“So, Sheryl said you have some issues with your neck and upper back?”
Even her voice is perfect. My eyes move up her legs as she starts to oil me up. She’s slim, but the hips on her…I don’t see any panty lines. Is she even wearing any? Maybe this girl’s not as innocent as she seems.
“Yeah, I carry a lot of my tension there,” I tell her as she starts to work on me.
“Must be because you’re so tall,” she replies. “How tall are you anyway?”
“Six-four,” I reply. She makes a little “mmm” sound of approval that causes me to grin. Who knows where this will end up, but she’s got great hands on her – almost as good as Galina’s. All she needs is a little coaching.
And all I need is a little more…
Yeah, I know I said I was just looking for a masseuse, but that was before I met Jennie. Christ, she’s gorgeous. I don’t even want to put my head down into the cushion. I just want to keep my eyes on her and explore every inch of her body. Shit, I’d switch places with her right now just to get my hands on her.
My cock is aching. I’m so hard I have to raise my hips slightly off the table just to relieve some of the pressure. Jennie notices.
“You all right?” she asks. “Carry some tension in that booty, too?”
“Just…getting comfortable,” I reply. I can tell by the length of the pause she takes that she isn’t that innocent; she gets what I’m saying but chooses to stay professional.
“So what happened to your last masseuse? Sheryl said something about her leaving the country?”
“Back to Russia,” I reply. “A shame too. She was good. The only gal who knew how to work my kinks out.”
Jennie digs right into my neck with her thumbs, causing me to groan with relief as I feel the stress starting to slip from my body. Of course, another area is having a completely opposite reaction.
She’s working on my legs when it happens.
It’s delicate and could be read as a complete mistake, but the tips of two of her fingers gently brush up my inner thighs and against my balls.
My body instantly responds.
Did she mean to do that? I almost glance up at her, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. If it was a mistake, it will only make things worse. And if it wasn’t a mistake, my acknowledging it will ruin the moment.
“That’s it!” she says happily. “Let me wipe you down with a hot towel.”
That’s it? My mind’s racing as she cleans me up. Every primal instinct I have is telling me to spin around, grab her, throw her down on the table and fuck her pretty little brains out.
But if I’m misreading the situation…
I sit up, but as I do, I let the sheet that’s been draped over my midsection bunch up and make no attempt to straighten it. I’m so hard it hurts and there’s no hiding it.
“You got the job.”
Jennie may be a consummate professional, but her cheeks go red and her eyes flash with excitement. “R—really?”
“You’re damn right,” I tell her. “But there’s just one more thing you have to do for me.”
She knows what’s coming, but she plays innocent. “Wha—what’s that?”
I reach out and slide my hand around her back and pull her to me. “This.”
And I kiss her.
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