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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I tried to speak, but it took a second for the sound to come out, "Yes, thanks." If only I could get rid of this hard-on, I thought.
"You sound tired, did you travel far to get here today?"
"Arrived from New York this morning and had meetings all day," I said.
"Ah. Well, let's take care of you and get you ready for a good night's sleep. My name is Nancy, and I will be taking care of you."
I was too tired to lift my head but felt it was wrong not to look up and meet her greeting; I did. I looked up and before I could say hello, I was struck dumb. Nancy was gorgeous. I don't mean typically gorgeous, I mean that wars could be fought over this woman. She could easily be ancient royalty; she was regal, stunning, refined and, well, fucking hot. Even through her very professional lab-coat-uniform, I could see that, as well as a stunning face and long cascading shiny black hair, she also had a phenomenal body. And then I realized that I was staring.
"Hi, Nancy, it's nice to meet you," I said, trying to sound composed and hoping that any lack of composure would be credited to my jetlag and long day.
In the meantime, I started praying: Please hard cock, please go down.
He touch was incredible; intuitive and amazing. She knew when to press in and when to soften her touch. I was in heaven, but I kept getting snapped back to reality: in a while, she would ask me to turn over onto my back and then the large cock that I am normally quite proud of would be my downfall.
She worked her way down to my feet and performed actual magic. I am not sure what she was doing down there, but it felt amazing; I was getting younger by the moment and I could feel the stress easing all over my body. And then it happened, my cock softened and I could finally relax into the massage.
I drifted in and out of consciousness as the massage continued and was in total bliss; suddenly wishing I had booked 90 minutes instead of an hour. Nancy then asked me to turn over and, thankfully, I could. We played the turn-over-under-the-towel game and soon I was lying on my back.
Nancy turned her attention to my neck, scalp and face. He expertly sought out various spots of tension and worked them out. My eyes fell open for a moment and I looked up at her; a backlit angel looked down at me and smiled. I closed my eyes again.
I drifted off and found myself arriving at the airport again; being greeted by my wife. No jacket this time and fully clothed. Warm hug. Soft kiss. And then she held out her hand and asked me to hold something for her; her panties. She winked, and we headed out to the car.
The car was parked in a dark distant corner of the parking area and, when we got there, my wife walked up to the car, and assumed the 'arrested' position with her feet wide apart and her hands on the sides of the car. She lifted her ass, slightly, and said, "Fuck me now." She reached back with one hand, lifted her skirt and showed me her bare ass; I could see the wetness between her legs.
I woke up, with a start.
"Someone was sleeping," Nancy said.
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"No problem; you are here to relax."
I kept my eyes pressed close wanting to deny what I already knew; I was diamond hard and pushing my blanket up like a tent. I was so embarrassed.
"And, it seems, someone may have been dreaming," She said. I could tell by her voice that she was grinning. The elephant was out of the bag.
"I am so sorry about that," I said, mortified.
"No need. It's perfectly natural," she said, rubbing my chest. "What were you dreaming about?"
"My wife," I said, simultaneously grateful and annoyed at my answer.
"Oh, that is so cute," she said, "Then I guess I can't help you out with that."
"What?"
"Nothing, I am just being naughty," she said, her hands moving down my left arm and massaging my hand. "For the last year, I have been doing this job I have been asked for so many 'happy endings' that it blows me away. I have never given one, but I was tempted this time. But I guess it is probably not a good idea."
"No, I guess not," I said, hating myself and the world.
Twenty minutes later she finished the massage and left the room for me to compose myself. I put on my robe, fixed my hair as best I could and walked out the door. And there she was, even more gorgeous in the full light.
"Thank you," I said, holding out my hand for a handshake.
She smiled, "I am a hugger," and leaned in for a squeeze. I was again dismayed, my cock was still hard like granite and I know she could feel it pressed between us. The embrace over, we separated and smiled at each other; her smile had so much behind it. It was in her eyes, mischievous and playful.
"Come again," she said.
I laughed, and said, "In about 10 minutes," as I walked out to the reception area to sign my bill before heading up to my room.
