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Lying face down, butt naked, aside from a thin white towel covering all the important bits, Clarke couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
She’d booked in for a full body massage because, let’s be honest, she was well overdue for a little self-care. The problem was that now she was actually here, her nerves were slowly getting the best of her.
For some reason, she never made the connection between signing up for a massage and having to actually get naked for a total stranger. Clarke was still, even though she was pushing thirty, a little self-conscious about her extra package and was always wary about new people finding out. Not through any kind of shame, she was proud of her body; it was more of a necessary caution that had developed over the years.
Clarke was contemplating making an excuse and bailing when she heard a door opening and closing, followed by light footsteps approaching her prone form.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Clarke kept her head down and told herself to calm the fuck down and just enjoy the massage. She’d come here to relax and damned if she let her insecurities get in the way.
“Hello, Clarke,”
As soon as the words hit her ears, all thoughts of fleeing disappeared from Clarke’s mind. What had to be the sexiest fucking voice she had ever heard permeated the small space, silky smooth and feminine, soft but assertive, and the way her name rolled off the woman’s tongue, emphasizing the ‘k’ deliciously, nearly made Clarke cum on the spot.
"Uh, hey," Clarke stammered awkwardly, squeezing her eyes shut again in embarrassment. She was glad she was face down, and Sexy Voice masseuse couldn't see her cheeks turn beet red.
"My name is Lexa, and I'll be taking care of you today," Clarke’s cock was definitely responding to the smooth sounds of Sexy Voice, even though in her head Clarke knew it was probably a sixty-five-year-old grandma who bakes cookies for her local church group every Sunday, standing above her, pouring massage oil on her back. Someone Clarke definitely should not be having sexual thoughts about.
"I see you've booked our full-service relaxation package. Have you been with us before?" the cool feel of massage oil being applied to Clarke’s skin, combined with soft hands gliding expertly over her back, caused her to let out an involuntary moan.
"Uh, no. First time," Clarke managed to say as deft fingers worked magic almost instantaneously on the tension in her muscles.
"No problem, just relax and let me look after all your needs," Lexa's soothing voice and delicate but firm hands were doing wonders for Clarke. She felt relaxed already.
Except for her dick, that is. That traitorous fucker was hard as a rock, Clarke’s only saving grace being that she was still face down.
After Lexa had successfully relieved every knot and tension Clarke had in her back, shoulders, and legs, Lexa spoke again, her voice drifting over Clarke like a warm blanket.
"If you could roll over for me, please, Clarke, then we can continue,"
"Um, I'm not sure that's a good idea," Clarke said awkwardly, trying to will her erection away without success.
"I cannot provide you our full-service package treating only your back, Clarke," Lexa insisted, stepping back and waiting for Clarke to comply. Clearly, she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
Sighing in resignation, Clarke bit the bullet and rolled over, knowing the small towel would give her little to no cover and Lexa would bring a swift end to the session when she saw Clarke’s boner. Keeping her eyes clamped shut, not wanting to see the disappointed look on Sexy Voice's face, Clarke held her breath and waited for the inevitable.
"Thank you, Clarke," somehow, her voice got sexier, and Clarke let out her breath and opened her eyes, coming face to face with one of the most attractive women she'd ever seen.
Definitely not a 65-year-old grandma, Clarke thought to herself as she ran her eyes over the gorgeous eyes and killer jawline in front of her.
Her cock twitched with its own approval, much to Clarke’s embarrassment, as there was no way the masseuse would have missed that.
"Again, just relax, and let me take care of you," Lexa's voice was enough to have Clarke doing as she was told, relaxing back on the massage table.
Oil was applied liberally to her torso, and Clarke couldn't help but stare as the gorgeous woman started rubbing her neck and shoulders.
It was at this point that Clarke realized she hadn't booked at a regular massage parlor as Lexa descended to her breasts and began expertly kneading and running her thumbs over her erect nipples.
Fuck, it felt good.
Lexa knew her way around an areola, it would seem.
Clarke had never really thought of her breasts as an erogenous zone until now, but every caress was sending a pulse straight to her cock.
Much to her disappointment, Lexa progressed the massage, heading south away from her tits.
Clarke was powerless to stop it as Lexa moved down her body, drawing moans and groans out of Clarke as she turned a massage into a very sensual and sexual experience.
