I place my table down in front of the large glass sliding door. It's late in the evening when you get done with work for the day. So as the sun begins to set, the room turns to a deep shade of gold. I set up, while you go change. Grabbing my bag and placing it on top, unzipping the flap and pulling out all necessary materials; a fitted cotton sheet and another loose one to drape over top, and a special bottle of pre-mixed massage oil just for you.
At this point, I’ve been working for you for well over six months. So, knowing what you like just came with the territory. Base lubricates mixed with scents of cinnamon, peppermint, peach, and a hint of rose. You appear in the archway to the living space, wearing your usual towel and a surprise something else.
I almost drop the bottle as you drop your towel in front of me. You are completely naked, except for a gold backless body chain bra that twinkles in the light of the setting sun. You give me a devilishly naughty look from your eyes, slowly approaching then crawling seductively, onto the soft white sheet.
You kneel in front of me asking, “So, how should I let you do me first... front or back?"
I look upon you in awe as I warm my hands by rubbing them firmly together. I couldn’t help it, and I smile wide. Seeing you naked on your hands and knees framed perfectly in the diminishing sunlight like a sunbeam.
“Let start with your back, go on lie flat for me,” I say, my professionalism taking over but allowing my libido to let slip.
“Oh… fuck me.”
Hearing me, you playfully laugh saying, “Yes please … Jake." You reach behind yourself undoing the chains holding your top on. Continuing to look at me hungrily as you slip the jewelry from your voluptuous breasts.
"Jake you’ve been such a good boy, my best masseur ever. I’ve a little surprise for you, I want you to fuck me," you say with a wink and one of your sexy little smiles.
Reaching out, you feel me growing through soft cotton cloth, with your warm hands, clawing at me lustfully with an audible purr. I say with desire dripping from my lips. “Oh so, how about one of my special deep tissue massages then?”
“That sounds lovely,” You say in a very relaxed soft voice. “I think that’s exactly what I need baby. But remember my housemate will be home soon.”
You lie on your front, as I pour oil onto my palms, slowly letting it drizzle from the tips of my fingers, starting at the base of your neck down along your back, pouring more onto the space above your waist, and across your succulent backside. Letting gravity make a small river that flows down between your legs into the heat of your core.
I gently spread the oil over your silky skin. Covering your entire back, giving you a sexy sheen that captures the glow of the sunset. Adding pressure as I glide up and down, all along the well-defined musculature of your back. Along your supple curvy sides, working my way down to your lusciously curvaceous behind.