Thomas stood behind his massage table like an alert sentinel.
The moment Alicia walked into the room, he quickly slid around the
table and shut the door behind her, locking it as he always did. He
turned down the lights to a cozy glow. The sheet on the massage
table took on a slightly yellowish cast.
“Warm oil?” he asked.
“Yes,” Alicia said. “As warm as you can get it.”
“It’s heated and read,” he said. “And you prefer wearing your
bikini?”
Alicia paused for a moment. “No,” she said. “No, I think I’d
be more comfortable with it off today. I’d like to try it that way
once.”
The boy didn’t respond for a few seconds, just looked at her as
if he couldn’t understand what she’d just said, as if she’d spoke in
a foreign language. “Off?” he said, almost with a frown.
“Off,” Alicia said. She reached behind her to untie her
halter. “Will you help me, Thomas?”
“Well…well, I mean, sure,” the boy mumbled. His fingers
fumbled with her knot. She could have untied it faster, herself.
Her halter fell away at last and Thomas quickly bent to pick it
up. Alicia shoved her panties down to her knees before the boy could
straighten himself.
“Please, Thomas,” she said, “will you help me with these?”
The boy’s face turned red. His fingers shook as he guided the
panties off over Alicia’s bare feet. The musky aroma of Alicia’s
moist cunt rose in the air.
Alicia lay back on the massage table, letting her legs spread
as wide as they could without falling off the sides of the table.
She closed her eyes, relaxing. She felt embarrassed, wicked,
liberated. No other males besides her husband had ever seen her naked
before.
Thomas moved around. He pushed a small pillow under Alicia’s
neck as she raised her head slightly. He oiled up his hands with
warm massage oil. His breathing was much more noticeable than usual.
Alicia sighed as the young man’s big fingers began to knead and
stroke her face. He worked his fingers gently into the muscles of
her cheeks and around her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips. He
kneaded behind her ears and down the back of her neck. Within
seconds, Alicia’s entire body relaxed. She could hardly move, didn’t
want to move. She felt totally naked, open and receptive.
Thomas moved to her side. He took her right arm and oiled it,
working his thumbs into her muscles. As he massaged her hand, Alicia
felt as if her arm would melt. He placed her tingling arm back on
the table and moved around to massage her left arm. Alicia sighed,
almost moaned.
The boy’s hot, oiled hands attacked her legs, sliding up,
milking. He kneaded the large muscles of her thighs. He rubbed her
feet, rotating the bones, pulling on her toes. Within minutes both
her feet and legs were limp and tingling.
He moved to her belly, coating it with hot oil. His big
fingers massaged her flanks. His hands slid up to her tits,
spreading hot oil all over them, squeezing her tits, his fingers
rotating over the erect cherry-bumps. As he rolled her nipples
between his fingers, Alicia’s cunt contracted and a small spurt of
hot pussy juice lubricated her swollen cuntlips. She moaned,
writhing.
His breathing loud and shaky, the young masseur moved down.
Alicia opened her eyes just in time to see his face lower between her
legs. As he fastened his mouth to her pussy, Alicia gasped.
The boy twisted his head as if trying to burrow it up her cunt.
He rubbed his face and lips all over her wet crotch, moaning,
mumbling. He pushed his hands under Alicia’s thighs, lifted them,
spread them wide. Alicia grabbed the backs of her knees to steady
her legs in the air. She spread her legs as wide as she could,
opening her cunt up completely. The boy’s fat tongue slid between
her pussylips.
“Mmmm, mmmm!” Thomas moaned as he munched. He sucked on
Alicia’s swollen pussylips, chewed on them. His tongue twisted,
fucked in and out, probing, licking, tasting.
“Oh Thomas!” Alicia gasped. “Oh God!”
She couldn’t believe this was happening. Not even her husband
had ever done anything like this to her before. She’d had deep dark
fantasies about a man licking her pussy, but she’d never dreamed her
fantasies could ever become real.
“Lick!” she breathed. “Suck! Oh, yes!”
She let go of her legs, holding them up with her leg and hip
muscles, and she massaged her oiled tits, pinching and rolling her
nipples with oiled fingers. Her cunt contracted repeatedly, and she
could tell by the way Thomas slurped and sucked that she was oozing
hot fuck juices into his mouth.
“Make me come!” she moaned. “Oh, darling, make me come! Suck
me off!”
She couldn’t stand the heat and tension between her legs. The
burning itch was going to make her scream. She wiggled her ass,
rubbing her seething pussy in the boy’s face, fucking herself on his
probing tongue.
“Lick!” she gasped. “Suck! Oh, God!”
The boy growled like a dog. His teeth sank into her spongy
pussylips, grated her clit. She saw stars. A fireball whirled
through her loins and exploded. She jerked her ass, grunting,
moaning, coming!
“Ohhhhh, darling!” she breathed, grinding her contracting cunt
in the young masseur’s mouth. “I’m coming, baby, lick it!”
Thomas slurped at Alicia’s bubbling pussy furrow, his long
tongue flapping. He licked her open cunt from one end to the other,
even licking deep between her legs and tasting some of her ass. His
tongue felt like a flaming snake to Alicia as it tortured her
writhing crotch. He kept licking even after her contractions had
passed. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her cunt
and ass.
“Stop,” she whimpered. “Oh God, it’s too sensitive! Please
stop!”
The young man straightened up, breathing hard. Cunt juice
dripped from his chin, sweat from his nose. A few of Alicia’s golden
pussy hairs were glued to his lips. His eyes were glassy. He gazed
down at her naked body as if hypnotized by it. He began to unbutton
his shirt.
Alicia watched, fascinated and shocked as the boy took off his
shirt. He was more muscular than sh’ed thought. His chest and
abdomen looked like they’d been carved out of stone.
He looks so much like Zenobia’s stableboy, Alicia kept telling
herself — to take her mind off the somewhat frightening reality of
what was happening. The boy had pulled off his shoes and socks and
now as pushing down his white pants. It’s uncanny how much he looks
like that stableboy, Alicia thought again.
The boy stood there in a pair of white bikini briefs. It
looked as if a softball had been stuffed in his crotch. The boy
pushed down the briefs and his cock sprung up and out.
His prick looked like a big veiny billyclub. And it throbbed.
Alicia couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. Her husband’s cock was
nowhere near this big, this powerful looking. The boy’s fuckrod
almost frightened her.
Thomas mounted the massage table, climbing up at the foot end
and kneeling above alice. His cock kept throbbing. His smooth skin
was flushed from his face to his feet.
“Thomas,” Alicia said. “Oh God, what are you doing?”
The boy was panting, his powerful chest heaving up and down.
He mumbled something, but Alicia couldn’t make it out. He appeared
totally flustered, the opposite of his usual professional self. He
reached down, forcing Alicia’s thighs back against her shoulders,
opening her up. He moved forward, hooked his shoulders under her
knees, pushed his fat cock-head against her pussyhole.