*FREE EROTICA STORY: Dirty Reflections - Working Hands’*
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🕑 Added 2023-01-01 18:05:39 +0000 UTC
*FREE EROTICA STORY: Dirty Reflections - Working Hands’*
I certainly enjoy taking my clothes off for you all. That being said, not everybody gets to see me nude in person. Friends at the gym in the changing rooms, my boyfriend and my massage therapist.
She’s an older South American lady, Juliana. I’ve been going to her for some time and more recently, she comes to my apartment. She has strong hands and a touch that gives my muscles their much needed stimulation for recovery.
I’m Bisexual. Juliana doesn’t know that and we don’t exactly discuss love and relationships. I enjoy deep tissue work done, however, for a little while now, I’ve been getting aroused during our massages. I can’t help it and I can’t try to fight it. It makes it worse..
I’ll occasionally get my glutes done, which in black and white, means me laying there in my thong, face down. Usually I wear darker underwear, however, more recently, I made a fatal error. I wore a grey thong. Grey shows moisture, right? Yeah, you can see where this is going.
Juliana massaged my calves, working her way up to my hamstrings and finally stopping off on my developed glutes. I work them hard in the gym to keep my posterior nice and peachy 😉
Since my ass is pretty big, it needs work. Deep work. Yeah, behind close doors with the dimmed light on, this sure means anal. With Juliana, this means raising a leg up, one at a time, and turning the sole of my petite feet and placing it against my inner thigh. Imagine how this looks..
I like the idea of being submissive for a strong woman, which is where these massages become tough. I love the thought of her being unprofessional and peeling my thong all the way down, to pleasure my gushing pussy and tight asshole. My holes would be hers and she’s know it.
I can’t get these thoughts out of my head when her hands are loosening me up. I’m soaking wet, and for the first time, in my grey thong, it’s visible. I stop, tense up a little and panic. She tells me to relax and puts my foot back into position.
There’s a clear (growing) wet patch. I’m ready for sex and there’s nothing I can do to hide it. I’m sweating a little more than normal and I tell myself to think of something non-sexy.
My glutes are in pain and I’m sure she’s not there to judge. Her job is to get right in and relieve those knots. She’s not here to relieve any sexual frustration.
In fact, Juliana leaves 15 minutes later. I feel shy and see her out the door like normal, telling myself that she must’ve had this before. I close the door, dart upstairs and sit on the couch.
I can’t shake the thoughts. I’m desperate for my vibrator. I head to my bedroom, grab it from underneath the bed and get to work. My soaked grey thong comes off, around my ankles, as my vibrator starts on a medium setting. I’m already warmed up.
I think about Juliana fingering me. I think about her thumb lubing up my asshole and entering me. I crave the curiosity of whether her tongue is as skilled as her hands.
I cum in around 3-4 minutes. It didn’t take much. I lay back, catching my breath, feeling embarrassed yet certain that I want her to come round again in a few weeks. I need more.
I also need to wear black underwear next time.
