Body Language, Chapter 3
Touch and Go
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My hands glided gracefully from Cass’s legs to her soft, perky ass. The oil and gentle pressure warmed her skin beneath my touch.
Cass lay there, her breathing deepening.
I hadn’t looked at the clock once since she’d burst in on me while I was prepping the table.
I was having too much fun.
It was the first time in a long while that conversation had flowed naturally between me and a woman.
Most times, arbitrary small talk or awkward silence lingered in the room.
Here, we each seemed to instinctively know when to talk, when to listen, and when to simply shut up and be present.
“You’re not shy, are you?” I asked.
Cass’s naked backside was a vision to behold.
“No, not really,” Cass mused, her face turned away from me.
“I’m gonna have to go to Arizona and visit, uh—”
“Visit ASU?” Cass interrupted, leading me.
“Yeah…”
It was my turn to chuckle nervously.
“Get some hot college chicks,” Cass read me like a book.
“Take the massage—take the massage table and travel.”
My tongue tripped over my words as my hands continued to explore.
I noticed a small mole on the underside of Cass’s right butt cheek.
I ran my hands from Cass’s hips, down her buttocks, and onto her legs, then traced the length back up them.
Several times.
Up and down.
Exploring the softness of her skin.
Then, standing at the head of the table, I leaned down and ran my hands from her shoulder blades down the length of her body and cupped each cheek briefly before running them back up onto her shoulders.
“Just tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
I hadn’t quite forgotten that I was on the clock.
“Feels really good so far,” Cass assured me as my hands kept finding her backside.
She was receptive to my firm touch.
I ran my hands vigorously across her lower back, which made her body shift slightly on the table.
At this point, I was fully in self-amusement mode.
It was time to turn up the heat.
“So, are you a good girl or a bad girl?” I posed to Cass.
It didn’t matter either way what she said.
There’s a level of intimate honesty when a woman is naked and unclothed on your massage table.
“Both!” Cass beamed, as if this wasn’t the first time the question had been posed to her.
“Depends on the day,” she clarified.
Today’s gonna be a bad-girl day, Cass.
“…or the time.”
I reached down and gave her backside a firm smack with my hand.
The sound echoed softly throughout the room.
“Mm.”
Cass muffled a soft noise.
“Mmmm,” I imitated.
Blood began rushing to her cheeks.
A soft rosy hue emerged.
“The day or the time,” I repeated, amused.
Cass giggled one of her now-infamous giggles.
“…Well, what about—what is today?”
“Pretty much my mood.”
“What kind of mood are you in today?”
“I’m in a—”
Cass briefly hesitated.
“—erotic mood.”
“You are?” I feigned surprise.
“Yeah,” Cass admitted, almost a hint of defeat in her voice, as if telling me I’d coaxed it out of her.
“Massages are always sensual and fun.”
I stood at Cass’s side and continued the massage in silence for a moment.
I rubbed her inner thigh with my right hand. My left hand pressed down on her back firmly. My hand then slid up to rub her pussy lips gently.
“Is that okay?”
“Of course.” Cass’s vocal tonality shifted down into seductive.
“Of course. That’s my kinda girl.” I beamed, still gently rubbing her pussy, searching for her clit.
“Mmmm,” Cass moaned. “Feels awesome.”
I kept one hand on her back, massaging her petite torso, and the other gently rubbed Cass’s opening. She became wet to my touch.
I moved my hand to the small of her back, and gently inserted my right hand inside her. Two fingers into her extremely tight crease. Her dampness became audible.
I continued fingering Cass on the table as my free hand rubbed her ass, then another firm “smack!”
“You are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
“Ever been spanked before?”
“Ummm…a couple times,” Cass answered honestly.
I began to wonder if it was by some older ex-boyfriend or what. Somehow I know Daddy would never spank his little girl.
“A couple times?” I repeated. Another firm “smack” found Cass’s reddening backside.
“Mmm,” I moaned gently and removed my hand. I ran my hands around her lower midsection again, and gave some grounding touch.
