Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 1

... experienced many of the wonderful things she could do with her hands and tongue.

Remembering those hot moments made me even more hornier. Perhaps she wasn’t being entirely truthful? I began to picture her with her clients.

My imagination conjured up a scene where an older female client would sit on the table, legs spread, while Summer knelt before her, face deep in her crotch, eagerly tonguing her pussy.

Another image floated in my head, one where Robert would have her bent over the massage table, taking her from behind. I imagined the wet sounds of bodies slapping together, mixed with her moaning.

“Oh god, what am I thinking,” I asked myself as I realised I was getting soaking wet .

I found myself having to lean over the large man again to reach his neck. Distracted by my overeager imagination, I accidentally leaned into close. As my hands moved upwards over his body towards his shoulders, so did my upper body. My breasts tightly pressed against him. I bit my lower lip in pleasure as my hard nipples, poking out from my top, slid across his chest.

This got a very noticeable and unmistakable response of sexual pleasure out of him. He let out a groan of pleasure and I noticed the outline of his thick erection throb against the underwear, as if trying to get free.

I finally allowed myself to have a better look at it. Luckily with the towel on his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to tell. It was thick and long and kept throbbing strongly through his already too ...

... tight underwear.

I smiled to myself, very much enjoying his reaction. Maybe a real massage therapist would ignore it or be horrified and send the client away. This was not the case for me. I had no professional credibility at line or anything like that. He was definitely liking it and I found the whole situation very titillating. The wetness in my panties was a clear indication.

I continued to tease him, wanting to see what other reactions I could coax out of him.

I focused on his upper body, making my touch more sensual. I would slide my thumbs over his nipples as I massaged his chest and often oh-so-accidentally rubbed my chest against him.

The sounds of pleasure coming from him and the sight of his cock jumping in his underwear made me so wet.

As my touches grew more brazen and sexual, I would lean in closer to his ears and breathe heavily. I would let out tiny grunts of exertion, as I intensely massaged him, almost sounding like moans of pleasure of my own.

The effect was visible. Not only was his cock now constantly throbbing and his moans more audible, but I also noticed his hands grasping the edge of the massage bed. He was trying his best to hide his excitement.

If I was being honest, I had to hide my own excitement. It was good that he had the towel on his eyes, so he couldn’t see my flushed face and my hard nipples poking through my top, which was now somewhat transparent due to the massage oil stains on it.

Growing incredibly horny and drawing ...