* * *
Back in my hotel room, cock still hard, I logged into SKYPE to see if I could get ahold of my wife. No answer. I would have to take care of this by myself.
I lay back on the bed, checked to confirm that there was a box of tissue on the bedside table and took myself in hand, gently. My cock was hot to the touch; I stroked it slowly knowing that this would not take long. In my mind, I drifted back to the massage room and watched Nancy disrobe before me. SLOW DOWN, I had to scream in my head, I was almost there already. At least, I thought, I should get my cock into her imaginary pussy before I cum. I slowed down the pace and the Nancy-in-my-mind climbed up onto the table with me. He breasts hung down above me, swinging gently with her movements, she reached down to my cock, raised it up and started to lower herself down....
SKYPE. Fucking SKYPE starting ringing. I sat up, swung my legs off the bed and went to my computer. Okay, it least it was my wife. Before I answered I did a silent prayer; my wife had two SKYPE modes; all talk about normal stuff or SKYPE sex. I knew which one I needed right now. I answered. Camera off.
"Hi there!"
"Hey! So glad I caught you," her gorgeous voice came through just as her picture appeared on the screen. She was looking amazing, as always. No, even more than usual. "Turn on your cam."
I quickly grabbed my robe, pulled it on and around me and turned on the vid.
"There you are," she said, warmly, "You gotta love those hotel robes. Did you have a good massage?"
"Yeah, it was really nice."
"I am glad," she smiled. She really does love and care about me. "So, I wanted to chat with you about something that came up with my friends at lunch today."
Oh no, I thought, she just wants to chat. When she has sex on the brain, there is no stopping her. But when she doesn't, there is no starting her.
"Yeah, what's up, I said," doing my best to sound interested and not disappointed.
"Kidding!" she said, with a grin. She pulled back the camera and now I could see that she was topless and her nipples were hard. "Show me your cock!"
I laughed out loud and eased my robe off my shoulders. I moved the laptop so she could see all of me, standing at full attention.
"Fuck!" She said, "you are so hard already!"
"Yeah, I had a rather interesting massage."
Eyebrow raised, "Really?" she asked, "It couldn't have been THAT interesting if you are still hard now."
"Good point."
"What happened?" she asked.
It is important to note, at this point, that my wife and I are very open with each other. Rather than having to guess at each other's desires and fantasies, we talk openly about them and don't hide our feelings from each other. And so I told her. Everything. To be fair, I may have held back a bit on Nancy's description. My wife, let's be clear, is a stunner. That said, Nancy is probably ten years younger and has not given birth to, and raised, two boys. I didn't see the point in laboring the issue.
"It sounds like she was willing to help?" she said, playfully.
"Yeah," I said, ruefully, "Until she found out I was married."
"Well, next time, you tell her it is fine with me."
"Ha ha," I said.
"You don't want her help?"
"Is this a trick question?"
"Point the camera at your cock, I will ask him, instead."
I lowered the camera and my red, hard cock filled the screen.
"Hello Mr. Cock," she said, playfully, "Do you think massage-girl-Nancy should be allowed to help you out?"
I squeezed my muscles below, Mr. Cock nodded eagerly.
"Should she stroke you softly at first?"
Again, he nodded.
"And should she take her top off and let her apparently great tits out to play?"
More squeezing, more nodding.
"And should we let Mr. Hands squeeze those glorious boobs?"
Emphatic squeezing and intense nodding.
"And then, Mr. Cock," she lowered her tone and leaned in closer to the camera, "I think Ms. Nancy should lower her head down over you, drag her hair around and then breathe some hot breath on your head."
Epileptic twitching.
"And then I would like her to open her mouth wide, and slowly take you inside her warmth. I would like her to swirl her tongue around you and suck you deep down her throat."
My balls started to tingle and I reached down to grab my cock.
"Stop!" she said, "Don't touch it."
The tingling continued; I was right on the edge.
She lowered her voice again, "My question, right now, is would you rather cum in her mouth, her pussy or all over her tits?"
And I came. The first spurt almost went into orbit. The second one was just as strong; my balls unloaded and made a mess all over me. |
