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Her first massageI go at least once a week, sometimes twice. He makesme feel so . . . beautiful. His hands slowly andfirmly molding over my entire body often brushingintimate areas. When I arrived for my first visit, hetold me “take off your panties, I won’t be able toreach under them.” I knew I had checked full bodymassage, but I was certainly raising my eye brows overthat comment. He always starts by running his smooth dry hands overmy back and neck. I’m immediately reassured afterwaiting naked under the thin sheet in his dim room. Soft music plays leading off into the sound of theocean or the wind. I day dream that he is my lover,he’s hands warm up with the lightly scented oil he issmoothing over my body. He works my right side next. My shoulders and back ache for his hands to sooth them. After my back, he moves to my legs. He lifts thesheet high and I know he’s looking at my body. Mybottom is impudently unabashed under his gaze. Headjusts the sheet to reveal only one cheek at a time. He massages my buttocks with the care of a lover. Hishand cups, then delves into the hollow between my legscareful, but not too careful that he not touch anyplace too intimate. He works down one leg andheavenly over my foot. His hands then push from myankle to my buttocks and off the side of my hipcausing my bottom to reveal itself a little more. Hecovers that leg and walks around me, keeping his handon my back patting and reassuring. He exposes my leftbuttocks and the ritual begins again. This time hishand comes up between my legs striving it would seemto massage my whole leg thoroughly to my center. Imove my legs apart. His fingers brush over my pubichair and the lips beneath. I smile slightly into myhollow face rest. I feel my body react to his touchand my legs move ever so carefully to give him betteraccess. I’m wet, but unsure if he intended it that ornot. I’m always wet when I leave his office.Today is a little different. He tells me he’s had adream about me. He was dreaming of an ancient nativeAmerican civilization and when he looked at one of thewomen and his vision cleared, he found himself lookingat me. He lifts the sheet again and asks me to turnover onto my back. Normally he lifts the sheet fromthe edge that’s farthest from him to protect mymodesty. This time he lifts the sheet from the sidethat’s karaman escort closest to him and watches as I turn over onhis table. My nipples are hard and poke conspicuouslythrough the sheet. He stands near my head and massagesmy chest above my breasts. “Does that feel good?” he asks. “yes, thank you. It really does.” I reply “that’s good” he tells me “I’m just here to make youfeel good.” With that statement, his hands movebetween my breasts and massage my ribs. His forearmsare carefully caressing my hard nipples. My breath isa little short, I think I understand what he wantsfrom me. I moan a little in surrender, then place myhands on his body above my head and caress his framefrom waist to shoulders and down his arms. His handscontinue avoiding my breasts and I was sure he wasasking to touch. Now I’m unsure again. I apologize. Hesays please don’t, I just want to make you feel good. “don’t tempt me.” I say, “you’re in my dreams also,just not so innocently as I am in your dream.” “really?” He says. I laugh in response. “tell me.”He says. “I’m sorry, I really can’t.” “I think I canguess.” He replies. “It’s okay, tell me where you want my hands.” Hecoaxes me. My eyes open and I say “I really can’t John. i’m too shy” “here?” he says as his hands move to my breasts andcontinue massaging. Arching up to his hands, I canonly say “yes.” His mouth moves to my nipple and suckles there whilehe continues massaging. I openly caress him now. Moving my hand down his buttocks thinking that I cannow make my fantasy come true. Week after week I cometo him and leave on fire. Each time he massages my back and neck while standing directly in front of my head, I want so much to unzip his trousers and sliphim into my mouth while he continues to massage. Forweeks I’ve been thinking about this and strokingmyself. Jeff’s touch is dismally so far and fewbetween. My hand moves across the front of his pants as hetries to breathe evenly and pay equal attention toboth of my breasts. He’s rock hard and straining. I squeeze gently, but firmly. His hand moves to mypubic hair. I bring my knees up and open my legs forhim. His fingers part me as if he has already knownme in this manner and thrusts deeply to his surpriseas I am soaking wet for him already. He has to pause now, his breath is broken while hefights escort karaman for control. I smooth my hand over his backcomfortingly. His fingers continue