Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 13

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“Sorry to keep you waiting madam, a Full Massage with a Happy Ending isn’t it?”

“Yes please.” I said as I realised that it was a man that was going to give me the massage and not a woman and I felt a little tingle in my pussy.

“It will be my pleasure madam.”

I felt a little towel being placed over my bare butt and almost laughed as I thought how pointless that was.

Then the massage started, complete with warm oils, at it felt amazing. I thought,

“Sorry Dylan, your massages are amazing but this goes to a whole new level.”

The guy worked on everything from my fingers right down to my toes. When he got to my butt he even asked if I’d mind if he removed the towel. When he was massaging my butt and upper thighs his fingers brushed along my slit which caused me to moan a little and I spread my legs a little, subconsciously giving him better access to my pussy but other than his, probably, accidental touching of my slit he ignored my pussy.

Then he asked me to turn over and as I did I so hoped that he would massage my tits and pussy. I got a little disappointed when he placed the little towel over my hips and slit.

This time he started massaging my feet and again I subconsciously spread my legs. When he was stood at my feet I knew that her could see my slightly spread pussy and I felt it get a little wetter and tingle a little more.

Again, when he was massaging my thighs he accidentally, I think, touched my pussy lips. I was disappointed when he ...

... moved to my head and started on my fingers.

Slowly, he worked up my arms and massaged my shoulders from the front.

Then it happened, his hands moved to the sides of my little tits, then all around them. He was taking so long that I started to think that he wasn’t going to move to the main part of my tits and my nipples. I resigned myself to no actual tit caressing as his hands slid down my ribs and he spent ages massaging my abdomen, only slightly knocking the towel a little lower on my torso.

Just as I thought that the massage was over, the man said,

“It was a massage with a happy ending wasn’t it madam?”

“Yes.” The maybe happy replied.

I was happy because it had been an amazing massage, but unhappy because he hadn’t properly touched my tits nor my pussy, unlike Dylan who makes me cum every time.

I’d opened my eyes and was about to sit up when I saw the man put some more of that oil on the palms of his hands. A little puzzled, I just lay there wondering what the man was doing.

Then it happened, the man’s hands moved to my tits and he massaged them, caressed them, needed them and pressed them into little cones. My nipples had already been hard but they started to throb a little as the man started working on them and areolae.

Wow, I put him in the same league as Dylan, although this man didn’t make me cum just by manipulating my nipples unlike Dylan who had made me cum a few times by doing just that.

I was moaning and breathing heavily when his ...