Before Clarke could gather her wits, still getting used to the turn this massage had taken, the towel was removed from her waist, revealing her erection to the cool air of the massage room.
There was a pause where Clarke was sure Lexa was going to run before she said –
"You have a beautiful cock, Clarke," Lexa praised in a husky voice as she looked over Clarke’s package with interest. "May I?" She asked so sexily that Clarke thought she might nut at the first touch.
"Yes, fuck, do whatever you want," Clarke begged, too far gone to care how desperate she sounded.
Almost immediately, soft, oiled-up hands started stroking her dick, paying particular attention to the head as they worked their magic - as they’d done in the rest of her body.
Clarke looked on in wonder as the sexy woman with the sexy voice jerked her dick with practiced precision, unable to stop moaning audibly and throwing her head back as one hand started massaging her balls.
Clarke watched on in awe as Lexa leaned over, taking the head in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Clarke groaned, bringing a hand to the back of Lexa's head as she started to bob up and down on her cock.
Using her tongue to massage the underside as she descended, Lexa applied the perfect amount of suction as she withdrew before swirling her tongue around the head and repeating.
Clarke gently encouraged the motions with her hand, scarcely believing the hot masseuse was now sucking her cock like a pro. It was one of the best blowjobs Clarke had ever had, and she was a little disappointed when she felt the beginnings of her orgasm building far too soon.
"I'm gonna cum," Clarke warned, fingers tightening in the soft brown hair of her masseuse.
Lexa appeared to double her efforts, taking Clarke deeper and gently rolling her balls in her hand as Clarke approached her climax.
Clarke grunted and held Lexa's head still as she came, spurt after spurt of cum shooting directly into her waiting mouth.
Lexa didn't protest or try and move; she simply licked and sucked Clarke dry, swallowing every last drop of cum until Clarke was spent and empty.
Breathless and content, Clarke lay back down on the massage table to recover. Lexa rose back up, wiping her mouth discreetly as she gathered her hair up.
Much to Clarke’s surprise, Lexa picked up the bottle of massage oil and made her way to Clarke’s feet. Clarke thought for sure the blow job would be the ‘happy ending,’ but Lexa clearly had other ideas as she started to massage Clarke’s feet and ankles.
Clarke was close to drifting off; she was so relaxed and satiated that she concluded this was most assuredly one of her better decisions, despite her initial reservations. Soft hands moved on to her calf muscles, digging in all the right places and soothing as they moved slowly upward.
Determined not to fall asleep and miss any of this experience, Clarke focused her attention on the goddess who was making her feel all kinds of things.
Lexa was undoubtedly gorgeous. She was dressed in a white tank top and loose-fitting white pants. Her skin was sun-kissed, eyes a startling green, and that chiseled jawline had Clarke longing to run her tongue along it.
The muscle definition in her forearms was evident as she kneaded Clarke’s muscles, obviously built from years of mastering her craft.
Her observation, combined with Lexa’s slow ascent of her body, now focused on her lower thighs just above the knee, had Clarke’s cock responding again. She was still uncovered; no need for modesty now Lexa had seen - and tasted - all of her.
Clarke’s cock gave a particularly pronounced twitch, lifting off her hip where it had been resting after cumming in Lexa’s mouth. Lexa’s hands had started exploring Clarke’s inner thighs, delightfully massaging the soft flesh, dipping and kneading her way masterfully over Clarke’s body.
By the time deft hands reached Clarke’s hip flexors, her dick was at full mast once again, resting hard and hot against her belly.
Clarke almost whined in disappointment when she felt Lexa’s hands leave her body. She’d gotten so used to having them on her for the last however long she felt the loss immediately.
Her disappointment vanished in an instant, however, when she realized what Lexa was doing.
Whipping her tank top off and dropping her pants, Lexa was naked in only a few seconds, leaving Clarke breathless. If she’d thought Lexa was beautiful before, seeing her naked only bolstered those feelings.
Wordlessly and with an agility Clarke found hot as fuck, Lexa climbed up onto the massage table, straddling Clarke’s upper thighs and looking down on her lustfully.
Her skin glowed in the candlelight, only adding to the dreamlike feel of the situation. Clarke was half expecting to wake up at any point to find she’d cum in her pants at work or some other embarrassing scenario.
