nipples.
'Oh God!' She crushed the teen against herself and started to jerk. 'Cream me, darling! Oh, darling!' The spasms ripped through her loins.
He rutted at her contracting pussy, whimpering, delirious with sensation. He looked as if he'd sweat blood any second as Carol's cunt gnawed his splitting-hard, pleasure-raw cock. His toenails clawed at the concrete floor.
He shot her so full of cum that before he'd finished fucking her the jizz was running out onto his balls. As his orgasm subsided, his strength turned to weakness, and he would have collapsed if Carol hadn't sensed his waning strength and dismounted.
She slipped off his prick, slid down his body, fell to her knees in front of him and began to lick the jism off his balls. He relaxed back against the door, wringing the last twinges of fuck-itch from his prick with a sliding fist. He groaned as Carol slurped his balls clean.
She stood up and kissed him. He tasted his jism on her lips. He shoved his tongue down her throat, getting as much pleasure from her mouth as he could before she pushed him away.
'That was marvelous,' Carol said, 'but now I think we'd better get dressed and out of here before somebody comes along and catches us – your boss, for instance.'
'Jesus Christ!' the teen said, and he dressed as if his life depended on it. His cock was still hard as he zipped up his jeans.
CHAPTER FIVE
Although Carol could easily afford to pay for an hour-long massage at the health spa where she'd been working out three days a week for the last six years, she had never gone in for a massage despite the repeated recommendations of several of the women she worked out with.
The idea of going in for a massage made her self-conscious, not to mention nervous and slightly afraid. She has seen too many movies in which pain was inflicted on the client by a moronic, sadistic masseur – not that Richard, the college-age masseur at the spa, looked either moronic or sadistic, but he was certainly well built, and capable of breaking her arms and legs off if he decided to get mean.
He'd never do that, though, she knew. Despite his build, he was a shy, gentle young man. She had not yet received a massage from him – not because she feared him, but because she feared herself. Deep down, she'd realized she couldn't trust herself alone with the young man behind the locked door of the massage room, so she'd used all kinds of lame excuses to avoid placing herself in that situation.
Until today.
Today she would have her first massage.
'Mrs. Johnson! I thought I'd never get you in here.' Richard dropped his magazine and jumped up from his chair. He was dressed in white pants, white athletic shoes, and no shirt. His muscular torso was tanned, smooth and oiled.
Like many college-age young men, Richard fancied himself a bodybuilder. Although he had never, and probably would never, compete in a physique contest, he kept his body shaved and tanned to accent his clean-cut muscles, rippling muscles Carol couldn't take her eyes off of as Richard closed and locked the door of the massage room.
'I thought it was about time I tried out your magic hands,' Carol said. 'But you must call me Carol. Am I dressed appropriately for a massage? I always see the other women wearing their bikinis when they come in here.'
'A bikini is fine, Mrs. – uh, Carol. The less you have on, the better. Many women prefer complete nudity, but I leave that up to you.'
'Why not?' Carol said. 'I'm sure you've seen it all many times over.'
'Every day,' Richard said. 'Just like a doctor.'
He chuckled, and Carol chuckled too. He wasn't quite as shy as Carol had thought. She reached back, fumbling with the strap of her bikini halter.
'Allow me,' Richard said. 'I've had lots of experience with these things.'
A quick tug of his fingers, and Carol's bra fell away from her tits.
'Now, if you'll allow me again.' Without waiting for Carol's answer, Richard peeled her panties off her ass and down her legs. Squatting, he lifted her feet one at a time and helped her step out of the panties completely.
'Nice,' he whispered under his breath, but Carol heard him.
She also heard him sniffing her ass, and she intentionally arched her lower back and wiggled her ass in his face. 'That's so much better,' she sighed. 'Now what?'
'Up on the table,' Richard said. 'Face up, and relax.'
He turned down the lights as she stretched out, then squirted some oil from a squeeze bottle into one hand.
'I'm in heaven already,' Carol said.
Richard smiled, looking her over – all over. 'It gets better. Much better.'
Carol melted at the first touch of his hands. As he oiled her legs and worked on her feet, such waves of relaxation flowed through her that she couldn't help moaning. Her legs spread naturally, ready to fail off the sides of the table. She wished the table were three times as wide, so she could really spread her legs. Her pussy throbbed, oozing hot juice, a mixture of pussy cream and that young mechanic's cum.
'You have a beautiful body, Carol,' Richard said. 'I see a lot of built women in this place every day, and yours is one of the top figures around. Your husband is a lucky man.'
Carol curled her toes against his fingers. 'Thank you, Richard. You certainly know how to make a woman feel good.'
'It's my business,' Richard said. 'I'm in the business of making ladies feel as good as they can feel. I'll do whatever is necessary, whatever it takes. Guaranteed, or your money back.'
He stroked up her legs, bearing down with just the right pressure to make her muscles relax completely and throb pleasantly. His own muscles pumped up as he worked, and a few beads of sweat trickled from his armpits, rippling down over the armor-like muscles of his flanks and abdomen.
Carol ached to rub against those muscles, to lick off that sweat. As he stroked her belly and tits, she shuddered, the tension flowing out of her.
He stood at the head of the table and reached forward to massage her flanks. Her spine stretched as he pulled. His fingers probed the muscles of her lower back, sending electricity coursing through her nerves in that area.
'Oh God, this feels good!' she sighed, the words coming out spontaneously.
'It gets better,' Richard said. 'Much, much better.'
He squirted some oil on her tits and worked on them some more. Her nipples caught between his fingers, and he gently milked them. Carol's cunt contracted, and she automatically squeezed her legs together.
'We'd better turn you over now,' Richard said. 'Come on, over you go.' He helped flip her so she was lying belly down.
Carol could feel that the sheet was wet under her cunt. The pussy cream continued to ooze out of her, especially as her cunt contracted due to Richard's deft stroking. It seemed that wherever he touched her now, his hands were electric and the erotic sensations flowed through her.
'You're so soft and smooth,' Richard said, spreading warm oil all over her back and ass, and up and down the backs of her legs. 'Your skin is like silk. I like a woman who keeps her legs shaved so close.'
'I shaved them yesterday, as a matter of fact,' Carol said.
'That would have been fun to watch,' Richard said suggestively.
'Would it?' Carol giggled.
He stroked up the backs of her legs, sending delicious milking sensations through Carol's body. He stroked her back and kneaded her ass. As his fingers sank into the muscles of her upper back and along her spine, she felt
