Sonia has been to the playroom plenty of times before and can’t help but smile when she sees the massage table is in front of the video wall.
With my phone I switch on the warmer for the table as she undresses. When fully undressed before me, two erect nipples are on display to suggest her interest in what is about to happen. My anticipation is apparent from the way my erection strains against my clothes. Looking down, Sonia’s smile grows wider.
“It’s nice for a girl to know she’s admired,” she says and, after placing the palm of one hand on my cheek and kissing me on the other, she adds, “Remind me to ask you something later.” Then she turns and walks toward the massage table.
The results of all the time Sonia spends in the gym, something Constance, the owner of MCI Consultants, requires of all her escorts, are obvious in her sculpted ass. Sitting on the edge of the massage table, she stares at my crotch.
“Come on,” she says waving her hand over my body, “fair’s fair.” She then reclines on the table on her right side with her back to the video wall and watches, her head propped on her hand, as I undress. When I’m standing nude by the table next to her, she takes my erection in her hand.
“Mm,” she hums as she strokes its length and moves to take it in her mouth.
I groan and bend at the waist, trying to distance myself from the sweet extasy of her hand and the promise of her warm tongue.
I say to myself; She comes first. She comes first. She comes first.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says in a playful tone. “Don’t you want me to take care of that for you?”
“Yes,” I say. “That’s the problem. I want to take care of you tonight. But you need to give me a fighting chance, okay?”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Absolutely . . . totally . . . I think.”
She laughs. “Okay. You let me know if you change your mind. Don’t make yourself suffer too long.” She sighs and lies on her stomach with her face turned in my direction and still away from the video wall. With a final glace down at my cock, she bites her lower lip and rubs her thighs together. When she relaxes them, I catch a whiff of her arousal and my resolve to take care of her first begins to melt under the heat that surges through my veins.
She comes first. She comes first.
On a small table to my right lies a chrome appliance that looks like it could have come from a hospital. The digital readout on the cover reads 102.2F, the precise temperature Sonia prefers. I roll back the cover and remove four stones. One I place at the top of her left leg just below her stair-stepper formed butt cheek, another mid-thigh, the third behind the knee and the last mid-calf. I remove a plastic bottle of massaging oil labeled Sonia from another device where it has been sitting in water two degrees cooler than the stones. When I squeeze the oil along the length of her right leg, her entire body quivers.
“Mm,” she moans. “That is soooo nice.”
There is now the faint aroma of vanilla, her favorite, mixed with her scent filling the air. For a moment, I feel I am about to pass out from the delicious assault on my senses.
She comes first. She comes first. She comes first.
I massage her entire right leg from foot to butt cheek. Then I remove the largest stone from her left leg and run it the entire length of her right leg that is semi-slick with the oil. Taking fresh stones from the warmer, I place them on her right leg the same way they had been on the left and remove the stones from the left and place them on a towel between the warmers. I then massage her left leg as I had massaged her right and finish up by placing fresh stones back on the left leg.
Next, I place two large stones, one on each butt cheek and pause, resting a hand on her lower back. Sonia’s eyes are closed, and her breathing has deepened. She’s drifting off into a shallow slumber. It pleases me I can give her this contented place between aching want and deep relaxation. From experience, however, I know her most satisfying rest is after her orgasm. If I leave her to fall into a deeper sleep, she will awaken in only thirty minutes or so feeling frustrated and in a very sour mood. She will not be a happy camper and, therefore, neither will I.
I smile to myself as I consider her possible reaction to what is to come next.
It’s been about two minutes, so I remove all the stones from her body and squirt massage oil on her behind, putting a liberal amount in her crack so that the warm oil runs down between her thighs and along her folds. Her eyes pop open and are filled with a bright light.
But she ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.
Taking my hand from her lower back, I wipe my hands with a towel and press a key on my phone that is lying next to the oil warmer. The video wall comes alive with the scene of a courtroom with jurors, opposing counsel and a judge. All are naked. A low hum of expectation in the courtroom makes Sonia’s head snap around to see everyone looking straight at us as if we are at another, off camera table where Sonia would be. She gasps. Her hips grind into the table and her eyes grow wide.
Bending close to her ear, I whisper, “Surprise, surprise!”
She growls and begins rubbing her thighs vigorously together, but I give her a playful slap on the butt that is hard enough to give a bit of a sting. She moans in frustration but relaxes her thighs.
Sonia has associates now that argue the smaller cases leaving the toughest cases to her. At her best, she’s excellent at controlling the courtroom’s mood. But she has admitted that, as her reputation grew and she took on tougher cases, she has become more and more nervous in her role as lead counsel. The technique she used in the past to ease her nerves, imagining everyone in the courtroom was naked, hasn’t been working. Before, doing so had increased her sexual energy, and she had channeled that energy into an increased focus that helped her connect with the jury. My goal is to reignite the fires within her that will reenergize Sonia’s confidence.
I place stones on her neck, shoulders and lower back. Her eyes stay on the screen as I massage her ass and I feel her buttocks tighten in my hands whenever a juror points in her direction and compliments her beauty and intelligence. I remove the stones and massage her upper back, neck, and shoulders and then help her roll over. With her head cocked to the left and her eyes glued to the screen, I repeat the sequence of stones and massage in the same order on the front of her body. The combination of video and message has set her body, and mine, abuzz.
She comes first. She comes first. She comes first.
By the time I am wiping the last of the massage oil from my hands, the nails of her right hand have left streaks in the oil as her hand made its way to between her legs. Her fingers race back and forth at a furious pace and her hips begin bucking, her moans rising in volume. I take her hand away. It is slick with fragrant passion.
“No!” She cries in protest.
Speaking in a horse whisper that is something like an aching moan, I say, “I cannot wait one second longer.”
She flings herself from the table and, after placing her hands on it, bends over to thrust her hips, and her desire, to me. Her folds and thighs glisten with her need.
Sonia’s muscle control is amazing, and she tightens around me as I enter her, slowing me. Growling in my desperate need for her, I take both her hips in my hands and pull her fully onto me. She gasps and then, with a growl of her own, squeezes me again and twerks her hips in little movements that pushes me right up to the edge. On the screen, the people are all pointing and shouting. Some are standing, trying to get to Sonia, others are trying to restrain them. I use the hold I have on her hips to steady myself as Sonia, her eyes locked on the video, begins slamming back onto me at a pace that seems almost superhuman.
She rubs her clit and crashes over the edge, her delicious inner flesh pulsating around me with intense contractions with every wave. Her mouth opens as if to moan or scream but the intensity of it all allows no sound to pass her lips.
It’s all too much for me. The sights, sounds and smells of her raw sex make me throw my head back and groan with my own release. Even after I finish, Sonia’s orgasm goes on as I squeeze her nipples and force her to drain everything into the last, final spasm as she sags against the table.
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