It was a chilly Wednesday evening in June. We had arranged to meet in a city pub
after you had finished work. We chose this particular pub because we knew it had
a nice cosy nook and a roaring open fire.
I arrived early and was lucky enough to secure a comfortable and somewhat
secluded position near the fire which had a 2-seater couch.
Knowing that you like red wine I chose a nice Barossa Shiraz and had that
waiting on the small table alongside me.
A short time later you arrived looking stunning in your retail ‘black’ skirt,
jacket and knee length black boots accessorised with a bright blue scarf around
your neck.
Our eyes smiled as we met, we hugged and kissed each other on the lips. It was
lovely to see you after such a long time.
You sat down alongside me and we sipped our wine and chatted about our
respective day at work.
I love the way you put your hand on my thigh as you talk to me. Occasionally you
unconsciously rub my thigh as you look into my eyes, I was never quite sure
whether you knew how arousing/distracting that was for me but hey, I wasn’t
going to say anything incase you stopped doing it!
Another drink followed and we ordered a platter of dips and breads to enjoy with
the wine and warmth from the fire.
You removed your scarf and jacket and made yourself comfortable alongside me. I
couldn’t help noticing that you were wearing black stockings and as I placed my
hand on your thigh I could feel the unmistakable outline of a suspender belt….
Mmmm…. I must confess to becoming slightly aroused as I momentarily imagined you
sitting there in just your lingerie. Maybe it’s only men who have those
thoughts…..
You were in no hurry to be home that night as you were collecting your daughter
from the bus station around 11pm. She was returning from an interstate trip with
some of her friends.
I noticed that a couple of times you flexed your left shoulder as if it was
giving you a bit of pain. When I questioned you about it you shrugged and said
it was nothing, just that you had been moving some boxes of files around today
at work and it was just a tiny bit sore.
Well…. “How about a massage?” I suggested.
“Mmm that would be nice, but where, when, how?” you replied.
As luck would have it, the company I do some work for has an apartment in
Grenfell Street. It gets used when they have interstate or overseas clients
visiting Adelaide. I happen to have free access to it and I know that it’s not
being used until Friday this week.
“How would you feel about taking a bottle of wine and some nibbles back there
and, as a bonus, I have the phone number of a masseuse who might just be
available to do a visit tonight?”
“Why not then? – let’s finish our drinks and head round there” you say.
As we enter the apartment on the 7th floor I suggest that you prepare the
nibbles and drinks while I fire up the heating and call Martin to see if he’s
available.
I had visited Martin at his massage salon in Kingswood some time ago. He was
certainly very good at what he did and more than that, he was a very easy going,
gentle man who knew how to hold an intelligent conversation.
I liked him, but to be honest I much prefer a female to give me a massage.
Our luck was in – Martin would be with us in 45 mins.
The apartment was beginning to warm up and so were we. We stood by the window
and admired the view across the night city as we sipped our wine. My hand was
around your waist and my fingers were inside the waistband. I could feel the
soft skin of your buttocks…
You put your drink down and stood right up close to me.. “Kiss me” you demanded
playfully.
Who was I to argue?
I wrapped my arms around you and planted my lips on your soft lips….my hands
were caressing your back and your tousled hair.
You have very sensuous lips and we stay locked in passionate kissing for some
time. Our tongues intermittently dancing in each others mouths.
You press up close to me and my erection is obvious to you as you deliberately
grind your groin against mine. Oooohhhh…. So nice.
I slid my hand down between us and inside the waistband of your skirt and
panties….. I love feeling your ‘landing strip’ of manicured pubic hair…. I feel
you breathing in to allow my hand to probe further…. My fingers just reaching
the soft folds of your beautiful moist pussy….. I gently stimulate you and
eventually remove my hand and bring my fingers to my mouth and nose…. You smell
so sexy…. And taste so sweet as I suck your juices from my sex-honey coated
fingers.
The apartment doorbell rings – it’s Martin. I press the button to allow him
access to the lift.
A couple of minutes later he knocks on the door, I let him in and introduce him
to you. He shakes your hand politely and asks us where we would like him to set
up his portable massage table.
“I think right here in the lounge will be fine” I said
“Ok” said Martin “Give me 5 minutes or so to set myself up and then we can talk
about what you’d like me to do for you”
“Hey Eliza, would you like to use the master bedroom to get ready? There’s a
bathrobe in there that you can slip into if you like”
By the time Martin has set up you appear from the bedroom wearing a long white
fluffy bathrobe. You look so sexy and inviting…
“so, what would you like me to work on?” Martin asks
“Well, it’s nothing major really, just a slight discomfort in my left shoulder.
But other than that I would really enjoy a relaxing massage from top to toe”
“No probs, I can certainly do that for you. I just need to use the bathroom so
while I do that perhaps you’d like to lie face down on the table and make
yourself comfortable. There’s a towel there to cover yourself with”
Looking directly into my eyes you teasingly slip the bathrobe off your shoulders
knowing how much this will excite me. Then, turning your back to me, you let it
drop to the floor revealing your gorgeous skin. You are wearing nothing except
for a pair of black lacy satin panties. And boy do you look sexy!
I offer to hold the table steady for you as you climb on and get comfortable.
