1. Chinese Massage Triangle


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ANcpl, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Experienced male masseur wanted who knows how to give a professional massage, that’s pleasurable and highly erotic while respecting her boundaries without expectation. Before we retire somewhere private. We’d like to meet for coffee to see if we click. She’s choosy; you must be a non-smoker, slim, have no facial hair and a high regard for cleanliness - No attraction no action. Jack said anyone reading between the lines would know we were really looking for a threesome and mentioning boundaries gave us an out should things not go the way we expected. Within hours the replies came flooding in. Most were one or two-line scribbles, rejected without a second thought. Only one stood out, eloquently written and ticking all the right boxes. Max, a pilot and trained masseur, had a stopover in our city coming up. We agreed to meet for dinner and if all went well, go back to his hotel. We chose an oriental restaurant for the meet. With well-spaced tables it was perfect for flirting and intimate conversation. I spent all day preening myself, deciding what to wear, excitedly checking and re-checking myself in the mirror. I settled on a stylish mid-thigh dress along with knee-length boots, sexy, but not slutty. Underneath, a set of matching lingerie Jack had bought especially for the occasion, made me feel perfect from the inside out. “You look fantastic, so elegant,” Jack complemented. "You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Are you sure you’re okay with this?" Okay ...
    with this? I've been having wet dreams about it for weeks. I felt like a million dollars, light, radiant and ready for anything. Excited about what might happen and happy knowing Jack wanted this as much as I did. Max cut a dashing figure. At five eleven, bald and muscular with a sweet face, I immediately liked him. We hadn’t told him I was Chinese and for a moment he tried to act nonchalant, but when my deep brown eyes met his, he melted. I accepted his offer to take my coat and I smiled to myself when I caught him eyeing the way my dress clung to my breasts. We were soon chatting like old friends, exploring each other’s lives, Max gauging us as much as we gauged him. His smiles came easily and seem sincere. He was soft spoken, a good listener and irresistibly likable. I got the feeling he could make friends anywhere. The meal was extremely good and as one bottle of Chablis turned to two, any doubt we had faded. Max gave the impression he would do anything to make our evening pleasurable. As we chatted I found myself imagining how his hands would feel roaming my body, touching places only Jack should touch; my nipples tightened as I envisaged his weight pressing down on me, his hardness pushing into me. At the end of the meal Max went to the bathroom to give us a chance to talk. We hardly needed it for without saying a word we had already agreed he was the one. Back at the hotel, the room was furnished to meet every desire of its international clientele. Pleasantly decorated ...
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