Names changed to spare the not so innocent! This story does not contain any violence or forced actions on any individual.
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Claire would be here in 1 hour. My imagination had played through so many different scenarios now one of them was actually going to come true.
Let me give you a little background. It started a few weeks back. Claire had booked for a massage with me, to help me gain more experience in my hobby of Swedish massage. Having recently passed my diploma I was excited that my girlfriend had suggested to her female friends that they might want to give me more hands-on experience by offering themselves and getting a cheap massage session in return.
Claire had turned up the 1st time and was getting changed ready in my massage room. I was trying hard to keep my imagination in check. But to anyone who knows me that's just impossible. Just the thoughts of the near naked woman had me already aroused, oiling and massaging those massive ... .Here I am ahead of myself. Let me explain Claire was a Milf. Not model looks, not the ’perfect’ shape, not the hotty..out of a magazine. But, she was the wife next-door type and I knew her! got to know through the girlfriend. She was 5ft 2 inch, a mass of brunette curly hair. A set of tits to die for! Yes, huge! the thought of catching a glimpse of those..
“I'm ready” came the voice…
I opened the door, I need to be professional!
Laying on the table was Claire, face down, black towel covering her back to the tops of her legs.
I started my routine both chatting as I proceeded. “ I'm glad you volunteered” I said. Rubbing the warmed oil along the calf muscle, the thumbs applying firm pressure.
“ I was a little nervous really” she said
Muffled with her head through the table. “Remember I know how you and Julie”(my girlfriend) “got together! “
I laughed nervously “ just like this.”
I was on dangerous grounds Claire knew me and Julie got together on the massage table. Julie had shared the details with her friends.
My cock twitched…Stay focused! Keep to the routine!
“I promise I will behave “ I said hoping to sound sincere. My hands had moved past the knee in long smooth strokes, closer to the towel “let me know how the pressure is” “do you want more pressure? “
“It's nice” the response
I worked the routine up one leg, moving the towel still to cover her bum and lower back using the various strokes and kneading techniques I had studied. Images flashing of my fingers sliding higher to more intimate areas…NO!!. I had to be professional Julie would kill me. So i moved to the other leg.
“Mmmmm, that's nice” Claire murmured.
We continued small talk as I oiled and massaged up the leg trying to distract myself from my throbbing leaking cock. Wait did she open her legs a little?..
I worked my thumbs deeper in the thigh muscle, fingers circling and pulling down on lower quads. I'm standing at the base of the table doing long strokes down the left leg. I couldn't help it. I leaned into the table more. Touching her foot with my covered cock, she didn't notice. Looking along the line of Claire's legs I could see the dark beneath the towel, a hint of what I hungered for! She had definitely opened those legs a little more.
I had to change tact or I was going get in trouble, so i moved to the side keeping one hand always in contact. Claire was saying how her and Tom her husband had gone out over the weekend.
The front of my shorts were almost touching her upturned palm…so very close. I pulled the towel lower to cover those legs I had just massaged. Keeping heat retained but exposing the whole back. I tucked the top of the towel just above the hip line. Wow! I had not realised the narrow lower back. I could also see the side of those huge breasts/tits both words i use, but wow! Now I could see where my spare towel had been used. It had been made into a tube cushion to give that chest needed support.
“Are you ok?” Claire had said
“Err what?” realising I had been lost in thought “ oh just warming more oil” I recovered “right back area.”
I love massaging my hands in contact with another especially someone I have the hots for is amazing. I was working the tension I could feel in Claires back, the heels of my hands stretching then fingers pulling the skin and muscles long and slowly along the side. Fingers grazing and touching her side breast, soft, warm…thoughts of ice dripping on nipples and biting raced through my mind. Battling with no, your with Julie, she won't forgive you. Then suddenly it hit me ‘ IS THIS A TEST!’ What do I do? Should I stop?
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Wow, this was supposed to be a quick story of the 1st massage of Claire before the Fun massage of Claire started. The one where Tom gave her a note for me to find!
Should I continue? Do you want to know more? I hope Claire and Tom read this too!
So thanks for the encouragement.
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“You carry a lot of tension in your gluten, your bum” i said.
“Yeah right! You just want to touch my ass!” Replied Claire, with a touch of humour in her tone. “Just keep it professional, you promised. “
I had though, I was scared. Would she tell Julie, I could be reading too much into everything because I was horny. So turned on right now, the constant throb and leaking in my shorts my evidence.
“Well?”
“Sorry, what?” I mumbled
“Well, I said it's upto you.” She replied.
What! Upto me? Wow! My inner demon was dancing, my heart was racing and my trapped cock wanted to escape! Professional remember.
“OK well, I Err will move the towel lower, tell me to stop at any point. “ i explained. I was watching as more skin was being exposed. It looked so fucking soft! Pink, cute. Honestly I wasn't expecting this, I'm more of a breast guy but my favourite always being a nice pussy.
