“How do you do it ..?” she asks softly.
“How do I do what?” I ask, somewhat surprised.
“How do you keep so calm? Men are very sexual creatures. If it was my husband doing to another woman what you are doing to me, he would never have been able to contain himself.”
“Well, this is my job. I do my best to keep it professional.” I answer. “One gets used to it if you do it almost every day. But then, a man is a man. Only human…” If only she could see my giant erection peeping at her from my pants…
I keep massaging her boobs lightly, her hands still over mine. She makes no attempt to stop me.
“And you ..?” I ask after a while.
“What about me?” she asks, a slightly puzzled look on her face.
“Are women not also sexual creatures?” I ask. “Are you saying that what I am doing has no effect on you whatsoever?” I immediately realize that I have broken one of my most important rules – ‘Never get personal with the clients!’. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that.” I try to do damage repair.
“It’s OK. No harm done.” She thinks for a moment. “Well … I would be lying if I said that I do not find what you are doing very erotic. But I do believe that women are better than men when it comes to self-control. ”
We’ll see if it’s true … I massage her boobs with greater intensity. She is now breathing heavily through an open mouth. Then, with an audible sigh, she removes her hands from and places her arms on the table next to her.
Bingo! I take that as a sign of surrender. Now I have free access to her glorious, slippery breasts which are now slipping around elusively in my hands. Heaven!
She puts her hands lightly over mine again. “You are not massaging, mister. You are caressing.” she whispers.
“Ma’am, are you trying to tell me how to do my job?” I joke. She just smiles and relaxes. She removes her hands again.
I try to roll and tug her nipples between my fingers, but they are too slippery and slips out evasively with every effort. She moans lightly and seems to enjoy my futile efforts. I decided to rather tickle them with my fingertips. It certainly has the desired effect. She moans louder now and gasps every now and then.
I take my hands out from under the top, push my hard-on back into my pants and stand beside her again. I pour a hefty dose of oil on her thighs and the front of her panties. As with her top, the panties become completely transparent. The enormous hard-on in my pants insist on getting in on the action but I resist the temptation to take it out again.
I open her legs slightly. She cooperates nicely. She might as well have been lying there buck naked! These panties do not have the double gusset lining like normal ones. As a result her fleshy, shaven pussy lips with prominent inner labia are clearly visible beneath the dark, neatly trimmed bushy triangle above it. Her hair color certainly does not come from a bottle … I can even see her erect clit peeping shyly from under its hood.
I start massaging her left thigh with one hand on the outside and my other on the soft, smooth inside. I massage the muscles of her inner thigh, higher and higher. She clenches her fists as I get closer to the forbidden fruit. Her chest heaves up and down as she breathes heavily.
I slip the side of my hand into her groin. She gasps as I make contact with her soft, covered pussy lip. Her hand shoots over her cunt for protection. I ignore her and rub more aggressive in her groin against the fleshy pussy lip. Her hand blocks any closer access to her pussy. I repeat the process with the other leg. A short time later, apparently satisfied that I was not an opportunistic pervert with evil ideas, but I just doing my job, she removes her hand and relaxes. I take it as a signal that she’s OK with it.
I stand next to her waist and stroke her underbelly with lazy, light circular movements. Then I slide my hands down over her panties and place my index fingers back in her groin on either side of her pussy. I rub up and down and make sure that my fingers touch the outsides of her pussy lips in the process. She breathes heavily. I squeeze her pussy lips together so that her hard clit is caught between the soft flesh and rub hard and fast up and down. This way I massage her clit with her pussy lips. Her hand shoots out, but hangs above the action, the fingers straight and stretched open. Then she clenches her fist tightly and removes her hand. Her body begins to move very lightly against the motion of my hands.
Then I stop. I pour more oil on my hands and slip them into her panties over her hips, staying well away from her pussy. Her hand shoots out again, but then she drops it her realizing that I am restricting my movements to her hips. But of course not for long. I move my hands in ever growing circles until they come dangerously close to her pussy inside the panties. This motion causes the panties to move down slightly. The black triangle of pubic hair begins to show above the panties.