Reluctantly I drape the modesty towel across your gorgeous arse, but not before
giving it a playful pat and a cheeky rub of your inner thigh.
Martin returns and adjusts the modesty towel to cover your legs and applies some
oil to his hands and begins to work on your shoulders.
I pour myself another wine and sit on a chair where I can get a good view of
your surrendered body.
Martin is in his late 30’s I’d say. He has a very fit and toned body as you’d
expect.
As you were lying on your tummy he was standing at your head and massaging your
shoulders and then down the length of your back.
After about 10 minutes he moved to the other end of the table, folded back the
towel and began to massage your left leg from your foot up.
Gently but firmly I could see his hands gripping your calf and moving up your
thigh towards your arse. Each time he seemed to get a little closer and I’m sure
that at one point his thumb ‘accidentally’ brushed against your black satin
panties.
I also couldn’t help noticing that as his hands got higher you appeared to raise
you pelvis as if to indicate to him to go further!
He then lifted your leg and placed it on his left shoulder. This looked a little
uncomfortable for you but you didn’t seem to object. I’m sure he just wanted to
get a better view of your arse.
A few minutes later he repeated these actions on your right leg. By this time
you weren’t the only one who was aroused!
I was trying to be discrete as I adjusted myself to accommodate my erect cock
inside my jeans.
At this point he spoke softly and asked you to roll over and lie on your back.
“You might want to keep your eyes closed for a moment so that they adjust to the
light” he said.
He modestly lifted the towel high enough to cover the view of your exquisite
breasts and expertly lowered the towel in place. I’m sure that neither of us
would have minded if he hadn’t have bothered.
Standing at the head of the table he proceeded to rub the front of your
shoulders and neck. His fingers occasionally sliding under the top of the towel…
You whispered to him that you would be comfortable without the towel if that
made his job easier….
He nodded professionally and folded the towel downwards so that it just covered
your pelvic area.
With your breasts exposed he continued to massage down the side of your breasts
and then bringing his hands back up and across your breasts. Your nipples were
in obvious appreciation of this and it didn’t escape Martins attention either as
he seemed to concentrate on this area for quite some time.
Every so often his hands would slip further down your stomach and I’m convinced
that his fingers slid under your panties waistband more than once.
Once he finished massaging your chest, he stood at the other end of the
table.... and started massaging you around your upper thighs and very close to
your pubic area....
It was at this point that you surprised us both by virtually throwing the towel
onto the floor and asked Martin if he would mind if you were naked.
Again, Martin maintained a professional composure and acknowledged your request.
He slid his fingers into the waistband and as you lifted yourself from the table
he removed your panties and placed them on the chair next to where I was
sitting. My god, I was so hard!
To see you lying there completely naked and submissive was unbelievably
arousing. Your gorgeously sexy smooth pussy with your inner labia protruding
like a pretty flower was just sensational.
Your pussy was wet and so inviting.
Your next request nearly knocked me off of my chair – “Martin, how would you
feel about being naked too?”
Martin looked across to me as if seeking approval. He need not have bothered. No
objection was coming from my lips.
He swiftly removed his T-Shirt and track pants to reveal that he wasn’t wearing
any undies. Surprisingly he didn’t have a hard on but he was semi-erect.
You lifted your head from the table to gaze at the naked masseuse and gave an
approving smile to both Martin and me.
Like a true Pro, he stood alongside the table and resumed where he had left off,
only this time he was concentrating a lot more on your pubic area. In
particular, around your clit. I can still see the expression on your face as you
abandoned yourself to his soft hands. This is exactly what you needed after a
long day at work!
Your hands were at your side and every now and again his now hardening cock
would brush up against you and you would reciprocate with a gently rub.
Soon he moved to the foot of the table and motioned for you to wriggle down so
that your legs were over the end of the table.
As he moved closer, his cock, (now very hard), was rubbing against your wet
slit.
You whispered to me to reach into the pocket in your handbag and get a condom,
which I did.
I then did something I never thought I would see myself doing, I unwrapped the
condom and placed it over the head of his cock and un-rolled it down the length
of his shaft while he continued to massage and stimulate your clit.
I then positioned myself alongside you and parted your pussy lips as he guided
himself into your well lubricated pussy...(That was quite an erotic scenario for
me Eliza)
You grabbed the edges of the massage table with both hands as he started to push
into you....
I was watching every expression on your face as he fucked you...
Not wanting to feel left out I caressed your nipples and sucked on them as you
held on tight to the underside of the table. I whispered into your ear how much
I was enjoying seeing you being fucked by another man.
It wasn’t long before Martin was about to cum…. And you managed to time yourself
to perfection too as you climaxed within seconds of Martin depositing his load
into you.
It was such a beautiful sight to see you exhausted yet completely and
unexpectedly pleasured.
Martin took himself off to the bathroom to clean himself up while you lie there
savouring what had just happened.
As he returned you got off the table and slipped the bathrobe back on as he
folded up his table and gathered his things.
It felt slightly odd paying him for his service, which I’m sure he got as much
pleasure out of as you did, but anyway, that’s his business.
We said goodbye to him and shut the door and just locked ourselves in a tight
embrace.
No words were spoken.
No words were needed
No words could express how pleasurable that was, not just for you either.
It was still only 9pm…. And I think you had something in mind……
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