The Right Touch (Threesome, MMF, Bi-sexual, First - Sex Stories

The Right Touch (Threesome, MMF, Bi-sexual, First

I wanted to get a massage for some time and picked Liz's ad at random out of the local newspaper. I called and talked to her about her hours and the fee. After a bit of chatting I made an appointment for the following week. Liz was easy to talk to and was a bit of a flirt over the phone. I got the directions to the spa from her and told her I was looking forward to next week. When I arrived at the spa for my appointment I was really disappointed at the condition of the place and began to wonder about my decision. I told the very attractive receptionist my name and what I was there for and she told me that Liz would be out in a minute and to have a seat. I sat down on one of the worn out chairs and looked around the place. In the back several very hot looking stylists were cutting hair and chatting away. The salon's décor was right out of the fifties and there was a faint smell of something chemical in the air. The place definitely needed a paint job and some remodeling. It was a very depressing place. I was drifting into a funk when I heard my name being called. I looked up and the first thing I saw was the biggest set of tits I'd ever seen. I looked up farther and was met with a gorgeous smile and huge brown eyes. I got out of my chair and started walking toward her. Liz extended her hand and introduced herself. As I held her hand, all I could do was smile back at her. Liz is tall, about five eight and has an hourglass figure that helps to make her tits look bigger. The ...

... white tank top she was wearing under the loose-fitting lab coat didn't cover much. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin material even though she was wearing a bra. I tried very hard to keep my eyes focused on hers, but it was a losing battle. My eyes kept drifting back to her chest as we stood there. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like Liz enjoyed me staring at her tits. She tugged my hand and suggested we head back to the massage room. Once in the massage room, Liz took my coat and hung it in a closet. As she asked me the standard questions about aches and pains, she lit some candles and turned on some mood music. As she moved about the room, I couldn't take my eyes away from her tits. Finally, after asking all her questions and getting everything arranged, she turned and put her hands on her hips and asked, "Ready to get started?" Standing that way her tits were thrust forward and her top had shifted to the point that her nipples were almost exposed. Liz was smiling impishly at me and said, "Time for you to get undressed." She told me where to hang my clothes and said that she preferred that I be nude for the massage, but that decision was up to me. She instructed me to lie on my stomach once undressed and pull the sheet over me and relax. Then she dimmed the lights and said she would be back in a minute or two. As the door closed I began to undress. As I undressed, I kept thinking about Liz's comment about preferring that I be nude for the massage. As I thought ...