Soft Curves on the Table

The scent of warm almond oil and something sweeter, like vanilla lotion on heated skin, hit me the second I stepped into the private massage room. My pulse jumped. Lisa stood there in nothing but a thin white towel that barely wrapped around her full, heavy breasts and the wide swell of her hips. Her chubby body glowed under the low lights, every soft roll and curve begging to be touched. We had come here to try something new, something we’d whispered about for weeks.

“Ready to get your hands dirty, babe?” she asked, voice low and teasing. She let the towel slip just enough to show the deep crease beneath her belly, the way her thick thighs pressed together.

I swallowed hard. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

The masseuse, a tall woman named Carla with strong fingers and a knowing smile, had left us alone after the initial setup. This was our fantasy, booked as a couples’ sensual massage with full permission to explore. Lisa climbed onto the padded table face down first, the surface creaking softly under her weight. Her juicy ass spread wide, two pale, dimpled cheeks that made my cock twitch instantly.

I poured oil into my palms, the slick sound loud in the quiet room. “God, look at you,” I murmured, sliding my hands over the backs of her thighs. My fingers sank into the plush flesh, kneading upward until I cupped those heavy ass cheeks and spread them apart.

Lisa moaned, the sound vibrating through her body. “Mmm, harder… I want to feel you really grab me.”

My thumbs brushed her tight little anus, then dipped lower to her already wet pussy. She was soaked, lips puffy and glistening. I pushed two fingers inside her without warning, fast and deep, curling them against her inner walls while my other hand spanked one soft cheek. The smack echoed, making her flesh jiggle.

“Fuck, yes,” she gasped, pushing back against my hand. “Finger that pussy… make it squirt on this table.”

I pumped faster, the wet, filthy sounds filling the room. Her chubby body rocked, tits squished beneath her, belly pressing into the warm vinyl. Carla had said we could go as far as we wanted, and right now I wanted everything. I climbed onto the table behind her, knees sinking beside her wide hips, and lined up my hard cock.

With one thrust I buried myself balls-deep in her tight, dripping cunt. The heat was insane, her walls gripping me like velvet. “So fucking wet for me,” I growled, voice hoarse. “Your chubby pussy feels perfect.”

Lisa cried out, fingers clawing the sheet. “Deeper… pound it. I love feeling you stretch me.”

I gripped her wide hips, thumbs digging into the soft rolls at her waist, and started fucking her hard. Each slam made her ass ripple, the impact loud and obscene. She kept talking, breathy and filthy, urging me on.

“Spank me while you fuck me… yes, like that. Harder!”

My palm cracked against her ass again and again, leaving pink prints on the pale skin. Her pussy clenched tighter with every strike. I reached under her, finding her swollen clit beneath the soft mound of her belly, and rubbed tight circles. She started to shake.

“I’m gonna come… don’t stop, please,” she whimpered.

Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy gushing around my cock, juices running down her thighs and soaking the table. I didn’t slow down. I flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, loving how her heavy tits bounced free, nipples dark and hard. Her belly jiggled as she spread her thick thighs wide for me.

I dove back in, cock sliding into her creamy pussy in a single stroke. This time I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her soft body so I could watch every expression. “Look at me while I fuck you,” I said, voice rough with lust.

Her eyes locked on mine, mouth open, cheeks flushed. “I can feel you so deep… your balls are slapping my ass. Fill me up, baby. I want your cum dripping out of me.”

I thrust harder, the table rocking beneath us. The smell of sex mixed with the oil, sweet and dirty. Her tits bounced with every stroke; I leaned down and sucked one fat nipple into my mouth, biting gently. She arched, moaning loud enough that I hoped the walls were soundproof.

Another orgasm ripped through her, pussy fluttering and squeezing my dick like a fist. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. We stayed locked together, panting, bodies slick with oil and sweat.

Morning light filtered through the studio blinds as we sat at the small café table outside the changing rooms, sipping hot coffee. Lisa’s hair was still damp, her cheeks glowing. She caught my eye over the rim of her cup and smiled, slow and secret.

“Think we’re booking another session next week?” she asked, voice husky.

I reached across, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. “Only if you promise to wear that tiny towel again.”

She laughed softly, the sound warm and full of promise, while her foot slid up my calf under the table.