He nervously adjusted his shirt collar before knocking at the door. The door opened and she smiled at him. He stammered, “Hi, I’m Randal. I’ve got an appointment at 3:30?” “Hi Randal, I’m Caitlin. Come on in.” She walked into the room, and he followed. Looking at the skin-tight cotton bicycle shorts she was wearing, he would have followed her anywhere. She led him to a thick cotton mat on the floor and turned to talk to him, and he struggled to bring his gaze up to meet her eyes. “Is this your first time getting a Thai massage?”, she asked. “Yeah. I’ve gotten normal massages before, but a friend of mine just got back from Thailand and told me all about the massages over there. And this girl I know recommended you, so… here I am.”
“Great! Well, any questions before we get started?”
“Can I use your bathroom first?”
“Sure, it’s that door right there. And there are hangers there so you can change.”

He headed into the bathroom and started getting undressed. The massages he had gotten before had worked a little differently, with the masseuse leaving the room while the client got undressed and on the table. Oh well, from what he had heard, this was going to be a new experience in more ways than one. He finished folding his clothes, steeled his nerve, and walked back into the room.

She looked his way, and stopped cold. She stared at him uncomfortably, and he nervously asked, “Should I lie down face up or face down?”
“Umm, let’s start with you face down.”
He settled into position on the mat and tried not to feel self-conscious. For the first time, he noticed the soft chanting music playing in the background, and the subtle scent of incense in the air. He began to relax the smallest amount when she spoke again.
“Are you warm enough? Would you like a sheet or a blanket?”
“Uhh, no, I’m okay.”
“Well then… I’ll just drape you with this towel.”

Randal worried that he had done something wrong, and not for the first time wondered whether his friend’s stories from Thailand had been somewhat exaggerated. A hand towel was laid over his hips, and a moment later he felt pressure being applied to the soles of his feet. He wasn’t really sure what was applying the pressure. It was stronger, harder pressure than the girl appeared capable of. Maybe she was using her heels; he had heard about little Asian girls walking on a guy’s back before. As she worked her way up his body, he was pulled, kneaded, pressed and pulled in ways he didn’t think possible. The towel shifted and slid a few times, but his embarrassment had faded from focus and Caitlin seemed to be casual about waiting for an opportune pause before repositioning the towel. More than the casual draping, he was focused on where her body was as the massage progressed, whether it was noticing how far up his thigh she worked or how she occasionally straddled one of his legs and her crotch seemed to settle low and firm against him.

Eventually, she asked him to roll over, and the hand towel was removed and repositioned completely. By this time, Randal was at least partially stiff, and the towel tented conspicuously. Caitlin resumed massaging, again starting at the feet and working up the legs. She seemed flustered when she moved to hip stretches and the towel would not stay in place. He turned the towel lengthwise and it fared slightly better. When she flexed his hip and pressed his knee into his chest, her torso was leaning against his leg, and her hips pressed against his tailbone. His erection stiffened further from the contact as he became aware of her heavy breathing while she held the stretch. He grew bold and reached an arm around Caitlin’s shoulder and pulled on her back, encouraging her to lean into the stretch even further. He was silently thrilled when she did not protest, but responded positively to the touch. When she switched sides to his other leg, he tried again, sliding his hand along her side and around her back and pulling her closer, and again she did not resist.

Caitlin next moved to the head of the mat and leaned over him to work on his chest and ribs. He watched her heavy breasts sway over his head, snug behind a form-fitting tank top. Her cleavage glistened slightly from the exertion, and he breathed deeply to catch the scent of her. From this position, she had to be staring at his cock, now at full attention and hardly constrained by the towel. She leaned deeply into his chest, and her breast brushed his cheek. The heat rising from her skin was driving him wild.

They both noticed the music had stopped about the same time. From where she was kneeling about his head, Caitlin stretched forward to reach the stereo controls. In the process, her thigh ended pressed against his face and he went out of his mind wondering how he could press the situation further. Stereo adjusted, Caitlin moved towards the middle of his body, straddled one thigh and started working on the bottom of his rib cage. Her thumbs scooped into his diaphragm, but Randal was barely aware, as he was completely focused on her open legs pressed onto his bare thigh. His cock was visibly twitching now, waving a white towel of surrender in front of her leg. With the clock ticking his hour away, he decided to be bold.

“I’m sorry, but can you lift up just a bit?”, he asked.
“Sure! Is something wrong? Is anything uncomfortable?”
He thought to himself, “I’ll say it is”, but aloud he said in an embarrassed fashion, “I just need to, umm, adjust.”
Caitlin lifted up from his leg slightly, and Randal slid his hand down between them. He shifted his cock to lay flat, and then without moving too much, raised his arm slightly until the back of his hand was pressed against her crotch. He still moved as if he was adjusting his package, but his hand was making far more contact with her than him. She squirmed just the least bit, and Randal crossed the Rubicon; he slid his hand inside the leg of her shorts and found her damp pussy. Caitlin inhaled sharply and he cut her off before she could speak. “I’ll double your rate if you’ll do the rest of the massage without these shorts!”

Her brow furrowed with thought, but she didn’t move away from his probing fingers. “I don’t really do that kind of massage.”
He smiled, “I’m sure you haven’t before, but your pussy is wet enough that I think you want to try.”
She gave him a worried look and said softly, “You can’t tell anyone.”
He tried to look sincere and offered, “Who would I tell? You’re safe with me.”

Caitlin gave him one more probing look, then stood and pushed her shorts down in one move, and then settled back onto his thigh. He could feel a wet spot where her pussy pressed hotly into his skin, and he pulled the token towel away from his lap. “Straddle both my legs and work on my chest some more.” She lifted her knee from between his thighs and moved it outside his hips, and sat down again. She planted both palms flat on his chest and leaned against his muscles, in the process pushing herself back against his hips and groin. He moaned softy and pushed up against her. “This is more like the Thai massages I’ve hard about.”
She closed her eyes and continued sliding back and forth against him. “I knew it! When you walked out naked…”
He pushed with a rhythm, trying to beak her concentration. His cock was slick with her pussy drool and he was rubbing against her furiously, riding between her lips.
She breathed heavily. “Our hour is up, and I’v already done more than I should. We need to stop.”
Randal placed his hands on her hips and encouraged the grind. “Don’t be like that. Don’t you want a good tip?” He rolled his hips back and forth, angling his cock so the head poked and prodded against her.
“It feels like you’re already trying to give me the tip. Mmm, I shouldn’t be doing this. My boyfriend…”
“Your boyfriend isn’t here right now. And neither is my girlfriend.” With that, he pushed harder and drove his cock into her gasping pussy. Her eyes flew open in alarm and she blurted out, “This isn’t what we talked about! I can’t… we shouldn’t…”, but her hips rocked with enthusiasm and she made no move towards pulling away.
“Just like Thailand,” he groaned, “only without all the soapy water. Rub me with that wet cunt!” He reached up and pinched her stiff nipples through the tank top. She clenched tight and shuddered on his cock, stifling a cry of orgasm. He pushed and drove, determined to break her composure. His scrotum slapped loudly and wetly against her split groin and as he throbbed in anticipation, she moaned loud and low. He tightened and contracted, then drove as deeply as he could reach to burst in pleasure inside her pulsing cunt.
She cried out in surprise, but her cunt milked him like it was hungry for each drop. When the pulsing subsided, she stood up from his hips, fluid dribbling down her thighs and one drop splattering on him. She picked up her shorts and headed towards the bathroom, saying over her shoulder, “The tip jar is on the table next to the stereo.”

1 Comment

  1. wow

    However I think unprotected sex is not that smart…hot story anyhow.

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