The Massage

“So, you need a ride?”

It was the Korean lady I was working with since last week. I am in this other location of ours, and will be working with her team for a few weeks. She is divorced and in mid 30s. She is tall, fair and slim, but voluptuous. She used to dress formal to office and her fleshy calves always made me drool.

“Oh sure, that is very sweet of you”, I replied.
“Pack up, and lets head out… TGIF dear” she chuckled.

She took me in her convertible to my hotel. Even though we were busy talking, my eyes were stuck on her shirt, flipping in the wind. She had left one more button open than usual, and the edge of the shirt was swaying in the wind, revealing more and more of her cleavage. The half an hour ride went like half of a minute.

When we reached the inn, I invited her in for a beer, as a token of my appreciation for the lift. She came in and we had a chilled beer together on the sofa. As we were talking, she bent down and started pressing and squeezing her calves, as if in some pain. I asked her and she said that she sprained it in the morning. I asked her to show me where it is paining. She showed me, joking whether I am gonna fix it. Voila, I just got what I wanted. I said I am good with massage and can give a try.

We moved on to the second (or third?) beer and I now have her legs on my lap. I applied some Vaseline to her legs and started massaging her shank. My long fingers ran all over it, at times loosely caressing her, other times tightly squeezing her flesh. It went down to her ankles and she giggled as if got tickled. As I slowly worked my fingers on her ankle, she closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying every moment to the fullest. My hands went further down, to the tip of her toes. I took every single one of it and my fingers ran all over and in between them.

Then my fingers started crawling upwards slowly. As they reached her knees she was almost shivering in excitement. She bent her knees forward and moved her hips closer to me. Her suit skirt slid down her thighs. Her thighs were fleshy but tight and shapely. She spread her legs a little, showing her yellow panty. I noticed that her panties were wet and had sunk into her lips. I sat breathless on the sofa, with a sexy women lying beside me, with her legs over my lap, and spread slightly… like the wings of an eagle, waiting for me to join her to fly into the high skies.

I got into senses when she placed her palm over my hand. Then she slowly pulled my hand towards her… onto to her thighs. It is the sign, now it is my turn to perform. My fingers ran all over her thighs, caressing and squeezing them. As I went further in, she was trembling in pleasure. I ran my finger over her panty. Feeling the wetness and the lush lips.

I kissed on her knees. Next moment her hands were on my head. She pulled my hair for a while… and then pushed my head down, into between her legs. The scent of her passion ignited me. I kissed gently on her panty. As my lips loosened, my tongue sprang out like a snake from the hole. I could taste her juices. The touch of my tongue drove her crazy and she moaned loudly. I rolled down her underwear and kissed over the trimmed, light golden hair. I pulled the hair with my teeth and she got all the more excited. Then I felt the soft hair with my tongue. Her thighs started to shiver. As I went further down, she started shaking. My lips met her lips down there. My tongue went between those succulent lips of her, till it got all the honey she had!