As his strong hands skillfully massaged my ass, his fingers and thumbs working the tight muscles, my breathing deepened.

I know he is just trying to work out the knots. Trying to help me relax - there nothing sexual in his touch or demeanour - but it is sensual as all hell.

As his fingers dug to my flesh, I opened my legs slightly. I told myself it was to give him room to work. To make it easier for him.

He paused for a moment as I spread my legs for him. I could see his face in the full wall mirror opposite me - he was weighing his professionalism against the sight of my bare pussy coming into view before him.

A trickle of shame ran through me - taunting this gorgeous man as he rubs me down - I want his hands to touch all of me. To explore and tantalize. To push deep into my pussy, that was getting wet just thinking of what I wished he might do.

Fuck I am too eager for this Adonis to touch me.

He didn’t pause for long - glancing at the mirror, our eyes met. He smiled ever so slightly - making me blush and - God help me - spread my legs even wider for him.

He squirted fresh coconut oil into his palm - the scent of it triggering memories of all the massages he has given in the past. Making me anxious for his hands to be on me again

His strong hands pressed into my thigh, just about my knee. Working deep into my aching muscles - he slowing worked up my left leg.

I had hoped, after that eye contact, that he had gotten my subtle message. That he would go straight to my pussy and work his magic on me.

As wonderful as his touch is, it isn’t what I need right now. I let out a disappointed sigh - trying to let my fantasies go and just enjoy the touch of this beautiful man.

He worked up my thigh slowly, kneading every muscle, digging deep for every knot. I grunted and sighed unapologetically as he did his magic to my thigh.

He reached the top of my thigh - his fingers tracing the crease of my ass - a little too tenderly to be therapeutic. Following that line all the way down he gently ran his fingers close to my sex. His feather light touches teasing the sensitive skin of my lips.

A sigh escaped my lips - but it sounded more like a moan when it hit my ears.

Then he stopped and got more oil. The bottle making that almost empty noise as he drained it into his hand.

My heart was racing at the thoughts of all that oil being worked into my pussy - of him massaging me delicately.

My heart sank as he started to work just above my other knee.

Just fantasies. Just fantasies…. I reminded myself. He is what? Twenty five? Chiseled jaw, amazing definition on his tight body. Not body builder big - not all veiny and bulging. But tight, defined and strong. The kinda guy you look at and just know that he could pick you up and happily fuck you against the wall.

Working with the same relentless professionalism he eased my knots and tensions from my other leg. Thats the end of the massage - he will cover me with that thin sheet and then leave the room.

I shouldn’t be disappointed. I know that. But fuck me, I really was.

His hands traced the crease of my other ass cheek… following it between my legs.

My heart leapt as his gently fingers explored my aching lips.

“Mrs. Hill,” he said softly. “I think I have done all I can - for your muscles.”

I swallowed hard, “Thank-you Stephan. That was wonderful.” Then God help me - I spread my legs a bit wider - as wide as I could without them falling off of the table.

I could see him in the full wall mirror. He was staring at my pussy. His hand just resting on my lips - not moving - frozen with indecision. The loose fitting track pants were doing nothing to hide his bulge.

This young god wanted to touched me. He was excited and turned on by my pussy. At the mere thought of touching me - in a non- professional capacity.

It made me feel like a naughty minx - teasing this gorgeous man.

I saw him swallow hard. His eyes flicking up to the mirror.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Hill?” He asked politely, clearly fighting to keep professional.

I pushed my hips against his hand. Rocking my hips slowly against his strong fingers. His oily fingers brushing my slit. Moaning I pushed back even more.

Staring into his eyes through the mirror I rocked my hips - his finger easing between my wet lips. His innocent eyes went wide as his head snapped down between my legs - watching his fingers as my lips welcomed him in.

I let out a contented sigh, his fingers resting just inside my parted lips.

“Be a dear,” I purred, waiting for his eyes to meet mine in the mirror. I gave him my best sultry smile when he met my eyes. “Be a dear and massage my pussy for me.”

Fuuuck! I am never so bold. So eager. I closed my eyes and laid my head down on the massage table. My heart pounding I waited with mounting dread. The seconds stretched out. He didn’t move. Didn’t say anything. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.

“Mrs. Hill,” Stephan said hesitantly. “This sort of massage isn’t really part of my training. I don’t know that Management, would be happy with me if I was to charge you for services I am not licensed in.”

Articulate. Factual. Professional. And yet it was resounding no. And it stung.

His fingers moved back and forth in my slit. Gently oiling my lips.

“So I am sure that you will understand, that this particular service, won’t be itemized on your bill,” Stephan continued.

Stephan delicately massaged one lip. Working his strong fingers up and down the lip - languidly rubbing it between his two fingers. One on the inside - one on the outside.

“Of course,” I said with a little moan. “I understand.”

Stephan massaged my other lip. Slowly, ever so slowly, taking his time. Melting me like butter into his hands.

His fingers traced around and over my inner lips. Gently squeezing them in his fingers - sending tingles up my spine.

I let out a shuttering breath. The boy has skills.

His hand rested on the small of my back and his other hand teased my pussy. Putting a little pressure on my back - to get my attention - I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“You might feel a little pressure,” Stephan said calmly, “it is alright and expected.” He eased two strong fingers into my pussy.

My eyes closing involuntarily as my mouth hung open. Breathing out a deep sigh.

His fingers went deeper than I thought possible - stretching me and filling me wonderfully. Carefully, Stephan’s fingers explored and massage me from the inside.

Finding sensitive spots I never knew I had. Reading my moans and squirms - he expertly teased me - building my mounting orgasm higher and higher.

He put a little pressure on my back again - making me look up again. I was little more than sentient jello at this point.

“A little pressure again,” he said reassuringly.

I felt his oily thumb slid into my ass. “Uuuugn,” I moaned. Rocking his hand back and forth - he would push his fingers in or his thumb in. “Ooooh, fuck! That is really nice, Stephan.”

“Thank-you, Mrs. Hill.”

I was moaning and writhing, pleasure running through me and building up. I thought I was going to cum a few times - but I could just never get there.

“I think I am going to need you to roll over for me, Mrs. Hill,” Stephan said in his professional deep voice.

I didn’t open my eyes. I just rolled over - letting the thin sheet fall to the floor.

“Much better,” Stephen said softly.

I guess I just expected him to keep massaging me. His hands so strong and skillful. So it was a surprise when I felt his tongue graze my clit.

His tongue swirled and danced over my clit. I wished there was a mirror on the ceiling so I could watch him lick me.

My fingers found his hair and ran over his scalp.

“Yes! Yes! Ooooh - FUCK!” His tongue easily broke through the plateau I was stuck on. My hips bucking wildly as my thighs squished his head in place. “Uuuuuugh…. Ooooh…” a massive orgasm rolled through me. The kind that has after shocks and leaves you twitching and wanting more hours from now.

“That was amazing, Stephen,” I said breathlessly.

“Glad I could be of service,” he said with pride.

I reached out and ran my fingers over the bulge in his pants. My fingers finding a wet spot where his precum had soaked through.

“I guess all that is left, is for me to… take care of the tip,” I smiled.

Stephan’s smile grew wide. He pushed himself into my hand and let out a little moan. “That sounds awesome, but sadly, I think we are out of time, Mrs. Hill.” Stephan gave me a wink then covered me back up with the sheet. “Take your time getting dressed. It isn’t unusual to be dizzy or light headed after a massage.”

I watched the gorgeous, generous man walk out of the tiny room and pondered when I could fit a longer session into my calendar.