Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 2

... knead her lower back. Seeing that cute little butt of hers up close, made me reconsider. Perhaps a little bit wouldn’t hurt? I would ask for permission before, of course. Besides, she was vocal enough to tell me if she didn’t like something.

“So… how much of your lower back do you want massaged? Would you like me to go lower?” I asked, a bit hesitant, as I worked the area just above her hips.

“Lower?” she asked.

“Well… I mean-” I started, but she cut me off before I could continue.

“If you are asking if I want my butt massaged, then yes. I would like that.” she replied in a casual tone.

“...please.” she added in a more quiet, sultry voice.

“Oh she is just the cutest!” I thought to myself. Was that a little crack in that confident, reserved demeanour of hers?

I started to massage her cute soft butt and upper thighs. Alexandra was clearly enjoying it, judging from the soft sighs coming from her. In just moments, as I kept kneading that lovely butt of hers, I felt my resolve to keep things professional melt away. I wanted to tease more out of her. To make her moan in ecstasy, see her cute reactions and much more…

I focused intensely on her ass now. My hands moved more brazenly, parting her butt cheeks with my thumbs as I moved upwards. The sudden movements exposed her cute little butthole to me and prompted a gasp of joy to escape her lips.

“Is this okay?” I asked without stopping.

“Nngh… yes, it’s… very intense…” she said, sounding a bit shaken ...

... but obviously enjoying it.

I continued in the same manner, letting my movements grow more sensual. I would be gentle for a while and then suddenly increase the pressure, dig my fingers deep into her supple butt. My fingers would now occasionally graze her butthole as I continued my caress. She would moan or whimper in pleasure each time.

My own arousal was also growing by the minute as evidenced by damp feeling in my panties. I started to rub my thighs together, wishing I could touch myself.

Again I reminded myself that actual massage therapists don’t do this.That what I was doing wasn’t professional. But it seemed like less of an argument with each passing minute. I was not a professional and we were both enjoying ourselves a great deal.

“Are you enjoying this? Should I continue?” I asked again, just to be sure.

“Mmm… yes, your hands feel so good.” she replied in her cute voice.

I continued for a time and after I had finished working on her butt and I moved to work on her legs. She then suddenly started to sit up.

“Sorry, but I’m not too comfortable being on my front for such a long time,” she apologised for interrupting my massage of her lower thighs.

“Could you do my front now?”

“Of course, of course!” I said in a friendly tone. “I’m here to make you feel good, after all.”

When she started to settle on her back, I noticed that her face was suddenly flushed.

“Everything alright? Are you liking the massage?” I asked.

“Mmm, yes. I really am, ...