13-02-2019, 04:08 PM
"Everything OK, Jess?" I ask again.
"Mmm ... The aroma of this oil together with the massage is making me drowsy." she says smiling.
I pull the panties back over her buttocks. She smiles again. It certainly looks as if I have won her trust once more.
I rub the oil into her left thigh with my hands on either side of it. Her butt tightens again as my right hand slides slightly too high between her legs.
"Relax!" I reassure her. "Everything is under control."
"Easy for you to talk." she counters. "You are not the one lying here almost naked and taking orders from a guy with dubious intensions." She smiles.
I stop and think for a moment. "Dubious intensions... All right." I say and bounce off the table. I quickly slip out of my shorts and T-shirt.
"What are you doing?" she asks suspiciously.
"I'm levelling the playing field." I answer.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I move closer to her, my hard dick leading the way. I take her hand and put it on my lower stomach.
"Oh, you've taken off your shirt." she says with a smile. "And just how is that supposed to make me feel better?" I release her hand. It lingers in my stomach for a while. Then she takes it away. In the process, her fingers gently brush my dickhead. Startled she jerks her hand away. "Is that what I think it is..?" she asks nervously.
I take her hand and put it on my dick. She pulls it away as if my dick were a red-hot iron! "No! You're... naked!" she cries, visibly upset.
"And, for all practical purposes, so are you, my lady. Like I said, the playing field is now level. So now you have nothing to complain about." What I say, does not even make sense to me, but it gives her something to ponder. "The only difference is that I am doing all the work."
"What do you expect me to do?" she asks.
In response, I take her hand in mine and wrap it around my dick.
"No!" she says immediately, and tries to pull her hand away. However, I hold my hand firmly over hers on my dick. I know I'm screwing up badly and will most likely ruin the friendship, but I simply have to have this woman!
"Just hold it for a moment." I say. "Is that too much to ask?" I relax my hand. Her hand remains firmly around my dick. I remove my hand. She holds my dick without moving her hand at all.
I slip my right hand between her open legs and massage her inner thigh dangerously close to her pussy. Her grip tightens around my dick, but still no motion at all. She seems almost too afraid to breathe. Her buttocks tighten every time my hand gets near her pussy. I massage her groin and occasionally allow my fingers to 'accidentally' brush the outside of her exposed pussy lip. Initially she winces every time I touch it, but gradually she relaxes. I put my hand over hers on my dick and give it a few happy tugs. She gets the message and her hand begins to move slowly up and down my dick under my hand. I remove my hand. Her hand keeps moving lightly up and down my dick.
I spread her legs. My hand moves to her groin. My fingers stroke lightly over her soft exposed pussy lip. Her free hand quickly lands on mine in protest. "Relax." I repeat. "Remember, we are talking exclusively about sensual pleasure. Concentrate only on the pleasure." She takes her hand away reluctantly and relaxes, her chest heaving as she breathes heavily. Her hand on my dick stops moving, but she does not remove it.
I massage harder on her pussy lip and work my hand gradually to the side. The lip slips completely out of her panties. The elastic leg band is now lying in her gash. I stroke her inner thigh, moving my hand ever so slightly higher and higher with every stroke. Her buttocks begin to move gently in anticipation. Then, without warning, I slip my hand over her bare pussy under her panties. Her soaking wet, fleshy cunt is now in my hand. She squeezes her legs together in defense, but in doing so she only traps my hand over her pussy between her legs. "No!" she complains. "Don't! Please..!"
I stroke her pussy. "What's in your hand?" I remind her. "I am not doing anything to you that you are not busy doing to me."
She thinks for a moment. Then she removes the eye mask with her free hand. "Jason, we are playing with fire ..." she says softly. "Remember, sex is out of the question." She relaxes her legs. Her hand begins to move again lightly over my dick. She parts her legs slightly to give me better access. I stroke her fleshy, velvet pussy lips gently. Immediately the intensity of her hand on my cock increases! Now we're getting somewhere!
My finger lands in her slippery slot. I stroke gently up and down over her erect clit. Her hips rock lightly against my hand. She groans audibly, her hand now pumping feverishly on my cock! If she carries on like this, I will shoot my load within seconds!
I suddenly slip my hand in between her legs and take her pubic bone in my hand. Before she can respond, I lift her lower body off the table. Startled, she lets go of my dick and lifts her upper body so that she is standing on her hands and knees on the table. Wide-eyed, she glances over her shoulder towards me. "Wow! What was that? "
"Apologies. I just had to get you on your knees for the next therapy session. "I explain clumsily. She eyes me suspiciously for a moment, but remains on her hands and knees. What a breathtaking view from where I stand! Her firm buttocks in the air, and her large, firm breasts hanging so perfectly from her chest. Perfection!
I climb on the table and position myself on my knees behind her. I lean forward and massage her ribcage with long, slow strokes. My hands soon find their way around her chest until my fingers touch the soft sides of her breasts. I lean further forward, my hard cock pressing lightly against her soft pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. She shows no reaction. I stroke the sides of her chest with long, hard strokes while I rock back and forth. My dick slides up and down the crack of her butt. My eye catches the huge mirror on the wall next to us. Her full breasts are swinging provocatively to and fro as we sway together. My fingers glide over the soft sides and soon my hands fold over those luscious mounds. She gasps. My fingers find her nipples. I gently tug and roll them between my fingertips. She moans. Her buttocks start to move very lightly against my dick.
I lean over and get the bottle of Ylang Ylang oil. I pour some in my hands and I lean over her again. I take her two firm breasts in my hands and smear the oil generous over them, focusing mainly on her big brown nipples.
