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capacity and just waiting to burst out.
I was ready to give it to him. Hell, I was already on my stomach so it would take nothing for me to be in my favorite position. I could be face down, ass up for days if it were at all possible. I started to spread my legs wider, but my head was in the opening of the massage table, preventing my sight of any action—and I liked to watch. I thought about just rising up on my knees, too, but I didn’t want to jeopardize his job for a quick moment of pleasure. Besides, I was here for business of my own, so ain’t no use in starting something I can’t finish, anyway.
I was so busy daydreaming, the masseur had to tell me twice to turn over before I obliged. Once the cool air in the room hit the front of my body, my nipples stood at attention instantly. Goose bumps ran the entire length of my body, and my pussy pulsated in anticipation of feeling his hands work magic on my skin again.
The sheet covered my mid section, and his hands warmed my breast. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the journey his fingers took across my body. My skin felt hot like cayenne pepper, and I wanted him inside of me so bad.
I kept my eyes closed as he removed the sheet and covered my treasure with his mouth. His arms and tongue circled my exotic pearl repeatedly, building cream up inside of me. I let him control the flow and didn’t hesitate to rest the heels of my feet on the upper part of his back, right between his shoulder blades.
He grabbed me by my waist and hoisted my body up on his shoulders. I took hold of the slow-moving ceiling fan to maintain my balance, and he walked me around in a circle, never loosing contact with my panic button. I let go of the fan long enough for him to lower me down onto his length and pin my back against the wall. I could feel his testicles slap against my ass every time our bodies met. My nectar ran down his length and began forming a puddle underneath us. He was doing the damn thing to me, and for the first time in ages I was speechless.
For the remainder of my stay, he took care of me. I swear if I could’ve stuck him in one of my suitcases I would’ve. It was a sad goodbye, but I made sure to get his information for later use. He escorted me to my plane, and I made sure to give him one of my business cards so that we could keep in touch.
On the flight back to the states, I was seated next to an exceptionally sexy man that I had trouble keeping my eyes off. Really, I tried to keep business as just that, but from the way he looked I would soon be getting my initiation into the mile high club—if I had anything to do with it. I was partial to vanilla, but this man made me want to dip into the lighter side of the rainbow. He was definitely a pretty boy, and an ideal date for Marsha, one of my clients from Jersey, but I had to at least see what he was working with before I passed him on.
After the plane lifted off and leveled out, and after we were able to move about freely in the air, I made it my business to show this man all of my assets. Suddenly happy that I had decided to wear nothing under the short skirt I had on, I practically sat in his lap as I scooted out into the aisle to go to the restroom. I wanted to take him with me, but I made sure he got a view of my ass on the slide-by before I switched my hips down the aisle as if I were on a catwalk.
After checking my makeup and making sure everything was cool down below I went back to my seat, scooting closer to him this time, wanting him to test my Brazilian wax job. I smiled a sly smile before turning toward the window and placing the blanket over my lap that I had asked the stewardess for on my way to the ladies’ room. I wished, for a brief second, that I had packed one of my toys in my carry-on bag, but for now I would have to work it without props.
I caught him looking at me from time to time, but both of us would just blush and turn the other way. Once the movie got started, I snuggled in deeper under the cover and