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I like to go for massages. Admittedly, I’ve had an occasional sexual massage fantasy probably from having seen a massage sex porn video. But I never received anything beyond a professional, therapeutic massage. Until I got a massage from Sweetness.She walked me to a private room. It was candlelit with a big mirror on the wall.”Undress and lay on the table,” Sweetness said. She was Asian, but not as skinny as the average Asian woman I’d known. In fact, she had fantastic curves. Wearing a low cut top that revealed ample cleavage and short skirt that hugged her round butt, I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement.She stepped out and I started undressing. When I released my penis from the boxer-briefs that had held them all day, I noticed my excitement had filled my penis enough for it to look its full sized and still hang without appearing aroused. It was exactly the way you’d want a beautiful girl like Sweetness to first see it.For a moment, I considered waiting until Sweetness entered to lay down to show off. But that would be inappropriate.I looked at the table. It was prepped and clean, but it didn’t have a sheet for me to slide under like a spa’s massage table normally has. There was a small towel folded in an artistic, 3-dimensional way. Was I supposed to put that over myself? Maybe I was just supposed to lie down and let Sweetness cover me.Suddenly, the door opened.Sweetness walked in and I was still standing there in all my glory. She looked, but showed no reaction. Putting a hand on my back, she guided me to the table.I laid down, peeking at the beautiful woman who was about to massage me in the mirror. Most masseuses I had were a little overweight. But otele gelen escort Sweetness had a great body without looking too petite to give a good massage.As I lay down, I realized I was positioned with my penis pointing down, exposing the head and top of the shaft between my thighs. I was about to adjust, but I felt her running her fingers along my back. “Do you want your massage soft, medium, or hard?””Medium to hard,” I responded.As her fingers glided down my butt and thigh, I felt my penis growing. Did she notice? Her fingers slid to my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my penis. Through the mirror, I could see her eyes were in that direction. Then she caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled.I could feel pre-ejaculate slip out of the tip of my penis as it pulsed with surprised excitement.Sweetness reached between my legs.She picked up the towel. OK, I must have just been letting my imagination get away with me. She would cover me now and begin the massage. Except she didn’t cover me. She put the towel off to the side and applied oil to her hands.I’ve never been left fully exposed during a massage before. It was too exciting to let my face be down in the massage table hole. I kept my head sideways, watching this beautiful woman massage me in the mirror.She started with my legs. Long, hard strokes. Her hands were warm and wet with oil. As she slid up, Sweetness let her hands press firmly against the inside of my thighs and up against my bare behind.Fingertips and thumbs would graze against the engorged head of my penis, unashamedly, tantalizingly. I was doing everything I could not hump balgat escort the table.She walked to the head of the table, running her fingers along my back and up my neck, and whispered in my ear. “Move your head like this.”She guided my face into the padded hole of the table. I thought I’d be disappointed to lose my view of her, but now I was looking down at her bare, toned legs. She must have slipped off her shoes because her feet were bare too with perfect pink painted toe-nails.Sweetness pushed the heels of her hands into my back and pushed downward, leaning as far as she could until her breasts pressed against my neck and head. As she pulled backwards, I peeked up to see right down her cleavage.She gently replaced my head.Everything she did, whether working me with her hands or elbows was sensual and felt amazing, but none of it prepared me for her climbing on top of me.I would orgasm in the very telling of the moves she preformed as she massaged on top of me, but I can’t skip the way she used her legs.Sweetness sat with her knees on my back. Then slowly, she opened her smooth legs and slid from the center of my oiled back to the sides and then she brought them back up again.I had to watch in the mirror.Each time she opened her legs on me, she would slide down a little further, allowing me to feel more and more of her legs. Her already short skirt pushed up to allow me a great view of her thighs and was barely covering her bottom.She continued. It was like she was riding me as she opened and closed her legs, going up and down. I felt more and more thigh until, at last, her panties touched my back and I elvankent escort could feel the warmth coming from inside of her.I imagined flipping over and her riding me like she was doing now, sliding up and down the shaft of my penis. Faster and faster until…Sweetness started sliding down. As she straddled my legs, she massaged my still bare butt and thighs. Repeatedly, her hand would make “accidental” contact with the head of my penis and top of my shaft.Then she positioned me so my butt was a little bit in the air and reached underneath to massage me. She wasn’t massaging my penis directly, but the sides of her hands were sliding along the shaft and gently rubbing against my balls.I tried to restrain myself, but subtly moved my pelvis back and forth with her hands.”You can flip over now,” she said.I suddenly felt nervous, she was about to see everything. In every massage I’d ever had, the masseuse is careful to hold the sheet or towel in a way that keeps your private areas private. But there was no sheet and there was no towel.I flipped over with a raging, pulsing erection.”Do you want me to take care of that?” Sweetness said, gesturing to my manhood, “I figured I’d ask before I go crazy on you.”Oh god, I wanted her to crazy on me. My penis was dripping, and not from massage oil. But for the first time, I thought of my wife and what she would think. Surely, letting her take care would be cheating.”I, uh–” Yes! Go crazy on me! “I only came in for the normal massage service.” Idiot! Let her take care of that! “Is that part of the normal massage?” Oh, god! I want you so bad! ” No,” she said, shaking her head. “That’s not part of the normal massage.”Sweetness covered me and finished the massage.Over the next few weeks, I couldn’t get Sweetness out of my mind. In the shower, I would picture her riding my back and imagine flipping over for her to go crazy riding my cock.Sliding my hand back and forth over the shaft and head of my penis, I’d imagine her hands gliding back and forth across my balls and cock.
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