Masaje para una Invitada Especial

I was lying face-down on the massage table when the door to the room creaked open. My heart immediately started pounding harder. For a month now, I'd been coming to this little spa for one reason only—Lena, the waitress from the café across the street. Every time she served me coffee, our eyes lingered just a beat too long. Today, she'd booked the massage herself, taking over for her friend who'd suddenly come down with a "mystery illness."

"Hey there, regular," she whispered, stepping closer. Her voice was low, with a slight rasp that sent shivers down my spine. "I've been dying to get my hands on you… I mean, give you a massage. Oops, did I say that out loud?"

I turned my head and saw her standing there in a white robe that barely reached her thighs. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her cheeks slightly flushed. She held her hands in front of her, like she didn't know what to do with them.

"Lena, are you serious?" I breathed out, feeling the desire that had been building for weeks finally breaking loose. My cock was already starting to harden, pressing against the firm surface of the table.

"Shh," she pressed a finger to her lips and giggled. "Thin walls. Wouldn't want anyone to hear how I've been fantasizing about you every time you left a tip… and looked at me like you were undressing me with your eyes."

Her palms landed on my shoulders. Her fingers were warm, slightly trembling. She started kneading the muscles, but the movements quickly shifted—no longer professional, but hungry. I felt her breasts press against my back as she leaned in closer.

"You're so hard everywhere…" she whispered into my ear, her breath burning my skin. "Especially right here."

Her hand slid lower, under the sheet, and wrapped around my fully erect cock. I sucked in a sharp breath. Lena let out a quiet laugh, squeezing her fingers.

"Wow, so hot… and already wet at the tip. You've wanted me for a while too, haven't you? Don't even try to deny it—I saw you staring at my legs in the café."

"Every goddamn day," I admitted hoarsely, rolling onto my back. The sheet fell away. Lena licked her lips, staring at my standing cock. Her robe was already hanging open, revealing nothing but lace panties underneath.

She climbed onto the table, straddling my thighs. The robe slipped off her shoulders, exposing her full breasts with hard nipples. I reached up, cupped her ass in my palms, and pulled her closer. Lena leaned down, kissing me hungrily, tongue and all. Her pussy was already soaked—I could feel it as she started grinding against my shaft.

"I want you right now," she breathed between kisses. "I can't keep pretending we're just waitress and customer anymore. Fuck me like the lover you've been secretly waiting for."

I flipped her onto her back. The table creaked slightly beneath us. Lena spread her legs, revealing her smooth, glistening slit. I ran the head of my cock along her clit, and she arched up, letting out a soft moan.

"Don't tease… just get inside me. I'm dripping for you…"

I thrust in with one stroke. Her pussy was tight, hot, gripping me snugly. Lena bit her lip to keep from screaming, but a muffled moan still escaped her throat. I started moving hard, relentless, just like she asked. Each thrust was accompanied by wet slaps and the quiet creak of the table.

"Yes… just like that… deeper," she whispered, digging her nails into my shoulders. "You're so big… filling me up completely… Oh god, this feels so good!"

I leaned down, took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling. Lena arched harder, her breathing turning ragged. I could feel her walls clenching around my cock, her whole body trembling. I rolled her onto her side, lifted one leg up, and thrust inside again, hitting a different angle. Lena pressed her palm over her mouth to muffle her moans.

"I'm gonna… don't stop…" she breathed out. Her pussy began to pulse, squeezing me in rhythm with her orgasm. Hot wetness gushed harder, and I could hear it dripping onto the sheet.

I couldn't hold back. A few powerful thrusts—and I came deep inside her, flooding her with cum. Lena shuddered, pressing against me, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

We lay there, breathing hard. Massage oil mixed with sweat and our juices. Lena turned her head and gave me a sly smile.

"So, my dear regular… am I officially your secret lover now?"

"Every day after your shift," I answered, kissing her neck. "And no more tips. Just this."

In the morning, her tiny kitchen smelled of fresh coffee. Lena stood at the stove wearing my shirt, which barely covered her ass. I sat at the table, watching her move. Our eyes met—no more awkwardness, but the same spark was still there. She set a cup in front of me and leaned down, kissing the corner of my mouth.

"Don't look at me like that, or I'll want you again right on this table," she murmured with a smile.

"And I wouldn't complain," I replied, wrapping my arm around her waist. We both knew—this was just the beginning of our secret story.