Despite her uncertainties, Lexa’s body felt very real as it moved on top of her.
“You can touch me if you want,” Lexa’s voice had somehow gotten even sexier as she rolled her hips, thighs gliding over Clarke’s skin, still lubed from the massage. Clarke’s hands had a mind of their own as they rose to Lexa’s hips, thumbs circling on hip bones as the woman above her moved sensually.
Clarke’s cock was so hard it was almost jumping at Lexa, precum leaking as it waited impatiently for attention.
Sensing Clarke’s eagerness, Lexa lifted her hips, shuffling forward on the skinny massage table before gripping Clarke’s cock, holding it upright. Making sure to make eye contact, Lexa swiped the tip through her folds a few times, Clarke groaning as she felt how wet Lexa was.
The massage oil and Lexa’s natural lubrication meant Lexa could slide easily onto Clarke’s dick, letting out a controlled breath as she descended.
“Oh,” Lexa said softly when her hips came into contact with Clarke’s, cock buried deep inside her. “you feel so good inside me, Clarke,”
“God, Lexa, you feel amazing,” Clarke praised, running her hands up Lexa’s sides as she sat perched above her.
Lexa leaned slightly forward and placed her hands just above Clarke’s shoulders, lifting her hips and starting a slow rhythm on Clarke’s cock.
The feeling was exquisite; Lexa undeniably knew what she was doing.
Lexa maintained the slow cadence for several minutes, and Clarke could hear her breath getting more labored. She was definitely losing some of that tightly-held control she’d been displaying this whole session.
Shifting positions, Lexa leaned back, spreading her knees and using one of her hands to brace on Clarke’s thigh, picking up the pace of her hips and giving Clarke a tantalizing view of her pussy sliding up and down on her dick.
Clarke couldn’t help herself, reaching a hand out to play with Lexa’s swollen clit, which was on display in this position.
“Mmmmm, Clarke,” Lexa moaned, bringing her free hand up to massage her breast as she bounced on Clarke’s cock. Clarke could feel Lexa’s muscles contracting as she rubbed her thumb over Lexa’s sensitive nub. “oh, yes, don’t stop,” Lexa’s movements were getting sloppy as she approached her climax, and Clarke was on cloud nine, watching the sexy woman fall apart on top of her.
“Cum for me, Lexa,” Clarke said. She could hear the huskiness in her own voice as she tried to hold off her own orgasm long enough to get Lexa off.
It wasn’t an easy task with the way the gorgeous masseuse was riding her. The long, smooth movements of her hips were providing the maximum amount of pleasure and making it extremely difficult for Clarke to keep herself from exploding.
“Oh, fuck,” Lexa’s carefully constructed composure faltered for a second as her hips rolled in an uneven rhythm, head thrown back with a silent scream as what Clarke could only imagine was a powerful orgasm wracked her body.
Lexa’s abs contracted with the same pattern as her pussy, Clarke feeling every wave of Lexa’s climax on her cock as Lexa came hard on top of her.
Clarke couldn’t hold it anymore as she involuntarily thrust up, shooting her load into Lexa as her pussy spasmed with aftershocks. It was incredible - like Lexa’s walls were milking her cock of everything it had to offer, shot after shot coaxed out into the warmth of Lexa’s cunt.
Minutes ticked by, possibly hours Clarke couldn’t be certain, while the two of them caught their breath. Lexa had shuffled forward so she was lying on Clarke’s chest, soft breaths tickling Clarke’s neck.
Clarke’s cock had softened and fallen from Lexa’s comforting warmth, causing both of them a sense of loss.
Lexa eventually lifted herself off Clarke, delicately wiping off their combined mess from both of them before quickly throwing her clothes back on.
Suddenly, Lexa’s professional front returned as she placed the towel back over Clarke, giving her a warm smile as she did so.
"That concludes our session, Clarke. I hope it was satisfactory for you, and if you would like to book another appointment, please stop by reception on the way out." Lexa said formally. “You can request me personally if you enjoyed our time together," she added suggestively, and perhaps with a little hint of hopefulness if Clarke’s ears hadn’t deceived her as she exited the room, leaving Clarke to her thoughts and comprehensively blown mind.
Clarke was absolutely booking again. And she was without a fucking doubt requesting sexy voice Lexa.