Her Hot Weekend Home Massage

Em was at home alone that weekend. It was the middle of summer and very hot. So was she. Ambrose was away and she was at mid-point in an unusually long gap between business trips. They kept a massage bed at home and in the summer it lived out on the shaded terrace at the back of the house, next to the swimming pool. They used it now and again, either themselves or very occasionally with a visiting masseuse or even more rarely a masseur. Sometimes Ambrose massaged her out there in the afternoon or early evening. These sessions were always very sexy affairs. Em would be the naked client and Ambrose would be the nearly naked masseur. He liked to wear a little hip string with a short and very narrow strip of gold silk cloth at the front when they played their hot massage game. She liked that. It reminded her of her favourite sex club in Hong Kong. She always got a beautiful hot ending there too with a masseuse or masseur, or sometimes both. All they ever wore were little tasselled hip strings. Em would kill for hot ending at the moment. Her pussy had not been licked with a hot tongue or penetrated by a hot cock in ten days and she was horny. She had no expectation that the new salon?s out call service would provide such benefits. It was a very straight operation and the therapists there she had used, both women and men, had been very professional. Nevertheless, she thought she?d book a home massage. She would enjoy two hours relaxing on the massage couch while someone ironed out her stressed muscles. It might even lead to Vic the vibrator giving her one in bed tonight. That would be nice in the absence of the real thing. Vic was so very nearly real. She rang the salon. They already knew her as a regular call-in client. She usually had a masseuse when she visited the salon. But this was an out call request and the woman at the other end of the line asked whether she wanted a masseur instead. At that point her nipples firmed and her pussy moistened. She replied, mersin escort after a moment?s hesitation, ?A masseur, please.? She told them she wanted two hours and had a massage couch on the terrace at the back of the house, under cover, that she?d like to use. The woman told her the massage fee and the call-out charge and added, ?These services are confidential. You make your own arrangements with the masseur if you wish. His name is Damien. You?ve probably seen him at the salon. He?s tall and twenty-three.? Em?s nipples rose and became rock-hard. She had indeed seen Damien at the salon and in fact once she had been massaged by him. She had become secretly hot when his hands went everywhere over her body except into her bikini pants. She had become especially hot when he had massaged her breasts. He had noticed her nipples were hard and erect. They were difficult to miss. He had been pinching them gently as he rubbed massage oil into her breasts with firm strokes. He had noticed she liked that, too, and given her nipples a number of bonus tweaks. That had been just two weeks ago at her usual Thursday evening appointment when her regular masseuse was unavailable. Afterwards Em had taken her panties off in her car in the car park and masturbated before going home. Ambrose had sensed that she had recently come and had immediately led her to their bed and fucked her, very nicely. He was lovely like that. Now she had been told she could get a hot massage by private arrangement with a hot twenty-three-year-old man. Her free hand slipped into the little string she was wearing (it was all she was wearing) and played with her pussy. She said, ?Thanks, I?ll see Damien at three o?clock then.? Em had a swim and then a light lunch with a glass of slightly chilled pinot noir and coffee. She debated what to wear for her massage. She imagined that Damien would arrive expecting to give her a hot one, but he mightn?t be clear just how hot she now mersin escort bayan wanted her massage to be. A little sartorial guidance was in order. She decided on a tiny little pink string bikini that simply corralled her breasts but left them and their prominent nipples uncovered and which down below covered only her currently tiny triangle of hair and nothing else. That should give him very clear direction on where and how far he could go. She didn?t expect the little top and tiny bottom would stay on her long. They hadn?t the last time she wore them, which had been on a boat trip in Thailand. She had been with a man who had been totally entranced when she slipped off her sarong after they got under way and out of sight of the quay. It was now nearly three. She put the little bikini on. Her nipples were huge and hard. She put on a sarong. The doorbell rang. She checked and it was Damien. God, he did look hot. He was wearing jeans and a tank top and would look glorious naked later. She opened the door to let him in. She closed it while he appreciated her with his eyes. She said, ?We?ll go through to the terrace. I?m all set up there. There?s cold water and juice in the bar fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want.? On the terrace, by the pool, Em slipped out of the sarong. Damien, she noticed, got an instant bulge. She repeated her previous statement. ?Help yourself to whatever you want.? She lay face down on the couch, conscious that her hard nipples were pressing into the fabric of the cushion. She opened her legs a little. The back of her bikini string hid nothing at all when she did that. Damien took off his tank-top. He had a six-pack that Em instantly visualized rippling as he fucked her. He said, ?You?re a very hot lady. And you want it very hot. That?s good. I want to give it to you very hot.? Em said, ?Oh yes please!? He ran his hands up the insides of her legs and into her pussy. Em gasped. He said, ?How many times escort mersin have you had this incredible little bikini taken off you?? While he was saying this he undid the bikini top and put a hand under her, brushing against her nipples, and pulled it off. He unclipped the bottom string. He put a hand under her and into the string and ruffled her little triangle of hair. Then he ripped the bikini bottom off through her pussy and spread her legs wide. Em pushed her pussy into the cushion, murmured ?Ohhh!? and whispered ?Twice now.? Damien put a hand in her wet pussy and two fingers into her entrance and said, ?I bet the first time was extra hot too. Tell me about it.? He began to massage her pussy with one hand. With the other he both finger-fucked her and disturbed the hair on her mound. ?You certainly had sex the first time it was taken off you, didn?t you?? he said. Em was now making hot little noises. ?Yes,? she said. ?Where was this?? Damien asked, increasing the pace of his finger-fucking. ?Who was it with? Not your husband, obviously. It would have been a very hot and highly illicit fuck, I?m sure. Your second experience of sex with your incredible little bikini won?t be with your husband either.? Em was now panting with pleasure. She said, ?It was on a speed boat in Thailand when I was there on business last month. A man had asked me out on it. ?I knew why and I?d dressed accordingly.? Damien increased the depth and speed of his exploratory fingers and Em shouted ?Aah!? Then she said, ?It was very hot.? She shouted again. Damien had added a third finger to his fucking routine. ?You are a very hot lady Em,? he said. ?Can I call you Em? I think I should. I am going to fuck your brains out very soon, after all.? Em came, wetly, noisily and bucking her hips. Damien slid a slick finger into her ass, lifted her hips off the couch and bent down and licked her slit right through to her hair. He did that several times. Em kept coming for quite a while. When she had stopped shouting and bucking, Damien said, ?And was that the only time he fucked you, Em?? Em said, ?Aaaahh!? Damien had recommenced his three-finger fucking routine. ?No. I was there for three days more.? Damien said, ?You can tell me about that later.