Isabella continued to rub herself over her leggings as she drove, a little too slow, to her massage appointment. Her nerves buzzing and alive remembering her experiences in the office with Ethan and Amy, she felt an orgasm build between her legs. She stopped herself, suddenly scared her masseuse may know if she came just before their meeting. Now her nipples ached in her top, wanting to be pinched. Her knees shook, wanting hands to trace her inner thighs and stroke her pussy. Her right hand moved towards her shaking thigh and she dragged her fingertips up her leg stopping just before her wet pussy. She knew she should stop touching before her wetness spread and seeped through her leggings. Instead, she tapped the steering wheel and turned up the radio, willing herself to be distracted from her horny desires.
Lately, Isabella had been frustrated with her body. It seemed that since her office encounter, she had developed an insatiable desire for sexual pleasure. Before, she enjoyed masturbating about once a week and sometimes watching porn; she had boyfriends in the past and enjoyed having sex, giving blowjobs, and especially having her pussy licked. More recently, her needs had been augmented. She developed a near constant urgency for orgasm. After the first orgasm in her office, she promised herself she would never touch herself at the office again, but she could not stop. She found herself hiding in the bathroom for a morning cum. She rubbed herself against the arm of her office chair when she was alone. She even managed to secretly rub herself at a meeting with her boss. As Isabella's frustration towards her body grew, so did her need to be touched and pleasured.
Finally, she arrived two minutes late to her appointment. She looked down as she turned her car off. She saw her nipples still hard from the touching and to her horror, her wetness had spread through her leggings. She frowned at the little wet spot between her legs, hoping nobody would notice. She took a deep breath and rushed out of her car.
As she entered the building, he was sitting behind a desk reviewing his appointments list and taking notes. He looked up as she entered the room and his straight dark hair fell over his eyes. He brushed it away and she stood a moment in awe. His hair was the colour of her morning coffee, he had thick eyebrows, a sharp jaw, big hands, and gentle eyes. Butterflies flew around her stomach, she knew she would be desperate to cum by the end of this encounter.
"Isabella?" he spoke in a deep and velvety voice.
"Hi, um yes. I am here for the 9 am spot. I have never been here before," she spoke with anxiety. She suddenly felt very hot in her t-shirt and leggings. She pulled at the neck of her shirt, it was hard to breathe.
He smiled at her discomfort and he looked her up and down. He could see her nipples through her t-shirt and the outline of a wet spot between her legs. He knew he would enjoy this appointment.
"You're late so I'll have to take you back right now." He said. Then without hesitation, he began walking towards the appointment rooms, beckoning Isabella to follow suit.
Isabella nodded and took a deep breath.
As she approached him, he placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her towards the room, admiring her round bum as she walked.
His hand felt steady on Isabella's timid body.
"My name is Damien by the way, and I will be pleased to help you with your areas of tension today." His voice was as steady as his hands. He opened the room door and motioned her forward, she wandered in.
The room was very hot and dimly lit.
"This room is very hot." Isabella said, wanting to peel off her suffocating clothing.
"Of course it is, I would not want you to be cold when you are naked and on the table," Damien replied matter-of-factly. Isabella blushed and her arousal grew. She enjoyed the idea of laying naked on the table.
She looked around the room. The room was small and candlelit. The massage table looked fairly standard sitting centered against the back wall. A set of large hooks were secured against the far wall and a large dominating wooden chest sat to her right. A small roller stool was parked to the left of the bed.
"Please undress," Damien ordered in a low velvet voice.
Isabella's heart raced. She had not imagined undressing in front of him.
"Go on," he said, hoping she would peel that dampening t-shirt off of her large breasts.
His gentle and commanding tone was so fucking hot. She was frozen in front of him, a layer of sweat suddenly covering her body.
"Do you have any questions or concerns Miss Bella?"
"I am... too shy to undress in front of you," Isabella spoke. Privately, she wanted nothing more than to undress in front of him and beg him to lick her wetness.
"Here, there is no need to be embarrassed. I need you to undress in front of me so I can assess the points of tension in your body. It is my job to make you feel better, and I take that very seriously." His eyes were soft, but his voice was serious as he spoke. "I need you to be a good girl and show me everything."
Again, her arousal intensified as he spoke. She could feel her clit pulsating beneath her. She enjoyed his unwavering gaze and dominating voice.
"Take off your clothes now." His tone was calm and dominating. He sat in the chair observing her hourglass figure as she squirmed, he tried not to smile.
Isabella started with her t-shirt pulling it up and over her head in one motion. Her nipples were now painfully hard and poking out from her bralette. Damien's gaze shifted to her full breasts and he wondered how such a small bralette held such swollen breasts.