"Mmm ... The aroma of this oil together with the massage is making me drowsy." she says smiling.
I pull the panties back over her buttocks. She smiles again. It certainly looks as if I have won her trust once more.
I rub the oil into her left thigh with my hands on either side of it. Her butt tightens again as my right hand slides slightly too high between her legs.
"Relax!" I reassure her. "Everything is under control."
"Easy for you to talk." she counters. "You are not the one lying here almost naked and taking orders from a guy with dubious intensions." She smiles.
I stop and think for a moment. "Dubious intensions... All right." I say and bounce off the table. I quickly slip out of my shorts and T-shirt.
"What are you doing?" she asks suspiciously.
"I'm levelling the playing field." I answer.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I move closer to her, my hard dick leading the way. I take her hand and put it on my lower stomach.
"Oh, you've taken off your shirt." she says with a smile. "And just how is that supposed to make me feel better?" I release her hand. It lingers in my stomach for a while. Then she takes it away. In the process, her fingers gently brush my dickhead. Startled she jerks her hand away. "Is that what I think it is..?" she asks nervously.
I take her hand and put it on my dick. She pulls it away as if my dick were a red-hot iron! "No! You're... naked!" she cries, visibly upset.
"And, for all practical purposes, so are you, my lady. Like I said, the playing field is now level. So now you have nothing to complain about." What I say, does not even make sense to me, but it gives her something to ponder. "The only difference is that I am doing all the work."
"What do you expect me to do?" she asks.
In response, I take her hand in mine and wrap it around my dick.
"No!" she says immediately, and tries to pull her hand away. However, I hold my hand firmly over hers on my dick. I know I'm screwing up badly and will most likely ruin the friendship, but I simply have to have this woman!
"Just hold it for a moment." I say. "Is that too much to ask?" I relax my hand. Her hand remains firmly around my dick. I remove my hand. She holds my dick without moving her hand at all.
I slip my right hand between her open legs and massage her inner thigh dangerously close to her pussy. Her grip tightens around my dick, but still no motion at all. She seems almost too afraid to breathe. Her buttocks tighten every time my hand gets near her pussy. I massage her groin and occasionally allow my fingers to 'accidentally' brush the outside of her exposed pussy lip. Initially she winces every time I touch it, but gradually she relaxes. I put my hand over hers on my dick and give it a few happy tugs. She gets the message and her hand begins to move slowly up and down my dick under my hand. I remove my hand. Her hand keeps moving lightly up and down my dick.
I spread her legs. My hand moves to her groin. My fingers stroke lightly over her soft exposed pussy lip. Her free hand quickly lands on mine in protest. "Relax." I repeat. "Remember, we are talking exclusively about sensual pleasure. Concentrate only on the pleasure." She takes her hand away reluctantly and relaxes, her chest heaving as she breathes heavily. Her hand on my dick stops moving, but she does not remove it.
I massage harder on her pussy lip and work my hand gradually to the side. The lip slips completely out of her panties. The elastic leg band is now lying in her gash. I stroke her inner thigh, moving my hand ever so slightly higher and higher with every stroke. Her buttocks begin to move gently in anticipation. Then, without warning, I slip my hand over her bare pussy under her panties. Her soaking wet, fleshy cunt is now in my hand. She squeezes her legs together in defense, but in doing so she only traps my hand over her pussy between her legs. "No!" she complains. "Don't! Please..!"
I stroke her pussy. "What's in your hand?" I remind her. "I am not doing anything to you that you are not busy doing to me."
She thinks for a moment. Then she removes the eye mask with her free hand. "Jason, we are playing with fire ..." she says softly. "Remember, sex is out of the question." She relaxes her legs. Her hand begins to move again lightly over my dick. She parts her legs slightly to give me better access. I stroke her fleshy, velvet pussy lips gently. Immediately the intensity of her hand on my cock increases! Now we're getting somewhere!
My finger lands in her slippery slot. I stroke gently up and down over her erect clit. Her hips rock lightly against my hand. She groans audibly, her hand now pumping feverishly on my cock! If she carries on like this, I will shoot my load within seconds!
I suddenly slip my hand in between her legs and take her pubic bone in my hand. Before she can respond, I lift her lower body off the table. Startled, she lets go of my dick and lifts her upper body so that she is standing on her hands and knees on the table. Wide-eyed, she glances over her shoulder towards me. "Wow! What was that? "
"Apologies. I just had to get you on your knees for the next therapy session. "I explain clumsily. She eyes me suspiciously for a moment, but remains on her hands and knees. What a breathtaking view from where I stand! Her firm buttocks in the air, and her large, firm breasts hanging so perfectly from her chest. Perfection!
I climb on the table and position myself on my knees behind her. I lean forward and massage her ribcage with long, slow strokes. My hands soon find their way around her chest until my fingers touch the soft sides of her breasts. I lean further forward, my hard cock pressing lightly against her soft pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. She shows no reaction. I stroke the sides of her chest with long, hard strokes while I rock back and forth. My dick slides up and down the crack of her butt. My eye catches the huge mirror on the wall next to us. Her full breasts are swinging provocatively to and fro as we sway together. My fingers glide over the soft sides and soon my hands fold over those luscious mounds. She gasps. My fingers find her nipples. I gently tug and roll them between my fingertips. She moans. Her buttocks start to move very lightly against my dick.
I lean over and get the bottle of Ylang Ylang oil. I pour some in my hands and I lean over her again. I take her two firm breasts in my hands and smear the oil generous over them, focusing mainly on her big brown nipples.
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