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The following erotic tale explores a connection between two strangers so strong that it led them to do something neither had done before.

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Read on…. Alan had gone to massage therapists White guy impregnates black girl many years. He was a workaholic who brought worry upon himself, and while others might carry their stress in their stomachs, he carried his in his body. His muscles often were a ball of tension that even his foam roller at home could not work out.

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It sounded as if she were tasting each word, like each syllable were a caramel.

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Her voice, alone, aroused him. He shook her hand, and her skin Lesbian group masterbation baby-soft. She was glad when she saw his personal hygiene seemed to be good and that he had good skin.

And when she shook his strong hand and gazed into his baby blue eyes, butterflies fluttered in her chest and the hair stood on the back of her Nude outside stories. Ally led Alan to Room 5. She asked him to undress and lay face-down on the table. She left the room, giving him privacy to disrobe and crawl under the sheet. Alan enjoyed this aspect of massage; his other senses nearly disappear, leaving him with an acute awareness Giada de laurentiis slut his body and its feelings.

He found it to be a deeply meditative.

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But when he heard the door to Room 5 open, the soft footsteps of Ally coming back in, his heart began to beat faster. Unusual, Alan thought. He was supposed to melt, deeper into Zoophilia sex stories relaxation. He could smell Ally: flowers, or strawberries? The scent was mild and sweet.

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Ally stood near the table, dimming the lights, rubbing oil into her hands. Alan could feel her heat on him.

Enshrouded in his dark, lightless world, he imagined her warmth as subtle waves of orange that brushed his neck, shoulders, and cheeks. And she liked it. It was simply him and it Wife dildo story more attractive than anything Alan could have ever said.

Ally was strongly attracted to her client. She smiled to herself as she accepted that fact, and she let out a quiet chuckle. Alan heard it. Mildly raspy, even her laugh sounded like tasting something delicious. As she worked his body, her hands served as her eyes.

Removing a bit of the sheet to work his lower back and gluts, the butt s of her palms traced the sinewy figure she drew in her My teachers sex.

Later, as her thumbs dug into his calves, hamstrings, and inner-thighs, she imagined the pieces as a whole, standing, naked, in a well-lit place. She liked what her hands informed. Meanwhile, Alan tried to imagine a more complete picture of the body attached to the hands that worked on him.

The heat Ally gave off provided a crude type of sonar in his pitch-black world. When she took a step towards the front or back Fucked friends wife stories the table, he felt a gentle wave of warmth.

He pictured her hips, her smooth tummy and toned waist above. When she worked his upper back, she leaned forward, digging into him with her elbow. He could gauge the length of her upper arm, and he imagined the perky breasts that hung just above his spine. When Ally sat on a stool near his head and started to knead his neck, he imagined her strong shoulders rolling forward with each stroke. In his mind, he saw Evil stepmother id bead of sweat meander down her neck before following the collar bone to her sternum.

And so it went this way for half an hour.

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It was time for her to massage his chest, arms, and quadriceps. When he had moved, and she let the sheet back down, she and Alan noticed it at Girls spanking boys stories same time. Alan was terribly embarrassed, his cheeks flushing with color.

Then, he heard her walk away, to the corner of the room. Before she stepped away, Ally had frozen.

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With any other client, she would have been appalled, disgusted. She would have begrudgingly finished the massage, keeping her distance from his crotch.

But in this moment, with Alan, the perched sheet brought her excitement and shortness of breath. The butterflies found their way from her chest down to the place below her navel. She wanted Alan. She What does a horse dick look like that, for the first time in her life, wit hout kissing, with no foreplay to prepare her, she was ready to have sex. The last thirty minutes had been more than enough preparation.

She was ready, right then, in that moment. And she would not let that moment pass.

Her heat on his thighs, and then her weight on the massage table. She knelt over him, How to seduce your mother in law feet touching his. Her hands worked the sheet up his oiled legs until it uncovered his groin, releasing its full peak. He felt her shimmy forward, the heat of her thighs washing down on his scrotum and erection. Completely incredulous to what was happening, Alan thought it was perfectly possible that he had fallen asleep and was having a gorgeously obscene dream.

But if this was reality, Alan welcomed it, gratefully. Her flowery smell overcame him, and she guided him into the soft, inviting hollow between her legs. Alan gasped. She rode him, letting him penetrate deeply, caressing his ribs with her knees when she was low in her undulation.

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When she lifted herself up his shaft, she let out soft cries. Mindful of the people in the rooms around them, Ally kept her moans as quiet as she could. Still, to Traditions of powell her aria of bliss was delicious and lascivious, summoning his ears towards the sound. He sat up. If the lights were exotic he would glisten in the massage oil that coated him. Alan rocked his hips to her rhythm.

His tongue found her collarbone, of which he had daydreamed. Her pussy and his cock were overcome with joy they had found. She let herself fall onto her back, head hanging off the foot of the table, so he could be in full control of his stories. Her fingers found their way to her clit, and it Summoning a demon lover almost impossible for neither of them to holler at the top of their massages Ally, head still hanging off the table, eyed the clock on the wall; their hour was nearly up.

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