The Massage

Your workmate Laila is training to be a masseuse in her spare time. One day she asks if you’d be willing to let her practice on you. You pretend to be reluctant but you actually feel a surge of excitement in the pit of your stomach. You’ve always liked Laila, but you’ve never gone further than a kiss on the cheek at the office Christmas party. Now she’s going to rub her hands all over your body!

You feel a flutter of nerves as you press the doorbell. It’s like a first date! Laila answers the door and welcomes you in. She seems genuinely happy to see you and grateful that you could help out.

As usual, she’s made an effort to look nice. Her red hair is nicely styled and she has just enough makeup to enhance her natural good looks. Today she is wearing a short yellow summer dress with a plunging neckline and no outward signs of a bra underneath. It really shows off her petite figure.

Every time you see Laila you feel a little surge of lust. There’s just something about a big pair of tits on a small girl that drives you wild!

She leads you into the spare bedroom. Walking behind her, you notice that her legs look amazing in high heels and you catch the sweet scent of her perfume.

There is a massage table in the room and Laila bends forward to adjust some towels over it. Your eyes boggle as her bulging tits almost fall out of her dress.

Laila leaves you to strip down to your underpants and lay face-down on the table. Eventually she returns with a bottle of warm massage oil.

The massage begins and you both make small talk. It soon becomes apparent that Laila’s technique needs work. It feels more like groping and stroking than a proper massage, but she is unaware of this. As you lie there, being oiled and fondled by your sexy workmate, you start wondering what she looks like naked. Occasionally her hip or stomach presses against your hand. Before long, you have a raging erection. Luckily Laila can’t see it because you are face down.

“Okay, turn over now and I’ll do your front” says Laila.

You reluctantly turn over. If you had hoped that she wouldn’t notice your erection, then you were deluding yourself. Your cock is eight inches long and barely contained in your underpants, the long thick shaft aiming directly at your navel.

Laila stifles a gasp and looks away. You both struggle to think of how to deal with the sudden elephant in the room.

Her hands are on your thighs, motionless. She bites her lip and looks down.

“Ummmm…” she says.

You look around the room and start to whistle nonchalantly in an attempt to divert attention from your massive hard-on. For some reason, this doesn’t work.

“Does that always happen when you get a massage?” asks Laila eventually, with a coy smile on her face.

“Um, no, not usually,” you reply.

“Is it just me, then?” she asks, looking you straight in the eye. One of her hands slides further up your thigh.

You don’t reply, but your dick twitches visibly and draws her attention. She stares at it, still biting her lip.

“It’s big” she whispers, almost to herself. The hand on your thigh slides further up, the other she places on your hairy chest. You hold your breath, not wanting to break the spell.

Laila traces a finger-tip over the front of your underpants, down to your balls, then gently up along the underside of your shaft. Your cock grows bigger and the head starts to poke out into the open. Laila’s finger runs up and down a few more times, then she grasps your cock through your underwear and squeezes it firmly.

You groan and buck your hips involuntarily. This startles her and she draws back, suddenly aware that she has crossed a line.

Don’t stop,” you groan, taking Laila’s hand and placing it back on your on the massive bulge in your underpants.

She looks conflicted. “We work together. We shouldn’t be doing this,” she mutters, but she doesn’t take her hand away again.

You place your hand over hers, guiding her in a stroking motion. Your underpants roll down, leaving half your dick exposed. Laila’s palm brushes your knob and gets smeared with a glistening trail of pre-cum. She slides her hand inside your underwear and caresses your hairy balls.

“Let’s get these off,” she says, and pulls your underpants down your legs, discarding them on the floor. Then she squeezes some oil on her palm, grabs your cock again and starts jerking it in earnest.

As Laila continues to stroke your cock, you reach over and place your hand on the back of her thigh, then slide it up under her dress. She tenses up and stops wanking you, but doesn’t move away.

You give her a gentle squeeze at the top of her thigh right below her ass and then slide your hand between her legs, the length of your forefinger pressing against her panty-covered slit. She sighs and relaxes, parting her legs and moving her hips toward you for better access.

You slide your hand back and forth, rubbing her warm, slightly sweaty crotch through her panties, pressing the silky material between her pussy lips. Then, with one fingertip just inside the edge of her panties, you trace your way up over the curve of her buttock. You grab her firm little butt cheek and give it a squeeze.

Laila sighs and leans forward further, cradling your cock against her chest. She reaches round and pulls her dress up obligingly, revealing her tight little bottom to you in all its glory.

You run your hand from cheek to cheek, fondling her ass over her silky white panties. Laila starts shifting her weight from one leg to the other, making her delectable derriere squirm as you grope it.

“Mmmm… that’s nice,” sighs Laila. “I love having my butt stroked.”

You slide your hand into the waist of her panties and start feeling around inside, caressing her bare buttocks for a while before delving down between her legs. This action pulls her panties down to her upper thighs, exposing her naked ass. In her bent-over position her pussy is also visible, nestled in a neat patch of ginger pubic hair.

You slowly work two fingers into her tight, slippery cunt and start finger-fucking her. Her knees draw together briefly as she’s penetrated, causing her panties to drop to the floor. She moans softly and starts jerking your cock again.

Gazing at the lewd display of Laila’s sexy little butt and pretty pussy, you feel a strong desire to have them on your face. You pull her closer to the table. “Get up here,” you whisper.

“I’m not sure…” begins Laila.

“Get up here, I wanna eat your pussy,” you insist.

Laila cautiously climbs up onto the massage table into a sixty-nine position. You grab her hips and draw her succulent ass towards your face…

With a loud crash, your end of the cheap massage table suddenly collapses due to the excessive weight. Your head hits the ground hard and Laila’s taut little buttocks simultaneously slam into your face, giving you exactly what you wanted, and yet, not.

Your nose is up her pussy, your mouth is full of pubic hair and you think you might have broken your neck. Also, Laila might have head-butted your testicles on the way down. The situation is a bit of a mixed bag, really.

Laila gently climbs off you and you both assess your injuries. You are relieved to discover you can still wiggle your toes.

“I think this is a sign we shouldn’t be doing this,” says Laila ruefully.

“I think it’s a sign you should maybe get a better massage table” you reply.