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

Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 1

... confidence from his response to my touches, I decided to go even further.

I started to move the massage lower now. I slid my hands up down his sides to his thighs, skipping his underwear-covered pelvis and throbbing manhood.

“Someone’s gotten real excited.” I teasingly remarked as I moved past his cock at full mast and “accidentally” grazed it with my elbow.

“Uh, I’m really sorry…” he started to apologise.

“I was kind of daydreaming and uh,” he sounded mortified.

Whatever naughty things I imagined Summer doing with the clients, he was definitely not expecting it from me.

“It’s alright…” I smiled to myself and interrupted him. He was being quite the gentleman indeed.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take it as a compliment,” I calmed him with a carefree tone.

That seemed to both calm him and loosen him up a bit. He wasn’t trying to hide his pleasure so much anymore. He would moan and gasp more audibly, but still keep his hands to himself.

I massaged his legs, going up and down the inner thighs, reaching as high as high as to the edge of his underwear but never touching anything further. His throbbing cock was so close to my face now and looking at it turned me on even further. I decided that at the very least I need to see it.

“Your underwear,” I said, my heart thumping at the idea, “I might stain them with the massage oil at this rate.”

“Would you like me to remove them, so I could massage… the area?” I asked, trying to sound sensual.

“Yes! … ...

... please!” he answered quickly without hesitation.

I bit my lower lip, not believing what I was doing, but it was too late to stop now.

His dick jumped out like a spring as pulled down his trunks. It was hard, thick and grew even further upon being released from its confines. My sight traced a pulsating vein on his shaft down to his balls, which were large and full.

Without thinking, I climbed on to the large massage table and straddled myself on his legs. I needed a better… handle… at the situation.

He seemed to be pleasantly surprised by the move, even startled a bit.

“Is this okay? Are you comfortable?” I asked him.

“I can massage you much better this way I think.” I explained myself.

“Y-yes, it’s incredible. Please continue,” he answered needily.

I proceeded to slide my hands up all the way to his shoulders and then back down on to his thighs, my breasts and hard nipples sliding over his body.

I continued to move up and down like this for a while, drawing out constant grunts and moans of pleasure from him. As I moved upwards, I would continue to breathe heavily, make little cute noises of exertion and even a few unintended moans of pleasure of my own.

He was enjoying this so much, I would see his hands start to move to touch me, but he always stopped himself before. Occasionally his cock throbbed upwards high enough to slide between my breasts as I moved. I wondered if he would be able to come from just this alone. the way his dick was throbbing ...