1. Chinese Massage Triangle


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

    his crotch. “Shall I cover you?” “No need,” I giggled. “You’ve already seen it.” Pouring warm oil onto his hands, he gently spread it over my back. Hummm… his touch was exquisite, the hot oil sending tingles through my body. I couldn’t believe how ready I was, each stroke of his amazing fingers elicited an appreciative moan. He pretended not to notice and took his time, gently massaging my neck, shoulders and arms. Being with someone other than my husband and the expectation of things to come had heightened my senses beyond belief. Just like the massage in China, I was on the verge of sensory overload, my body pirouetting under his fingers, every touch setting my skin on fire. In his emails, he promised a professional massage, but my wriggling wasn’t making it easy for him. “I’ve never known anyone so sensitive.” He must have thought things were going too fast, for he slowed his pace, probably hoping to give me time to enjoy the massage. Changing ends, he knelt by my feet gently stimulating the pressure points. He really did know how to give a good massage. I was glad in a way for it gave me a chance to catch my breath. “Is that okay; not too hard?” “Purr…fect.” Applying oil to my legs, he took time to work my supple calves, the tender spot at the back of the knees most men seem to forget, then all the way up my sexy butt. I rewarded each pleasurable stroke with a deep moan of appreciation. In a half dream state I was floating, my skin tingling, desperate for more attention. ...
    Without thought, I rolled over exposing my glistening labia to his eager eyes. He pretend he hadn’t noticed my obvious arousal, but I saw him take a good look as his masculine hands drew slow circles across my flat tummy, circling higher and higher as if hypnotised by my nipples. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he shuffled down the bed and resumed massaging my legs. He was trying hard to make the evening last as long as possible. He wanted to show off his skills and had planned a long massage before anything erotic. My tiger had other ideas, it wanted more and it wanted it now. In search of satisfaction, my hands rose to my boobs and tweaked my nipples. As he worked my thighs, I twisted and arched chasing his fingers, moaning as they got closer to my inflamed lips. In my mind my pussy was screaming, touch me, touch me now. I was ready to explode, my skin so sensitive it seemed an errant breath of air would send me crashing to orgasm. Seeing my desperation for what it was, he gave up the massage and rescued my breasts from my hands. I gasped as he grazed my nipples, my convulsing gaining momentum as I writhed against his teasing fingers. I wasn’t aware Jack had re-entered the room. He later described what he saw as a banquet of churning flesh. He’d never seen me like this, body arched and thrashing in ecstasy, all reservations dissolved by wine and lust. Sliding a hand between my legs, Max cupped my hairless pussy, his fingers gliding with ease through the silky wetness. ...
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