A Massage for Renate - Sex Stories

A Massage for Renate

... fuck as long as I didn't rush it and took my time using my erotic massage skills to seduce my sweet, petite, German client. As I looked at her body beneath me with her long red hair flowing to the side onto the pillow under her head I couldn't help but think just how beautiful she was. I knew I had already massaged some very beautiful women in my new job but Renate was more than beautiful, she was exquisite in every detail. Moving to sit on her calves I started to massage her back, placing both hands either side of her spine with my thumbs together in the middle meeting on her vertebra. Then using long strokes all the way up her back until I reached her neck before lifting my hands clear and replacing them just above the towel, the top of which was just above her buttocks and then doing the same again, I felt more and more tension melting away from her and heard the soft little moans that told me she was sinking deeper and deep into the realms of exotic massage. With each forward stroke my lower stomach rubbed against her buttocks, very slightly at first but with increasing levels of contact sitting back on her heels with my backward movements so she could feel my balls and cock for certain. If she was going to complain now was when she would do so but she didn't. To confirm this I asked her if she was comfortable and enjoying the massage. "I will stop if you are not enjoying any part of this." I said tying to keep her reassured that she was ultimately in control but of ...

... course control was slowly slipping away from her to me. "No, no please it is very nice and relaxing." She replied. The ordinary business-like massage was gradually moving into the erotic massage territory and as long as I didn't rush things and continued with my softly, softly approach I felt I was on course to fuck Renate but it would take time and application. I wanted to dispel the business-like persona that had become her normal everyday demeanour and bring out her rich naturally submissive femininity. Each time I thrust forward the towel moved a little higher up her thighs. I moved to her left hand side to start work on her thighs again and noticed that the towel had moved to reveal the lower cheeks of her arse and the pretty little pink thong she was wearing. I placed my hands on her right thigh reaching across the muscles and rolling them outwards and back again continuing this motion to exercise her thigh muscles and keep them relaxed, moving up along the back of her thigh and a little more under the towel. "Just relax, let all the tension drift and float away, just float into a peaceful sense of calm." I was saying, using my deep masculine tones, as the massage progressed to the soft strains of Shostakovich, "That's nice, now you are feeling lovely and very relaxed, just drift deeper and deeper into this wonderful relaxation as I massage you." Now I was thinking how therapeutic a thick length of manly cock, sinking all the way into her softness, would be for her but time ...