Gradually I work my hands to right next to her pussy. Her stomach muscles tighten in anticipation. I slide my index fingers back into her groin and gently massage up and down. Immediately her hand covers her pussy. The panties move even further down as I deliberately massage downwards. She realizes what is happening and removes her hand from her pussy to pull up her panties. She holds on to the front of her panties to prevent it from sliding down as I massage her groin. Again I press her puffy outer lips tightly together again, rubbing her clit with it, but deliberately staying away from her labia minora. She squeezes her legs together tightly. She moans and move her hips lightly against my hands. She is smoking hot! I slip my hand over her pussy and press her outer lips tightly together around her clit again, but this time only with my thumb and middle finger of my right hand. My hand moves quickly up and down while her body is squirming against it. For all practical purposes you could say that I’m jerking her off using her pussy lips. Then I spread her pussy lips with the same fingers to expose her clit. I tickle the pink button very lightly with the tip of my index finger. Her hips are squirming against my hand.
I stop and put my fingers into the top elastic band of her panties on either side of her hips and pulls lightly downwards. “May I …” I ask softly.
“You cannot be serious!” she snaps at me as she comes to her senses. “You want to take my panties off..?!”
“The panties are in the way. I just want to pull it down a little so that I can massage you properly.” I push my luck. She lifts her butt slightly and I pull the panties out from under her buttocks while she is still holding on to the front.
“OK. Enough!” she says firmly. I stop. She lets go of the front of her panties and it shoots down slightly so that her short, dark bush is showing again.
“Turn on your side.” I say. She obeys. Her hand moves down to pull the panties back up. I’m too quick for her. Before she even manages to touch her panties, I am already massaging her naked butt. She leaves the panties and tries to cover her naked butt with her hand instead. I ignore the hand and simply work around it, massaging her bare buttocks one at a time with both hands. I massage and knead her buttocks in turn with the side of my hand deep into the crack of her buttocks. Her hand remains lightly over mine. My hand slides deliberately lower in the groove of her buttocks until my fingers come to rest on her soft, puffy pussy lips. Her hand shoots to my wrist. “No!” she says firmly and pulls my hand away. I accept it.
“Turn on your back.” I say. She obeys, but do not pull the panties back up. Her bush is still showing above the panties. I assume that she is not aware of it because she is still blindfolded. “OK, we are now going to do a few leg stretches.” I inform her.
“OK.” she whispered softly, her chest still heaving.
I lift her legs so that her calves lie on my shoulders. Then I push them far forward to stretch the hamstrings. I keep them there for a few seconds. Then I look down. Wow! The panties have moved further down her legs. Just above her bare buttocks lies the most beautiful pussy with its pink, puffy lips. I almost come in my pants! I stretch her legs wider. Her glistening inner lips open slightly.
It’s as if she knows what I’m looking at. Her hand suddenly slips over her pussy to cover it. She raises her hips slightly and pulls the panties up with her other hand.
I do a few more stretches. She gradually relaxes and her hand is now lying loosely over her pussy, her labia clearly visible through the thin oil-drenched crotch of the panties.
I put my hands on either side of hers and her work on her groin again with my thumbs. My fingers briefly touches her pussy lips every now and again. Her hand closes firmly over her pussy in defense of my assault. I lift it up and put it down next to her. She sighs but does not object. Her hips begin to move gently to the rhythm of my thumbs. I press them firmer into her groin and pull hard to the outer side. Her pussy lips open slightly under the transparent panties. I pull my thumbs to and fro repeatedly with my hands on her inner thighs. My hard cock wants to erupt at the sight of her pussy lips opening and closing. She groans loudly now, her head rolling slowly from side to side.
Then I stop and stand up. “Will you excuse me for a moment? I need to get some stuff from my office next door.”
“Okay.” she says breathlessly. I walk into the office and get my Magic Wand vibrator on the shelf. My eye catches the monitors of the security cameras on the opposite wall. I quickly check to see if Jess is OK. She is lying on her side with her back to my office. She is still wearing the eye mask. Unfortunately for her she is facing straight to the security camera, her one hand over her chest and the other over her pussy. Why would she be covering up when I am not even there? I zoom in on her chest. Her hand is moving under the top, her fingers pulling and rolling her erect nipple. Wow! I zoom in on her belly. As if she knows I’m watching, she spreads her legs. Her other hand is inside the panties and her fingers are fluttering under the thin material as she plays with her clit. I almost cum right there! I press the HD Record button on the panel and zoom out so that the whole massage table fills the screen. My cock is so hard that it hurts!
I watch her for a while and then head towards the massage room. There is no way that I would allow her to cum without me being present. To save her any embarrassment, I cough lightly, wait a few moments and then enter the room. She lies still on her back with her arms relaxed at her sides as if nothing has happened.
“Everything still OK, Jess?” I ask.