“I like to just enjoy my massages,” Cass mused.
“Of course.” My hands explored Cass’s wet pussy.
“Such a nice little ass you’ve got here.” I felt like the Big Bad Wolf. “
Two fingers slipped inside Cass’s opening. Her dampness now more audible.
“Wow, I had NO CLUE this was gonna happen,” Cass verbally gushed. “…But it feels good.”
I chuckled. “Any time you wanna come out from Arizona…”
“Definitetly!” a small puddle began to form on the table.
I audibly cleared my throat. My hands still explored Cass’s soft pink pussy lips.
Suddenly Cass lifted her right arm and began exploring my body as well.
Cass shifted and turned her neck to face me. Now she found the growing bulge in my khakis with her free hand.
Cass jerked me slowly underhand and then pushed herself up onto her elbows. Her face rested at groin level.
I untucked my white polo and adjusted my khaki shorts.
Cass’s hands found my button and zipper. Suddenly my cock appeared from out of my shorts, held firmly in Cass’s grip.
“Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable?”
“Not at all…” Cass removed the tip of my cock out of her mouth, and then took me back in.
I lifted my arms, removed my shirt and slid my shorts and boxers down.
Cass vigorously sucked my cock as I stood there moaning.
“Ohhh,” I exhaled loudly.
My hand explored Cass’s straw-colored hair. Now darkened with sweat from our erotic touches. Her mouth made soft noises as she enthusiastically bobbed in my groin.
“Ahh,” I moaned again. “—let me see those pretty little eyes.”
“Cass flashed me her baby blues, never allowing my cock to escape her grasp. A wicked little smirk grew on her face, before she took me back into her mouth.
This time her gulps went deeper onto my shaft. I audibly moaned again.
Cass shifted her weight and rolled onto her side to face me. I took one of her DD breasts in my hand as her bobbing continued. With her free hand, Cass explored her wet opening.
“Wow, my fingers are FREEZING!”
Cass burst into laughter like she’d just said the funniest thing in the world.
Does this chick ever keep a thought to herself?
My focus was elsewhere, as Cass’s mouth continued to work me.
“Ahhh,” another soft moaned escaped me. “I think I’m the one getting a massage.”
“Kind of a dual-massage today,” Cass smirked as she jerked my tip.
“I guess it is.”
My hand again found Cass’s wet pussy.
“Mmmm. So tight!”
My cock again disappeared into Cass’s eager lips.
“Let me see those pretty eyes again,” I beckoned. Cass’s glance met mine.
“How old are you again?”
“Eighteen!” Cass mumbled, my cock still pressed between her lips. My hands grabbed onto her throat.
“Let me see those eyes,” I commanded. “How old?”
“Eighteen!” again Cass giggled with her lips wrapped around my tip. I wished I had a camera to capture this moment.
“Eighteen and naughty, huh?” I asked.
Cass was too occupied to answer. I firmly grasped her arm and held her in place on the table. Cass’s tongue ran the length of my curved manhood a couple times, and then she resumed sucking my tip.
I reached down and massaged Cass’s pubic bone and her firm butt. Cass took my cock out of her mouth and began to twist my manhood with a double-jerking motion.
“Let’s get a little more than a finger in that tight little pussy,” I whispered.
“Alright, let’s try it!” Cass matched my tone.
I stayed standing at the middle of the massage table. Cass spun her hips on her back and spread her legs open. Her right foot rested on the table with her knee bent. Her neck stretched awkwardly upward as she searched my manhood.
From this angle, I sent a silent “well done” to Cass’s plastic surgeon. Her perky tits beamed up at me.
A look of eager anticipation overcame Cass’s face as my cock gently rested at her soft opening. With one thrust, Cass and I became intimately acquainted.
For the first time since Cass arrived, I noticed the clock.
Twenty-two minutes had passed and Cass and I went from total strangers to completely naked, fucking in a tiny massage room.
If this upscale spa had experienced anything like this previously, it didn’t come out in the orientation.
Somehow, I knew that these walls couldn’t keep our little secret for long.
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