This was a nice surprise. I was looking down the body of Claire, so I could see i had stopped the towel just below her cheeks. Damn I was struggling to hold back from over stepping the boundaries.
I had gained confidence with Claire over the last few months. Chatting, going out as a group and as couples. We had hit it off. Similar naughty sense of humour, she was definitely cheeky, made me welcome to the group. She had an underlying aura of mischief. My shy manner had been replaced by my more natural naughty banter, flirty, occasionally innuendo chat. We bounced off each other.
Now I was drizzling warm oil off the back of my hand as my hand was firmly holding Claire's left bum cheek. That peach of a bum… tensed!
The oil ran through my fingers. Making the soft skin so silky smooth. Her whole cheek just about fitted my hand.
“ I will be using more pressure, deeper muscles here” I said.
No reply. Doubt, fear, so many emotions was flooding me right now!
Wait… my shorts were touching her hand! Each time I was using the knuckles of my fist, getting deep into tension of that peach. The tension in my shorts was growing and pressing harder against her hand!
I wanted more! I needed more i so wanted to grab those legs, to devour, to taste! My mind was flooded with so much desire and emotion. I was rock hard inside my boxers, inside my shorts.
But I was still scared..
I had never been a confident guy, lacked in the looks to make things easy. Cock size i was never happy with. Never had any complaints but was maybe if lucky decidedly average. Maybe smaller. But this gave me determination. Toys were to be used not feared, imagination, patience and the desire to give satisfaction were my aids my tools. I just loved giving pleasure. That was my gratification, the giving.
With each pull of the cheek I could see Claire's arse hole! Dark, neat, curls of skin. There then gone, covered as the hand movements pushed her cheeks together…then slowly showing everything on the return stroke… I was lost.
Past the point of being professional. My fingers brushed her star, so gently, so heavenly. Fuck it! I drizzled a little more oil, watching it run down the crevice of her cheeks, that i was holding open! Time slowed, the oil was my inner demons, slowly coating that valley, ending in a little pool being her arse hole. Using the blade of my right hand I slide it along and down over that brown eye. Mesmerised.. lost.. my naughty imagination had become reality..
Reversing the stroke i felt the small knot of skin under hand.
Claire opened her legs slightly more! And let out a sound. A moan! I leaned in…I wanted…NO needed to get closer. Below that oiled puckered, small hole was the dark line, each side lined by puffy thick lips.
With each full stroke i could see these lips opening and closing…opening and closing, those wet….wait WET!
Claire was turned on! … so much. I had got her juices coating her lips’
I moved below the waist I needed the angle to see more. I forgot the need to release tension, I wanted to see more! How wet was she! Could I see more!
You might be thinking oh come on it obvious she wants more, just get on with it. But the constant battle in my head never stopped. I didn't have the confidence of just going for it! Plunging fingers between those, aroused puffy, wet glistening lips. Deep, heat fired…
NO this was wrong! She would tell Julie! I would get arrested, I could lose everything.
This battle was real. Very real.
But I was condemned, I couldn't stop. With each stroke I was now watching…watching me open the sweetest looking pussy..glistening…NO wet! Soaking wet!
My heels of each hand was on the lower part of each cheek. As the movement went up, that wet pussy narrowed and lengthened. The outward motion, pulled, separated, showed it all….the brown puckered arse hole…still shiny with oil. But that pussy…that fucking pussy, opened…pink, wet, glistening folds of flesh. Just opened to reveal more of Claire's treasure, honey pot…I just don't have the words. Sorry. But what I do have is that, that vision, scarred, etched in my brain forever. Something I will NEVER forget x
“ Re..member..you promised “ softly came from the hole in my massage table.
I had promised, I was ‘that’ preverable ‘nice guy!’.....fuck!!!
“Ri..ght, err the to turn over.” I stuttered. Trying to focus back on track. But doing one last full movement of closing and opening Claire's gluten. Making her pussy, open and close once more….
I pulled up the forgotten towel, covering, hiding her peach.
I was then aware how wet and sticky I actually was! It felt like I had cum in my shorts. They weren't just damp. I coughed. I moved that towel all the way back up.
“That was nice” Claire murmured “mmmmmm. “
“Good, right I'm going to hold the towel up so you can turn over,” trying desperately to regain some composure…
HA fucking composure! … my face had been inches, fucking inches away from Claire's wet! Cunt!!..
“Turn now.” I said looking away, well looking into a mirror reflecting every detail, everything.
She turned over, struggling, the squashed side tit becoming bigger, no longer retrained, having being laid on. Claire struggled. Huge breasts on a small frame.
YES!! raced through my brain. I could see her nipple! Ist time! Breast swinging free as she raised and turned more!
