My cheeks burned at that impulse. I forced it down, but the tingling remained in my pussy. I couldn’t stop thinking about how great that felt as she worked the back massager up and down my inner thigh. When she slid up it, coming closer to my twat, I half-hoped she would touch me again.
What was wrong with me? I couldn’t want that. She couldn’t do that. It was an accident.
I struggled to focus on the massager and not that horny itch forming inside of me. How long had it been since I’d gotten laid? Nearly a year? Just masturbating while my husband slept on the couch, banished there because we were going through our separation.
I had no time to date. Or even to find a stranger. Too much work. Too much stress. Laurita needed me to be a mom through it all.
But here…
“Okay, pretty lady, roll over,” Juana said. She pulled the wand massager from my thigh. Almost to my pussy.
I groaned and did. I rolled over, my body tingling. My breasts swayed, nipples hard. My pussy had that wet itch. I settled on my back. She produced a round pillow that slid beneath my neck and cradled my head in cotton softness.
She smiled at me, her robe clinging to her petite body. She squeezed out the golden liquid on my belly and between my breasts. Her hand spread it over me, making my golden-brown skin gleam in the dancing candlelight. I shuddered as her touch slid up upward and between my breasts. She coated my upper chest and clavicle in it, fingers massaging my pectoral muscles around the edges of my tits.
She gave me a smile as her oiled hand trailed down my stomach towards my hips. For a moment, I had this weird urge for her to follow the V of my pelvis towards my pussy. The heat rippled through me.
She wouldn’t do that. The idea of a lesbian bordello, a happy-ending massage parlor for women and not men, had latched onto my brain. But it was a ridiculous idea. Women didn’t pay for sex. Men did.
I closed my eyes as her hand stroked my thigh, massaging my quadriceps muscle. The back massager became a belly massager. I gasped as it hummed around my stomach. A ticklish delight rippled through me as she lightly worked it into my abdomen. Not as much pressure as my back.
I let out a sigh and decided to ignore my naughty pussy. Just concentrate on that buzzing delight moving in slow circles around my stomach. Juana knew her skill. The young masseuse slid the buzzing toy higher and higher up my body to the base of my ribs. Right beneath my breasts.
“So breaking up with hubby, and no time for dating,” said Juana. “You poor thing. That doesn’t sound like the best situation.”
“I’m sure it’ll get better once the divorce is finalized and I can move on,” I answered.
“A pretty lady like you needs to be pampered,” she said, the massager moving around the outside edge of my right breast, the buzzing lightly grazing my boob.
I let out a sigh of agreement as the massager reached my upper chest, working across my pectoral muscles and just edging around my tits. That felt so good. My breasts jiggled from the buzzing. The wand brushed against my mounds.
That felt really good.
I sighed as the buzzing climbed up my right breast. It spiraled up it, digging into my flesh. I shifted on the table, this smile spreading on my lips. Tingles raced through my body as the humming warmth spiraled to the pinnacle of my breast.
Pressed on my nipple.
My eyes shot open. I gasped as the humming massaged right there at the aching pinnacle of my breast. My pussy drank in the buzzing sensation. I gasped, my cunt clenching. This wicked heat swept through my body. I gasped and shuddered.
She shouldn’t be doing this.
“Mmm, just relax, pretty lady,” Juana said as she massaged my nipple. Her tongue flicked across her lips, wetting them. They were pink and glossy. Her cheeks were dark and flushed. I shuddered as her brown eyes reflected dancing candlelight. “Just enjoy.”
I should be telling her to stop, but it felt so good. My body was so relaxed. I just wanted to lie here and let myself melt away. The buzzing massaged my nub. My fat nipple drank it in. My pussy clenched, the pleasure surging through me.
My juices flowed. I grew hotter and hotter. I squirmed on the bed, my heart pumping heat through my veins. This wonderful passion swept through me. My thighs pressed tighter, taking the pressure off my aching clit.
Then the buzzing left my nipple. I whimpered in disappointment.
The massager pressed against my left nub. I gasped at the burst of pleasure, the return of aching rapture.
My body trembled. Hands clenched. My naughty pussy drank in the electricity zapping from my nipple. The wand massager arced bliss through my body. It sent the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible. I moaned and gasped, squirming on the bed.
“There you are, pretty lady,” purred Juana, her hand massaging my inner thighs close to my pussy. Tantalizingly close. “I know what you need.”
“This…” My mind rippled. This was verging on prostitution. On illegality. I didn’t request this. But… but… Consenting adults… Like an escort service. I paid for a massage. What came after… “I…”
“Shh,” she said and then she pulled the massager from my nipple.
It all happened so fast. The buzzing delight plunged between my thighs and pressed against the aching folds of my pussy. Her head snapped down and hot lips engulfed my left nipple, replacing the humming delight with wet, sucking pleasure.
I bucked on the bed, gasping at the burst of rapture exploding through me.
I came.
Hard.
My pussy convulsed as the wand massager rubbed up and down my hot flesh. My thighs relaxed, parting. Pleasure rushed through my body and melted my mind. This incredible surge of bliss that had me writhing and moaning. Juana sucked on my nipple. Her lips sealed on it, adding another burst of delight.
My moans echoed through the massage parlor. They reverberated around. My juices gushed out, bathing the buzzing delight on my cunt. The surges of ecstasy slipped through me. This bliss went beyond any orgasm I had in years.
Maybe in my life.
The vibrating shaft of the massager rubbed up and down my cunt, teasing my clit and labia. Stimulating them. Juana sucked with hunger on my nipple. The pleasure surged through my body. I gasped and moaned, drinking in the amazing rapture that swept through my body. I trembled on the bed, orgasm after orgasm flooding through me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, unable to control myself. My breasts jiggled. Juana kept latched onto my left. “I keep cumming!”
She shifted the massager, no longer rubbing the long side into my pussy, but the round tip. She pushed it against my labia. The warmth and the vibration melted into my cuntlips. My clit burst with sparks.
My juices gushed out of me.
My twat spasmed and writhed. The waves of ecstasy swept through me. Drowned me. My mind melted as my pussy lips struggled to engulf the end of the wand massager. Sadly, it was too thick for my snatch to swallow.
“Mother of God!” I howled. “Blessed Mary and the Saints above!”
Her tongue danced over my nipples. She stroked me, sending such rapture plunging to the euphoria sweeping out of my cunt. I couldn’t stop cumming. It was incredible. My pussy lips grew numb from the vibrations.