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                The scent of the room filled Dexter’s senses as he entered the lounge.  His eyes adjusted to the light and he smiled as the focused on the scantily clad beauty by the table.  It had been a long week at work and the holidays added their own stress.  He needed a massage.  Asking around he found the name of a girl who offered massages of a more exotic flare and took a chance.  Seeing her now, he already knew he was going to get his money’s worth.

                “Good evening Sir.  May I take your robe?”  She moved to him, taking the belt of the plush white robe in her fingers and pulling it without waiting for an answer.  He made no effort to hide his eyes as they roamed her curves, barely hidden in her small white teddy.

                “I’m De..”  His words cut off with a finger on his lips.  Warm and soft as she looked him in the eyes with a shake of her head.

                “No names, Sir.”  She pushed the robe from his shoulders and took his hand, leading him to the table.  Dexter took his place, laying down on his stomach and relaxing.  Closing his eyes, the sounds of her movements around the table making his hair raise with anticipation.

                 “Just relax, Sir, and breathe.  Let me take care of you.”  Her hands touched Dexter’s shoulders and he settled down into the pillow with a sigh.  He couldn’t help but notice the warmth of her so close to his head, the occasional brush of the thin white lingerie top as it brushed his cheek, and the gentle way she caressed his skin.

                The masseuse leaned down over him, and Dexter felt his pulse race as her breasts rubbed against his head.  Opening his eyes to see them so close, brushing his cheeks and dragging down to his neck as her hands move along his spine.  He couldn’t help himself but to turn enough to feel one of those perfect orbs slip across his face and lips making him smile.  It was becoming difficult to lay on his stomach as his body responded to more than just her relaxing stimulation.

                

                She moved away from his head, causing him to pout momentarily as she shifted down to his legs.  Dexter sighed as he relaxed again, thankful to be laying on his stomach to hide his sudden aching bulge.  Her hands moved along his thighs now, kneading his muscles gently with her thin fingers.  Try as he might, there was no way ignore the way his cock throbbed each time her fingers neared the top of his leg.  His buttocks clenched, and he fought back the urge to grind against the table.  Whether she noticed or not, each time her fingers would drift just a little bit higher.

                The room seemed warmer now and Dexter felt his ache through out his body even as she switched legs and worked the other side.  He would have to thank John for recommending her.  Her fingers were magic.

                He pouted again as her hands left his thigh, only to gasp and feel his breath catch as she mounted his back on the table.  Her fingers brushed up his spine and across to his shoulders, but he hardly noticed.  His every thought now on the warmth pressed down onto his back, and the dampness he could feel touching his skin.  As magic as her hands were, that slow grinding against his back while she worked was all he could think about.

                Each movement she made dragged her gently against him.  He was positive of the wet feeling of those thin panties now.  She continued to work on his back for a bit longer before turning around and pressing herself against his upper back.  Her fingers slid down his spine to his buttocks making Dexter arch his back with a groan.  Did he just hear her moan as well?  He gripped the table and focused on breathing as her hands moved over his buttocks.  Kneading them in a firm grip as she dragged those wet panties back and forth, making his heart pound in his chest and his breathing shallow.

                Feeling her lift off him and climb off the table with a tap on his side she cooed softly, “Time to roll over, Sir.  There is more to be taken care of.”

                He rolled over with a blush as his bulge would easily be in plain view.  He kept his eyes closed and waited as he heard her moved to the end of the table.  Silence filled the room for what seemed like forever.  She didn’t touch him.  He couldn’t hear her move.  The only reason he knew she as was there was the soft warmth of her legs against his at the end of the table.  Dexter couldn’t take it any longer as he opened his eyes and looked at her sitting there.  The bulge in his shorts only got worse as he watched her reach and pull away the thin top that had barely hidden her breasts before.  Now with them fully exposed for him, her hands returned to his thighs. 

                “Sir does wish to be tended to?”  Her eyes darkened and her smile softened as she worked her fingers upward.

                He couldn’t speak, only nodding his head as his eyes focused on her swaying breasts.  The nipples so pink and hard, making his mouth water with the thought of sucking on their protruding tips.

                She moved her fingers up to the waistline of his briefs, hooking them in and pulling down in one fluid motion until his cock sprang free.  Dexter felt his body tremble as she licked her lips and moved closer.  Her hand touching his shaft with those delicate fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. 

As she started her slow strokes along his rigid shaft he relaxed back against the pillow.  He was going to owe a John one hell of a thank you.

Story by: MysterMitch Resident

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Happy Ending Massage Table

Photos by: MysterMitch Resident

Models: MysterMitch Resident