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He waits for her, naked under the sheet in the massage room. She had told him some time ago that she preferred her clients to be naked; it allowed for better access. Not that she'd ever touched his cock and he knew she never would.
Someone had asked her if she'd provide a happy ending and she'd said no. This she had told him, and probably all other clients as well, as a preventive measure. The message was: don't even ask.
Still, the sessions were charged with erotic tension and he had to practise restraint.
She enters the room but he doesn't see her as he is lying prone on the massage table, with his arms hanging down because the table is rather narrow. She pulls the sheet down to his arse and starts applying warm oil with her latex gloved hands. Then she starts to push and pull and when she moves around she rubs up against his arms and it takes a lot of willpower not to rub her leg back as it slides across his hand.
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When she gets to his midsection, she gently pats his arse but doesn't touch the crack. She then covers his back and lifts the sheet off his legs. She massages his calves and thighs and her fingers stop just short of his balls. He silently wills her to touch them but telepathy has never been one of his strong points.
She then asks him to roll over on his back and while he does so, she holds the sheet up in order not to look at his cock. He once remarked that he didn't mind if she saw it but she told him it was a professional thing. He conceded that point. He, however, gets a glimpse of her as he rolls over and sees that she's wearing a thin İzmit Escort Bayan (https://izmit.pompaci.net/) white top, moist with oil and her nipples are visible through it. He manages to keep his cool.
She places a piece of cloth across his eyes and starts working on his chest and swaying his neck to and fro. It's a bit painful but he knows it's for his own good so he doesn't whinge.
His cock is now rock hard and he knows she can see it through the sheet. He imagines she can see how it throbs and he hopes she will touch it when she works her way down his body; just a brush of her fingertips against it would make him come but she steers past it as always.
He lies perfectly still as she rubs the front of his legs and then it's over. She tells him to wait there for a while and relax before he leaves and then he hears the door close.
He removes the cloth from his eyes and then pulls the sheets off. He looks down at his throbbing cock and wants to touch Escort İzmit (https://izmit.pompaci.net/) it to finish himself off but he doesn't. He then starts fantasising about how things would go if she touched him; if she wanked him off or gave him a blow job or straddled him and fucked him.
He wants to scream and wank himself off but in his mind his arms are tied to the massage table and he doesn't move.
He feels his load start its way up his shaft and the cock throbs even more forcefully a couple of times before his load shoots out; the first rope of semen reaches his face and he licks it off his lips. The second rope lands on his chest and the third one on his stomach. He runs his fingers through the cum on his belly and then licks his fingers clean. When he has cleaned up all the sticky liquid like that, he sits up and pulls on his shorts and tee shirt.
She is sitting in an easy chair in her lounge when he leaves the bedroom and he sees that she is flustered. Has she been masturbating there since she left him in the massage room? Is it possible that she wants him as much as he wants her during those sessions.
He knows he will never dare ask her and neither will she ask him.
He pays her, says goodbye and leaves.
Someone had asked her if she'd provide a happy ending and she'd said no. This she had told him, and probably all other clients as well, as a preventive measure. The message was: don't even ask.
Still, the sessions were charged with erotic tension and he had to practise restraint.
She enters the room but he doesn't see her as he is lying prone on the massage table, with his arms hanging down because the table is rather narrow. She pulls the sheet down to his arse and starts applying warm oil with her latex gloved hands. Then she starts to push and pull and when she moves around she rubs up against his arms and it takes a lot of willpower not to rub her leg back as it slides across his hand.
When she lifts his arm İzmit Escort (https://izmit.pompaci.net/) and pushes it across his back, he can feel her breasts rubbing against it; she is wearing something thin and he can feel there is no bra. This happens again when she does his other arm and he finds this touching extremely arousing.
When she gets to his midsection, she gently pats his arse but doesn't touch the crack. She then covers his back and lifts the sheet off his legs. She massages his calves and thighs and her fingers stop just short of his balls. He silently wills her to touch them but telepathy has never been one of his strong points.
She then asks him to roll over on his back and while he does so, she holds the sheet up in order not to look at his cock. He once remarked that he didn't mind if she saw it but she told him it was a professional thing. He conceded that point. He, however, gets a glimpse of her as he rolls over and sees that she's wearing a thin İzmit Escort Bayan (https://izmit.pompaci.net/) white top, moist with oil and her nipples are visible through it. He manages to keep his cool.
She places a piece of cloth across his eyes and starts working on his chest and swaying his neck to and fro. It's a bit painful but he knows it's for his own good so he doesn't whinge.
His cock is now rock hard and he knows she can see it through the sheet. He imagines she can see how it throbs and he hopes she will touch it when she works her way down his body; just a brush of her fingertips against it would make him come but she steers past it as always.
He lies perfectly still as she rubs the front of his legs and then it's over. She tells him to wait there for a while and relax before he leaves and then he hears the door close.
He removes the cloth from his eyes and then pulls the sheets off. He looks down at his throbbing cock and wants to touch Escort İzmit (https://izmit.pompaci.net/) it to finish himself off but he doesn't. He then starts fantasising about how things would go if she touched him; if she wanked him off or gave him a blow job or straddled him and fucked him.
He wants to scream and wank himself off but in his mind his arms are tied to the massage table and he doesn't move.
He feels his load start its way up his shaft and the cock throbs even more forcefully a couple of times before his load shoots out; the first rope of semen reaches his face and he licks it off his lips. The second rope lands on his chest and the third one on his stomach. He runs his fingers through the cum on his belly and then licks his fingers clean. When he has cleaned up all the sticky liquid like that, he sits up and pulls on his shorts and tee shirt.
She is sitting in an easy chair in her lounge when he leaves the bedroom and he sees that she is flustered. Has she been masturbating there since she left him in the massage room? Is it possible that she wants him as much as he wants her during those sessions.
He knows he will never dare ask her and neither will she ask him.
He pays her, says goodbye and leaves.