The Session

The massage studio smelled of eucalyptus and warm oil, a scent that clung to the air like a secret. I’d been coming here for months, but today was different—today, Lena was my therapist, and Lena was the woman whose husband, Mark, I’d seen mowing his lawn every Sunday. She was all sharp angles and soft curves, a messy bun, and a smile that made my cock twitch even before she closed the door.

“You’re tense,” she said, her voice low, almost a purr. Her hands pressed into my back, and I was already hard, face-down on the table, my dick pressed uncomfortably against the towel. “I can feel it right here.”

“Yeah, work’s been—ah, fuck.” Her thumbs dug into a knot near my shoulder blade, and I groaned. She laughed, a warm sound that vibrated through her palms.

“Relax. I’m here to fix you.”

She worked her way down my spine, her touch slow, deliberate. When she reached my lower back, her fingers brushed the edge of the towel, and I held my breath. “You’re a little tense here too,” she murmured, and then her hand slid under the towel, cupping my ass. I sucked in air. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” I rasped. “God, yeah.”

She didn’t stop. Her fingers traced the crack of my ass, then slid lower, finding my balls, then my cock, which was rock-hard and leaking. She stroked it once, twice, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. “You like that?” she whispered, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Lena… your husband…”

“Mark’s at work. He doesn’t need to know.” She turned me over, and the towel fell away. My cock stood up, thick and veiny, and she looked at it like it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She licked her lips. “God, you’re big.”

She wrapped her fingers around me, stroking slow, and I watched her—her eyes half-lidded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Can I taste you?” she asked, and I nodded, unable to speak.

She lowered her head and took me in her mouth, all the way, without gagging. Her throat was warm and wet, and she moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. Her hand worked my shaft while her lips kissed my balls, and I grabbed her hair, not to guide her, just to hold on. “Fuck, Lena… that’s so good.”

She popped off with a wet sound, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my dick. “Not yet,” she said, and she stood, peeling off her uniform. Her tits were perfect—full, with dark nipples that hardened in the cool air. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She stepped out of her panties, showing me a patch of dark hair, already glistening.

“You want this?” she asked, spreading her legs.

I sat up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her onto the table. She straddled me, and I felt her wetness against my cock, hot and slick. I teased her, rubbing the head against her clit, and she let out a shaky breath. “Don’t be a tease,” she said, and I laughed.

“You started it.”

She sank down on me, inch by inch, and we both moaned. Her pussy was tight, gripping me like a fist, and I watched her face as she took me all the way in. Her eyes rolled back for a second, then she locked them on mine. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

She rode me slow at first, rocking her hips, her tits bouncing in my face. I leaned forward and sucked one nipple, and she gasped, digging her nails into my shoulders. “Harder,” she whispered. “Fuck me harder.”

I flipped her onto her back, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I drove into her, deep and fast. The table creaked under us, and she moaned, loud and unashamed. “Yes, yes, right there—oh god, don’t stop.”

Her pussy was so wet I could hear it, the sound mixing with our breathing and the slap of my hips against her ass. I grabbed her thigh, hiked it higher, and hit a spot that made her cry out. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare pull out.”

I buried myself to the hilt and came with her, my cock pulsing inside her, her inner walls clenching around me. We collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, and she laughed, a light, giddy sound.

“Well,” she said, tracing a finger down my chest. “I think you’re cured.”

I grinned. “I might need a follow-up appointment.”

She kissed me, soft and slow, and I could taste myself on her lips. “Anytime, neighbor.”

CATEGORIES: [Groping, Massage, Neighbor, Married, Cheating]