Who's Got the Remote? - Sex Stories

Who's Got the Remote?

... of the shower and bedrooms in various states of dress while we all get ourselves together.

We hop into a couple of cars and make our way to the Nordic spa. I love this experience: the mix of hot and cold, wet and dry and the variety of relaxation methods make for a perfect day. I just did the cycle throughout the day but some of the crew got massages, manicures and facials.

On the way home, we're chatting and the driver jokingly asked the car if anyone had a happy ending. An explosion of giggles and a bunch of "no way, never!" came from nearly everyone. I piped up and said I think it would be so hot and am very curious how it would even be approached. I even said that I would love for my man to get one and this sent the girls into a frenzy.

No one can believe that I would want a masseuse to get him off, or anyone but me for that matter. I tell them that I have a fantasy about it and am about to get into it, but they fixate on how they could never imagine wanting this for their partners and the convo takes a turn.

I look out the window and think of him on a massage bed, eyes closed and completely relaxed. The masseuse standing at the head of the table, massaging his temples. She then starts working on his chest, her tits slightly brushing against his face. Moving down his body, to his torso and upper thighs, stretching along his body, her nipples get a little taught and caress his chest here and there through her shirt. As her body hovers over him, he gets just a ...

... faint scent of her pussy. His cock slowly gets hard and there's no way she can miss the outline of it under the sheet.

Still leaning over him, she runs her nails over the sheet along the top of his thighs and his cock rises. Pushing the envelope a little, she brings her hands in closer to his pelvis and when he moans, she takes it as an indication she can keep tempting him. He's taking deeper breaths in through his nose, trying to inhale as much as he can. The smell of pussy is something he can't get enough of and can tell she's getting turned on.

Through the sheet, she begins trailing her fingertips along his pelvic bone, making her way just millimeters away from the base of his cock. She moves to the inside of his thighs and pauses where she can tell his balls are resting. Taking a moment to pause, she repositions herself so that she's now standing more to his left than at the top of the table. His arms are resting on top of the sheet, palms up and as she leans over the table, the tip of his thumb presses between her legs. He doesn't move his hand or thumb and she doesn't move away from him. With both of her hands she starts giving the tops of his thighs a good rub. His cock is now standing at near full attention and there's a small wet spot on the sheet where the head has rubbed against it.

She begins alternating with her hands, one lightly uses her nails, the other grips his shaft through the sheet. While she does this, she slowly grinds herself against his thumb ...