Sensual, Thoughtful, and Very Naughty
I am waiting patiently in the quiet room for a massage appointment with my new therapist, Keisha. I’m experiencing a heightened level of anticipation as the delicate erotic dance awaits. It isn’t just the physical sensation I anticipate. I’m intrigued by the erotic thoughts of women and their reaction to certain situations. I will give Keisha a lot to react to today and do my best to create an erotic swirl in her mind that hopefully leaves her dazed, dreamy, and aroused.
Anything beyond a little exhibitionism (which I thoroughly enjoy) is a long shot but hope springs eternal. The reality of the situation does pose some challenges. I have to build trust. She doesn’t know if I am an undercover police officer or someone from the corporate office evaluating her. Then, there is the issue of her actually wanting to remain professional. After all, this is her career and she has a lot vested in terms of training, time, and money. Even if she feels a connection with me, she may not feel her massage room is the place to explore this passion. I also have to contend with the fact that she may have a husband, fiancé, or boyfriend. It is a daunting challenge but…I can be quite persuasive.
The waiting room door opens and jars me from my daydream. A very attractive, young black girl enters and introduces herself as Keisha. She is in her early twenties and I’m almost speechless. I was not expecting to see such a beauty and immediately start thinking about how good it is going to feel stretched out on her massage table with her flowing sensually across my body. Even the thought of giving her some “accidental” flashes has my heart racing. I also notice that she pregnant. She still has a slender build but her tummy is nice and round. Her pregnancy is sexy and adds an unexpected layer of eroticism to the moment. I think…I see a spark in her eyes.
Keisha exudes a tranquil aura which I often associate with thoughtfulness and sensuality. I walk with her to the massage room which is basked in a low, warm light. She says, “Dress down to your level of and lay face down on the table under the sheet and blanket. I’ll return in a few minutes when you are ready.” With these words Keisha leaves the room.
Keisha steps out and I strip down to my level of comfort which is nude. The table has a sheet with a heavy blanket over it. I toss the blanket to the side and only use the sheet for draping. Having one light piece of fabric (versus a thick blanket) over me is much more conducive for “accidental” flashes and for showing the outline of my hard cock should I become aroused. If she asks about the blanket, I will just tell her it makes me too hot and that should suffice.
I slip under the sheet and place it low on my ass—just beyond the line of appropriate but not so low as to be obviously inappropriate. I position my cock off to the side. If I become aroused, I will be able to lift my hips slightly and have room to fully extend. I’ve already made a first impression on Keisha and hope she will enjoy the second impression.
Keisha knocks and enters the room. My heart is already beating fast as I consider the savory potential of the moment. I anticipated a question about the heavy blanket being removed—nothing was said. I thought she might pull the sheet up a little higher on my hips—she didn’t. As she works on my back, the conversation flows easily and I answer questions about what I do for a living, hobbies, and other chit chat.
I learn she is married and completed her massage therapy certification about six months ago. Keisha is such a pretty girl and in the prime of her young life. A new rewarding profession is ahead of her. She is married and excited about her first baby. What an exciting time in her life. Hopefully she won’t mind a little playful and flirty exhibitionism. Maybe we can both have a sprinkle of naughty, innocent fun today. Navigating this scene is what I think of as a delicate erotic dance.
Her pressure and tempo are perfectly synchronized with my internal rhythm. Keisha’s hands flow from my shoulders down to the small of back and fade outward as her hands glide across my ass. She repeats these sexy, sweeping motions across my back and ass and I am definitely getting turned on. I’m so wishing she would just squeeze my buns and give me a playful spank!
As she moves to my legs, the sheet remains low on my hips. Keisha takes the material covering my left leg and folds it to the side. My left leg is exposed all the way up my thigh with most of my ass surely exposed. I can feel the material between my legs but I’m not sure if my balls are covered. From her point of view, she has a full nude view of my left side, from shoulder to toes. I’m so curious about she can see, if anything, and how it is affecting her? As she works my inner thigh, she remains professional and doesn’t move to close to my balls. I decide to help her with this.
I describe tightness high on my inner thigh and reach back to show her the location. As I do, I slightly brush aside the sheet and point out my problem area. I trace my inner thigh to show her where I need additional work as my hand “accidentally” touches my exposed balls during this process. If my balls weren’t exposed before, they are now. The erotic tension is mounting as I wonder how she will she respond to my playfulness?
Keisha moves up higher on my thigh and feels painstakingly close to my balls but doesn’t make contact. Ahhhh, the torture and tension is fantastic! I know she is looking at my balls and has done nothing to cover me. It is probably worth mentioning that I am swimmer, cyclist, runner—a triathlete. Like many men in this sport, my legs are muscular, cut, and free of hair. One of the perks of smooth legs is that the skin is so much more sensitive to the touch and definitely enhances the massage experience. My ass and balls are also silky smooth (waxing). All too soon, she covers my left leg and moves to my right side to repeat the process.
I go through the same dance with Keisha on my right leg including once again exposing my full, heavy balls. Standing on my right side, Keisha rests her left hand on the inside of my thigh as her right hand flows the length of my outer thigh, over my ass, to my lower back, and returns by flowing along the underside of my stomach. It feels soooo good! I raise my hips slightly with each repeated pass. In a low, deep sensual voice I encourage her by telling her how amazing it feels. She returns her focus to my thighs and her hands “accidentally” glance across my balls several times. I look back at Keisha and reassure her that her work is amazing and she is giving exactly what I need. She is making contact with my balls and not saying anything at all. There is no “excuse me” or acknowledgement of any sort. The erotic tension is divine!
She has me turn over for the remainder of the massage. Keisha lifts the sheet as I turn beneath it and falls high on my chest. With a warm smile, I tell her that I feel very hot and push the sheet low on my stomach just above my cock. Keisha smiles and begins to work on my left leg. I am lost in her fluid, sensual strokes. If I had been able to be more deliberate with the placement of the sheet, I could have positioned it in a way that would have allowed my cock spring freely into view as I hardened. Instead, I am trapped beneath the sheet. My trapped cock is full and pushing towards the right beneath the thin sheet and anticipating her arrival. We continue to talk, and I am certain she is aware of my reaction to her.
Her hand flows upward along the top of my thigh and across the lower “V’ of my stomach before returning downward under the bottom of my ass. She repeats this process as she compliments me on my physique and the outfit I was wearing today. Seems she likes the first impression…and the second. Keisha covers me and begins to work on my right leg where my straining cock is trapped in the sheet.
She is more cautious with this leg as the outline of my erection is clearly evident. Is she offended, aroused, or just tolerating me? I gently encourage her by spreading my leg slightly and pointing to a problem area high and on my inner thigh. Keisha works my inner thigh and her hands once again glance across my balls. Mmmm, she’s being such a naughty therapist—and wife!
Keisha then begins her now familiar flow along my thigh and lower stomach. I can barely breathe as her hands move up my thigh and “bump” into my meaty but covered cock as she moves along my stomach. With each pass, her hand presses along the sheet and my cock flexes beneath the sheet…begging her to take me in her hands. My cock has now worked itself straight up my stomach and pulled the damn sheet with it. I am instinctively arching my hips a little each time she approaches my manhood. Oh god, I’m so turned on!
Disappointingly, she announces our time has reached the end. She asks if I enjoyed the massage and requested that I schedule a follow-up appointment. She had been so quiet and the only sign that she even remotely enjoyed herself was that she asked me to schedule another one. I assured her I did enjoy it and would see her again…soon. I needed more and I needed it quickly!
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