Afternoon Delight

My friend is in her last year of trade school and wanted me to help her as a dummy for her massage therapy final. This was more than just knowing where to massage and how, but why and what each ligament and muscle did to relieve tension. She began on me well enough, but when she got to my calves and started working her way back up, I could feel the inside of my thighs tingling and the blood flow slightly to my now throbbing but not yet fully aroused member. I tried to take the focus off it, but they were taught not to make a big deal out of it. She ended up giving me a drink, and I sipped it sitting up in the bed. Finally, I felt comfortable enough to lay back down. She leaned down and whispered in my ear that she apologized and the rest of the massage would just be Swedish deep tissue.

For the most part it was, but I couldn't help feel her graze my sensitive areas from behind, and also spread my legs out with her strong hands and squeeze some hot oil in there, and she stroked up and down my tight entrance. Then she would reach up and behind, squeezing my testicles with one hand and grabbing the shaft of my arousal with the other. Finally, I would squirm so bad that she would remove her hands and tell me to turn over, now face up. When I turned around, she had a hot towel to wipe me down and had also removed all her clothes except for her underwear, which were neon green reflecting her dark green sun-touched skin.

I wanted to reverse positions so bad and just take her right there. I told her to please not tease me and just stroke my nipples and lick my neck while I stroked myself as she watched eagerly to see when I was about to climax. I knew what she was going to do, and she did it with the most convincing look on her face as she took me in her mouth, bringing me to a powerful release. She looked so pleased and told me to come again whenever I wanted, that she could bring her friends next time. I'll probably stop by again in the next month now that I'm separated and long-time divorced.