It's all her fault, you understand? None of this would have ever happened if my wife had not dared me to climb onto that massage chair...
Let me explain a bit. My wife is an artsy person who likes to have big scrap-booking socials. Naturally, most of the time I get babysitting duty those nights, but on occasion I dodge the bullet and get a night to myself.
On this particular night, I was out and about, doing some running as well as having fun, when I realized I was about to pass the place where she was having her social, and decided to drop in. As one would expect, it was packed with women from all walks of life how wanted to enjoy the evening with like minded friends.
It was full of chatter, food and fun. I spotted my wife and walked over , saying hello to familiar faces as I passed by. I sat by her and chatted for a couple of minutes, asking how things were going, if she was having fun, you know , the usual stuff.
It was at this point that she pointed out that she had something special at this meeting. Since this was a longer social (about 5 hours), she had a friend come in who had a massage shop, offering all the ladies a chance to treat themselves to a nice massage. Needless to say this was very popular.
I was on the point of leaving when she suggested I try it myself. Not wanting to have to turn in my man card, I declined and turned to leave again. She smirked up at me and said "You might actually like it...try it, I dare you." With some of her friends watching, I agreed and headed to the back room where the massages were taking place. She followed me in and introduced me to her friend.
Her name was Heather...and let me say, dear reader, she was no porn star. She was attractive in the face, plump, and very nice, but she was not going to make the cover of Elle anytime soon. As my wife headed out, Heather led me to her chair and had me sit, adjusting my position till I was comfy. The lights were very low and she had soft music playing....sort of the spa feel. She chatted pleasantly for a second, then she begin to work her magic.
Wow....that was the word I would choose to describe what her well trained hands and fingers were doing to my shoulders and back in those first few minutes. Having never done this before, I was totally unprepared for the feel of what this woman was doing to me. I closed my eyes and let my self drift. I was vaguely aware of my wife coming in to see how I was doing but aside from a mumbled response that I was doing fine, I was in La-La land.
I was feeling nice and comfy when I realized that my cock had started to grow a bit hard. Thankful that I was facing the seat, I tried to relaxed and lose it, but the more she rubbed and kneaded, the harder I got.
Remember, I never had looked at her in that way. She was not even on my radar, but as she worked, I found myself very turned on and wondering what those hands could do else where. You can imagine my horror when she asked me to turn around and face her so she could work the front of my shoulders.
I took a couple of breaths and decided to chance it. Hey, it was very dark, and she was just doing the shoulders. What could happen? As I stood up and turned around, she had leaned over to get something... and my heart caught in my throat as I felt my hard cock push against her soft rear.
I froze, not wanting to freak her out, but not wanting that amazing feeling to end. Then I realized that she was frozen in place like me. With a slight moan, I moved and sat in the chair. She straightened slowly, finally turned and faced me. Without a word she began to massage my shoulders as planned.
She wouldn't look me in the eye at first while she worked but when she finally did, there was a strange light in her eye. She mumbled something about needed a better angle and proceeded to straddle my legs, squatting slightly as she did.
At first there was no contact, but after a minute she lowered herself, working all the time, till I felt her crotch lightly brush my bulge. Her hands shook slightly when that happened.... then I felt the brush again. This time it was slower, more deliberate. Our eyes met and her hands stopped moving. Her crotch remained in contact with my now throbbing jean covered cock.
Still looking into her eyes, I placed my hands on her hips and gently, slowly, pulled her down, her crotch pressing harder against me. My gasp was mirrored by her own as her hips instinctively began to rock, grinding my cock as she begin to dry hump me. Her eyes closed, and she lay her head on my shoulder.
I was in heaven. Her motions were sending pure pleasure through my entire body. She continued this for a minute or two, softly moaning, then I slowly slid my hands up and under her shirt...I felt the delicious texture of her smooth warm flesh under my finger tips as they traveled up her sides. Soon I felt the silky material of her bra.
She leaned back a bit as I slid my hands forward, cupping her ample breast in each hand, feeling the weight in my palms. I reach around and undid the fastener, loosening her bra and allowing my hands to slip in and caress her naked breasts.
Mmmmmm...I can still feel the warm skin--her nipples so hard under my thumbs--her breathing which was every bit as ragged as mine. This whole time her hips never stopped moving. Her shirt was up to her neck, allowing me to see her tits in all their glory. I leaned and caught one nipple with my lips, sucking on it as she moaned. Her arms wrapped around my head crushing me to her breast as I sucked and licked.
At this point I decided to go for it. I slid a hand down her side and into the waist band of the sweats she wore for work. I slid them in further, feeling my hand pass the waist band of her panties. Realizing what I was doing, she scooted back, allowing me access between her legs. My hand slid further down...over her belly...through her light bush.... she moaned as my finger found the top of her slit....and slid between the slippery lips of her very wet pussy.
I found her clit and started to rub it in the manner my wife loves so well. Her moans soon became gasps. Before I knew it, she was fumbling at my jeans, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper, reaching in and pulling out my raging cock. As I fingered her clit, her hand slid up and down my shaft.
I made like I wanted to pull her pants off but she shook her head, motioning to the door, beyond which, so many women were mere feet away. She smiled and continued to stroke me, humping my hand in encouragement. I wasn't long till I felt that familiar urgency building up in my loins.
I looked at her, and told her I was close. She just smiled and continued to stroke me cock all the harder as I finger fucked her soaked cunt. All to soon I hit my peak and with a grunt and a groan, I came harder than I had in a long time, pouring out streams of white hot cock cream on her belly and tits.
Her legs clamped down painfully on my hand as she came, her juices coating it as she shook. After a minute, we both came back down to earth. We begin to clean up and had just gotten ourselves straitened up when my wife stuck her head inside.
"Enjoy yourself?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah." I replied," You were right about me liking it."
"You should try her full massage at her shop if you liked the sample one here."
Lucky for us , the low light hid the blush....
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