I gave him something extra…then he returned the favor.
I couldn’t believe anyone was knocking on my door at that ungodly hour. And on my day off, no less.
“Maybe it’s an emergency,” I reasoned with the part of me that wanted to roll over, wrap my head underneath the covers, and wait the knocking out.
But that wasn’t an option; it was unrelenting. I put on my bathrobe and headed to the front door, partially hoping nothing serious was going on, partially hoping it wasn’t something completely trivial.
It was neither.
It was him.
“Scott? What in the world are you doing here?”
There he was, my favorite client from the spa, standing on my porch, wearing a smile, holding a portable massage table in his hands.
“I was dispatched. I heard you needed a massage.”
“You what?” I responded, feeling the laughter spill out of my mouth naturally.
“I came to give you a massage!”
“How do you know where I live?”
“A little birdie told me.”
“What?” I responded, still in disbelief that he was standing in front of me, at my house, looking as effortlessly seductive as ever.
“Are you going to let me in, or am I going to have to stand here with a massage table looking like a fool?” he asked with a smile.
I was still half asleep. I was still in disbelief. I know I had fantasized about him numerous times and was thrilled when I finally got the opportunity to let my hands and my mouth do the walking along the playground of his cock. But I never expected to see him outside of work, no matter how much I wanted to take things further with him. At best, I thought I would sneak in another blow job here and there, or maybe we would go full throttle and he would bend me over my massage table and take me completely.
Never in my wildest dreams did I believe that Scott would show up at my doorstep, while I was wearing nothing more than a robe and a confused look on my face. I was stunned, paralyzed at my front door. And I let my surprise linger for way too long.
I was thrilled when I finally got the opportunity to let my hands and my mouth do the walking along his playground….
“Well? Are you going to make me stand here all day?” he laughed. “Because I will, you know. If I have to, I will.”
As amusing as it was to think about, and as tempting as it was to make him prove it, I knew I didn’t have that kind of stamina. Plus, what would the neighbors think?
I opened the door wide and watched him as he walked into my living room. It was actually weird to see him with clothes; I had never seen him anywhere other than my massage table. I admired how his jeans perfectly hugged his ass, and it looked every bit as good covered as it did exposed. After ogling him for a few seconds while still standing there holding my front door open, he turned around as if he could feel my gaze burning into him.
“Are you staring at my ass?” he accurately accused me.
“What?” I responded. The comment caught me so off guard that I reflexively slammed the door shut.
“Were you staring at my ass?”
“Of course not!”
“Well, that’s disappointing!”
We both laughed as I walked toward him.
“So what’s this all about? Where did you get that?” I asked, pointing to the massage table he was still holding.
“I told you, I came to give you a massage…and it looks like you’re ready to receive one too,” he said, scanning me up and down. “Of course, you’re going to have to take that robe off first.”
“Wait a minute, what makes you think you can come here out of the blue and demand to give me a massage? And you still didn’t tell me how you found me.”
“It wasn’t that difficult, I just looked you up. As for the massage, I wanted to show my appreciation for that special customer service you gave me last time.”
The thought of his cock in my mouth flashed into my head and I could feel myself getting wet.
“Do you think my job is that easy? I had to go to school to learn my craft and — ”
“You did? All of your craft?” he asked with a sexy smile.
“Well, okay, some of it was massage school, some was trial and error.”
“Trust me, there was no error in your trial.”
I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks as the arousal rushed between my legs. My nipples started to get hard, and I wondered if he could see the imprint of them underneath my robe.
“Thank you,” I said demurely. I watched as he began to set up the massage table in my living room. I was amazed that he knew how to do it. He motioned for me to come toward him, and I obediently moved to the table, getting more and more excited with each and every step.
I couldn’t help but moan in response to his diligent work.
“Come on, get on the table,” Scott said with a wink.
“Wait…do you even have massage oil?” I asked as I positioned myself comfortably on my back, my robe still covering my body.
He stood directly over me, smirking and cracking his knuckles to get ready to work. “I don’t need it.”
“Oh?”
“Not at all. Trust me, I’ll get you good and lubricated. Now, can you be quiet so I can get started?”
I laughed nervously and closed my eyes. My heart began to pound in anticipation of how this was going to go. I could not believe this was happening. It had to be a dream.
When he opened my robe and I felt the cool air envelop my body, and he started massaging my breasts, I knew it was anything but a dream. He put one hand on each breast and skillfully rubbed them in circles, periodically brushing his thumbs against my already rock hard nipples.
