as each nipple hardened under my gentle handiwork.
Kneeling before your pussy I paused to look. You opened your thighs even further, a playful tease. I wanted to plunge my face directly into your inviting cunt, but controlling myself I returned to the task at hand drying the rounded wonderfulness of your belly. This was done slowly I wanted to savor every moment of this devotion. I felt the roundness under the thick towel and became more enthralled with your erotic charms. Yet the temple of your pussy calls for my attention.
I dried each thigh and worked down each leg stroking each heavy calf in turn. I focused on each toe individually and you rewarded me with a rubbing of my awakening penis. I had to stop, such was the pleasure, as you tickled by balls with your right foot and used your left sole to slowly excite my dick. It was torture because there was so much more to do.
You giggled and ordered me to dry your exposed pussy. Without delay I complied drying your beautiful Mon and dark pubic hair. I smelt your sex and it was having the effect of enslaving me more to my BBW Goddess. I only wished to serve you well and please as best I can.
“I think that’s enough for now.” You announced and this ended the first part of tonight’s session. Rising to your feet you tug on my erect penis and lead me to the next room holding my tight scrotum in your hand.
You lead me down the corridor to our next destination. In contrast to the white tile of the bathroom this room is a hall of mirrors. They line the walls and are on the ceiling. All the lighting is indirect; so despite the reflecting surfaces the glare is at a minimum.
I wait quietly at your side as you take a comb off the table and begin to comb your still wet hair. Finishing that you climb upon the masseuse table positioned in the center of the room and lie on your belly. “You can start now!” you command.
I surveyed your regal form as I pour the unguent into the palm of my hand. Slowly applying the thick heavy scented oil I worked a generous amount in the space between your shoulder blades. At first the motion is slow as the heat of my hands and your skin warms the oil. You bend your neck so I can massage it better and soon your daily tension is released.
Working down your right arm I deeply rub the deltoid enjoying the feel of your heavy flesh. As I continued my tactile worship you gazed at the mirrored wall and can see my cock is rigid and throbbing. Your eyes surveyed my body…thin,..6 foot 2 inches…my uncircumcised erection waving in the air awaits the opportunity to complete the ritual of total worship.
My hands tremble as I continue the work. I also watch. The mirrors afford me a splendid chance to feast my eyes on your wonderfully plump body. You are so delicious. I marvel at your wide hips as I applied more oil to their broad expanse. I do not neglect any part of your skin as I skillfully massage the fat, heavy buttocks.