“Almost there!” She exclaimed.
“Take your time” I replied smiling. Claire's mass of curly hair was obscuring most of what she would see. But if she had looked i was looking away, respectful of her privacy…
But that reflecting image, oh my fucking God!
Claire was ‘blessed’ those breasts were just magnificent! Tom was a lucky guy! And now I was. “I'm ready.” Came the soft voice.
I hid those beauties and lowered the towel, across those hard, perky nipples. Turned over on her back, her breasts settled to each side. Claire was in her early forties, all natural and still plenty of front projection.
I put the table insert under Claire's head, then a soft pillow to raise the head, taking the tension from her neck. Doing this had allowed me to calm down a little. But just a little.
“How is it?” Fuck that sounded dumb!
“Nice” eyes closed, partially covered Claire said.
“I'll start with the legs again..” “ extra on the feet.”
“Oh.. love my feet being touched” Claire replied.
I moved from the side noticing with her chest being covered, there was little towel length to cover much of the pelvic/pubic area. Another towel needed to be used and maybe with another client I would of. But not this time, not with this small beauty, in front of me..hell no!
Standing at the tables bottom looking up i could see tiny feet and I mean tiny. Size 4 maybe? Neat tidy red painted toenails, ankles, shins, yes I know you are shouting “yes! Legs!”
But it's my story
You could see all the way up those legs, to just, damn just below her pubis mound. The towel, just casting a shadow. Hiding the treasure.
“Lift your knees for me “ I said “ I need to slide this under”. She did as i slid the tubular shaped bolster cushion under the knees. Raising them, making them part slightly…showing more…
From my position at her feet, the sight was amazing. I oiled up and picked up one foot, it was cold in contrast to my warm hands. And so small! Never being a foot guy this was a surprise. I used strong firm sweeping techniques to stretch the arch, passing warmth through contact and friction. Thumb pressure to break down the crystallised build up under the skin. Routine on auto.
While all the time, each movement, each stroke, showed me more! That shadow was now gone. Replaced by a puffy, blood engorged cleft, so neat, shaved. With just a hint of thick labia, glistening between…
.Claire was moaning, no correction ‘purring’..
“I love my feet..” and purred some more.
Then I went further.
Using one hand i slid it down the top of my shorts! God I was wet inside, precum was literally everywhere…squeezing my shaft, I managed a pull on my dick, resulting in lots of pre cum from my sensitive head to cover my fingers…
I massaged that special ‘oil’ between Claire's toes, my fingers individually sliding warm oil and cum.
SHIT! SHIT!
I was suddenly hit, slapped, reminded of time! Julie, my girlfriend, would be home from work in a couple of hours. If not sooner. I had to speed up the massage.
I gently released the second oil/cum foot, now nicely warmed and the skin glowing.
Straight into the shins, around the knees, all with gentle but firm pressure. Applying the techniques. Fingers and hands sliding strongly over Claire's flesh, heat matched only from within my shorts. Then with circular motion my knuckles were working up the more fleshy quads. A place I would normally spend more time to release and relax muscles. Higher those circling knuckles went, upper thigh, working from the outside first, slowly working inwards…towards…
My knuckles were so close! That neat pussy had opened up so much more, it was wet, very wet! I could feel the heat radiating on the back of my hand. Each pass from the outside to the inside I got closer, my knuckle touched.. the lower edge.. I had felt the heat. I could see the wetness is had found! Again from the outside to the inner leg…again the scorching heat! Marking my knuckle, this time opening more with it's movements. Her pink folds, wet, glistening not totally clear….and just a hint, just the slight opening of something…wetter….deeper…i was..
“You promised..” Claire murmured softly
I had, I was pulled kicking and screaming back from being turned on, the most ever! I mean ever.
Reluctantly, I moved away. “Thank you” said Claire. She closed her legs, just slightly. But in my mind it was huge.
I worked quickly on the next leg, but I could now feel just slight tension within Claire, as my hands got higher again. I felt it, tension, not the complete surrender of muscle to my hands as before.
I had gone too far! I started to deflate..
I was no longer lost in the moment. Now conscious of time. Aware I had gone too far.
Claire was a friend, I had took advantage.
The conclusion of the massage was then quick. A few techniques on neck and shoulders. Very little small talk.
“Right, I will let you relax for a bit. Don't rush” I said “ large glass of water ready on the side.”
She thanked me again as I closed the door. It was over….
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Claire had left. Kiss on the cheek and a thanks. But definitely with a shy, maybe embarrassed tone.
I tidied up. I was naked, cock so hard as I wiped down the oil from my massage couch. I was still dribbling. I took my shaft and slowly stroked faster, faster…then I slowed. It hadn't taken long. Cum erupted from me, I gasped, I cum some more…looking down my stick mess, was right, right where those small, little, painted nailed feet had been …
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