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He could have been a Porn star
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He could have been a Porn star He parked his car, got out and walked up to the gate. He was gorgeous. He had came for a massage. She watched him approach the front door. He had dark curly hair dark tan arms and legs. He looked very clean in his shorts and casual shirt. The shirt was open and showed off his tan, beautiful chest. This was going to be fun......She greeted him at the door with a big smile and a hearty hello. She scanned his body up and down and led him to a room that was lit with candles and scented with vanilla and sandalwood. She showed him the massage table and told him to remove his clothes and put them on a chair. He turned his back to her and disrobed. He was perfect. Broad shoulders tapered to his waist, nice firm rounded buttocks. She felt herself getting moist between her legs. He lay on the table face down. the wall next to the table had a lengthwise mirror with a full view of the top of the table. She took her top and bra off and left her thong on.............SHE head the lotion heated and poured some in her hand and began massaging his tan muscled back, while she cupped and pulled the skin in her hands. He raised his rear to re-position his hardening penis. She slid her hand down his body and put lotion on his rounded butt. He re-positioned himself again. She commented on his great body and ass and asked him if he was a runner or maybe a skate board<b> rider </font></b>as she moved her hands to his firm legs.(not forgetting to brush her breasts against his back as she reached across his body)....she massaged his legs and moved to the bottom of the table to rub his feet. she lift his right leg and positioned it between her breasts. She rubbed his calf muscles and his ankles and the ball of his foot. Her hand moved his foot across her ample breast and her hard nipples. Then the other leg and back up his body. She moved to the head of the table, leaned over his head to rub his back again. Her breasts were touching his ears and the back of his neck. He lifted his face off the table and licked one of her nipples. His tongue was wet and moist and felt wonderful. She backed up so he could reach it better.......He then turned onto his side and took her breasts into his hands and rubbed her nipples with his fingers, pushing them together moving his tongue from one nipple to the other. She looked down at his hard cock and gasped at it's size and girth. She wondered if her fingers would touch if she put her hand around it.......................SHE COULDN't close her hand. He just looked up at her and grinned. It was so georgeous and it it stood tall and erect. She wondered if it would fit in her.........anyw here. She began rubbing his chest and his legs, trying to ignore his cock. Needless to say, she couldn't help but stare. She moved her hands, still massaging his legs and let her hand brush against it. He asked if he could touch her. She looked at his perfect face and told him to be gentle. His hands reached up and gently flipped his finger on her nipple. She got chills up and down her legs and felt herself blushing like a schoolgirl. He reached up and put his hand on her neck and pulled her down to her. She closed her eyes as they kissed. Her heart was racing. He put his hand against her wet pussy and slipped a finger inside. Her hand was touching his upstanding member. she still wondered if she could take it all. He changed places with her. She was on her back on the massage table. He opened her legs and inserted his finger again. Then two fingers. She gasped and opened her legs wider for him and handed him the lotion. His fingers moved up and down as he probed her wet pussy. She was pushing up to him. He moved his fingers to her g-spot and pushed up towards her belly from inside her. She held her breath and enjoyed the climax as she squirted all over his hand. His fingers were moving again, In and out agaist the spot and she was coming again and again. |
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10/6/2011 10:38 pm |
Great story. I think there is probably some truth in that one.
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You paint some marvelous word pictures; surely there is more to this narrative, still locked inside your imagination, yes? How may one know, as Paul Harvey might have said, the rest of the story?
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