stroking me. I’mcompletely swollen and awash. His mouth is momentsfrom mine, but he continues to fight for control. Finally he kisses me, I’m going to come. His tongueis thick and warm as it presses into my mouth with thesame stroke his fingers are using between my otherlips. He breaks away with the same unsteady breathsand asks if he may taste me. My body is beginning tocontract around his fingers. My eyes are havingtrouble focusing so I close them and feel them roll upand away from reality. I hear the ocean in thedistance as he puts his face between my legs andgreedily laps my juices. I come on his face . . .quietly, like the sounds of the wind coming from the small surround sound system in his dim office. He stands up again and grabs my hand and places it on his erection under his unopened trousers and presses itthere hard while he fights for control. Finally, heplaces my hand respectfully at my side and smooths thesheet once again over my body. “Are you alright?” he whispers. “yes.” I smile slightly in return. “I have to go now” he says. “I know” I reply. “you’ll be okay?” he asks. “yes, don’t worry. I’ll be okay.” I smileagain. He leaves me to pull on my clothing slowly in the darkness to the sound of mellow jazz. I haven’t gone in forever. But I went last night. I was so sore. Laying down on the bed I was in pain. When he got into the room, he patted my back reassuringly and then adjusted the face rest. I was whimpering a little with the pain of laying so flat. He was saying, “it’s going to be alright, I’m going to try to help.” I was also laughing at myself, but I was hurting. As always, I nearly tuck the sheet completely around my nude body before he comes into the room. And as always, he, without saying anything, patiently disengages the sheet and pulls it down over my back so just a hint of my bottom is showing. It gives me the feeling of a lover removing my clothing before he loves me. He doesn’t ask, just disrobes me without saying a word. I lie still and let him without protesting at this point. He tries to start on my lower back as I’ve told him that hurts the most at the moment, but it’s too painful and I’m karaman escort bayan almost breathless with the discomfort. Instead he orders a heat pack from his assistant and moves to my shoulders and neck. The heat on my back and his comforting stroking is making me sleepy and emotional. It felt so good. After a long while working on my mid and high back, neck and shoulders, my lower back had stopped spasming and he was able to work on it. He moved the heat pack to my thigh and smoothed the pain away again and again until I was glowing. i’m not always able to keep from voicing my pleasure quietly. He then moved to the top of my head and stroked long strokes down toward my bottom several times getting closer and closer to the sheet. Finally his hands stopped teasing and slipped under the sheet to cup my bottom gently, then getting bolder with each stroke from my shoulders until he reached completely between my legs to feel me lightly, teasing the thin curls there. I was at his disposal. Languid and trusting, I let him do with me whatever he wanted after taking the pain way. He moved to my side and folded the sheet below my bottom, gently placing some small kisses on each cheek as he exposed me. He then proceeded to work on my back as if he just needed the view to continue. I was wet and my bottom felt a little disappointed that he was paying attention to my back, until I felt his erection on my arm as he worked and I was a little comforted, but knew our time was soon over and I waited for his lead. After a while, he asked me to turn over. My nipples, like the rest of my body were straining for his attention. He put a pillow under my knees for comfort and adjusted the sheet professionally below my breasts as if I had not already given him permission to be my lover. He then bent to my breast closest to him, his mouth closing over my nipple, I arch up for him and his hand moved again between my legs under the sheet. I opened for him a little shyly. His eyes were on me while his mouth and hand continued to pleasure me. It occurred to me then again that he knew me better than some of my lovers in the past knew me even after being with me for a long time. He doesn’t just wish to touch the places that will give him pleasure. He seeks to know every part of my body and I’m scared and taken at the same time and always a little helpless under his ministrations. I was 20 minutes over my time before his mouth ever touched me. Our time was over before anyone was satisfied, but I was not in as much pain and able to sleep better than I had for days.

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