He was right; he had no problem stirring up lubrication. I was already damp between my legs before I got on the table, but to feel him actually touching me, my pussy began to get drenched with my growing lust for Scott. He seemed to savor touching me and continued to massage my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan in response to his diligent work.
“Oh, you like that?” he asked charmingly.
“Yeah,” I responded breathlessly.
“Good,” he said as he pinched my nipples and the feeling of his fingers squeezing them made me jump on the table a little bit. He laughed and I opened my eyes slightly to peek at his face. He was clearly enjoying himself and the effect he was having on me. “You’re going to like this even more.”
Scott stopped massaging my breasts and systematically caressed my stomach, my legs, and my thighs with the palms of his hands, until he had ultimately reached the wet and willing destination he was looking for. I opened my legs with anticipation, heart pounding as the cool air brushed across my pussy. As soon as he slid his hands between my legs, I couldn’t help but smile because I knew he was about to deliver all of the pleasure I wanted so desperately.
He rubbed between my legs up and down, slowly and methodically, and made a joke about knowing he would be able to get me wet. He positioned himself at the bottom of the massage table and spread my legs more. By this time, his touch was enough to make me want to scream, even though he had not dug completely into the main course yet.
He was clearly enjoying himself and the effect he was having on me.
“You’re so beautiful, Carol,” he said, sounding like he was getting as horny as I was. He opened up my pussy lips and began to run his fingers up and down my slit, making my clit quiver every time his fingers rubbed it. I felt my chest heave up and down with the rhythm of his touch. My nipples were still rock hard and I longed for his mouth on them, sucking them unforgivingly until they were pleasurably swollen and sore against his lips.
I instinctively started to rub my nipples and pinch them as I enjoyed the tingles between my legs. Scott stuck two of his fingers deep inside my pussy and the combination of sensations coming from above and below made me begin to moan in a desperate need to come.
“Are you doing all right up there?” Scott asked with a laugh, as he looked up at me and admired my tits. He continued his diligent work fingering me, each time digging into my walls deeper and deeper, faster and faster. I heard the squishing of his fingers and watched the pleasure on his face, which only intensified my own. He began to work my pussy with one hand and use the other to work my clit. I moaned loudly, feeling like I could lose all control through the electricity of his touch.
As I felt an orgasm building up in me, he stopped. He just stood there, staring at me for what felt like an eternity. All of the excitement began to drain from my face and I began to think this whole escapade was a fluke, a dud, a complete waste of time. I deliberated on whether or not it was time to get off the table, throw Scott out of my house, and dump him as a client.
“What’s the matter, Carol?”
“Nothing,” I said as my lips began to curl into a bratty pout. “I should probably get on with my day though.”
“Oh, come on! Don’t be like that!”
“Well, I mean, you’re pretty much done…right?” I asked, trying to hide in my voice that I desperately wanted for him not to be done with me.
“Not a chance!” Scott said right before dropping to his knees beside the table. The next thing I knew, he was opening my pussy lips wide and slurping my clit into his mouth, making my entire body quiver from the shot of pleasure his lips delivered. As he took my aching bud in and out of his mouth, I closed my eyes, resumed pinching my nipples, and began to see stars twinkling in my head. I could hardly remember what I had been upset about as he devoured me and stuck his fingers deep inside of me again, in and out, each time hitting my spot a little bit harder.
I screamed. My back snapped into an arch. My hips started to move up and down to the rhythm of his touch, which made him start to bite my clit lightly and plunge his fingers even deeper into me. I clenched my fingers around my hard, protruding nipples. It was more than I could take and my walls started to contract against his fingers as he continued to suck on my bud. My whole body quaked on the table uncontrollably until —
THUMP!
That’s right. The next thing I knew, I had fallen on the living room floor and taken Scott with me for the ride. I was beyond embarrassed, but I was so, so satisfied.
We both laughed and eventually stood up and smiled at each other. I grabbed my robe as he packed up the massage table.
“I have to go to work. Will I see you this week?”
“Of course! I’d never miss my favorite client.”
“Did you enjoy my technique?” he asked with a smirk.
“It was okay,” I said coquettishly.
“Do you think I need more practice?”
“Perhaps,” I said with a smile as I walked him to the door and watched him carry the massage table to his car. I closed the door as he walked away, and got ready for an appointment with my vibrator in the bathtub. I needed to take advantage of the full, unbridled arousal that had not yet left me.