He started by massaging my feet. He began with my toes — each one individually with his special lubricating oils. He had the most firm, yet delicate fingers and he knew just where to place them on my toes.
He then circled round and round my heel and worked his way into my sore ankles. Slowly he worked his way up my calf (each leg individually, of course) and to my thighs. He took his time with my thighs, rubbing them with both hands, kneading them like dough.
More than once I could feel the tips of his fingers treading dangerously close to my ass and just grazing the glistening lips of my pussy. I had the towel draped over my back as I lay on my tum, but I’m sure it was high enough that he could see exactly where he was going to go next.
Even though I had jilled it all morning, I was aching for more. I wanted those strong, tender hands to fondle me, finger me, fist me. . . if I could stand it.
But he was very professional. He continued massaging my thighs for a long time, teasing me as he made a bit of small-talk. Asking me if I jog, telling me that my legs are beautiful but tense. Oh, I was tense alright. I was aching for him. But he then moved to my back, abruptly skipping the part of my body that most needed a massage.
He stood in front of my head and leaned over deeply to get the small of my back. As he did so, I could see the bulge in his jeans and, not wanting to embarrass him, I put my head down into the towel. He leaned so far over that the bulge gently bumped my head and I could feel how strong and solid he was. His hands went way down into the small of my back and under my towel to my top of my ass. Back and forth he went with long, deep strokes gliding over the warm massage oils. Back and forth and, as I felt his cock pressing on the top of my head, I almost came right there. But he slowly began working his way up my back to my shoulders and neck. He went to the side of the table and his pulsating hands cascaded their relaxing movements from my neck all the way down first one arm and then the other. I felt as if I was turning to jelly, but all the while I was dripping on my towel thinking about the package he had in his jeans.
He then asked if I wanted to roll over. I complied immediately, allowing the towel only to cover my hips. This time he began with my shoulders and worked his way down my arms again. But soon he asked if I would like to have my entire torso rubbed down. I nodded in agreement with this suggestion. He put a puddle of oil in the palm of his hand and slowly worked his way down my shoulders to my breasts and ever so gently caressed them and squeezed them. When he heard me moan and saw my response, he gently tugged at my nipples and pulled at my breasts, asking, ‘Does that feel good?’
I could hardly speak. He knew it felt good and he continued down my tum. When his hands got to the towel, he politely asked if he could remove it. I nodded, ‘Yes.’ He took it off and saw my cleanly, sweetly shaved pussy. My pussy lips must have been pink and glistening from the shower and all the self-manipulation I had done that morning. He was so professional! He didn’t say a word. He was again standing by my head — this time I was facing up right at his crotch — and he leaned forward and gave me a good deep rubdown from my tits to my pussy, and as he did so his package went right into my face.
‘You can do that again,’ I said and he leaned over again.
‘Again,’ I said.
He repeated the gesture.
‘Do you want to get out of those jeans?’ I asked.
Without a word he unbuttoned his jeans and let them down. I reached up above my head and pulled down his tight undershorts and out sprang his giant cock into my face.
‘Try it one more time,’ I asked.
This time when he leaned over me I took his cock in my mouth and he continued leaning as his big fingers found their way to my wet and waiting cunt. He fingered me as I sucked him off for a good long time. But then I pulled off his rod and I said, ‘You know, I have some talents of my own.’ I flipped over and my face was exactly the height of his amazing member. I took it, deep into the back of my throat. It was a good nine inches, I’d say. I just opened up and let him stick the entire thing as deep as he could go.
He pulled out and said, ‘I’m supposed to be giving you the massage.’
He moved to the middle of the bed, used a lot of oil all over my clit, pussy lips and ass and began massaging everything all at once. I came and came hard within seconds. I squirted, Daddy, I squirted all over that poor young man’s hand. He didn’t seem to mind. I asked him if I could return the favor by sucking on his cock and he ever so politely told me that unfortunately our hour is over and he must be on his way to his next appointment. ‘Perhaps next time,’ he said.
Excerpt from the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com