1. Work Facial


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Author: mmmwhat, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    "So? You're not comfortable giving me a facial?" She play punched me on the arm. "No silly. I don't have a problem giving you a facial. My concerns about you run much deeper." "Ouch. I'm hurt." I looked at her, giving her my best puppy-dog look. She appeared to think for a moment and then said, "Since my appointment cancelled, I could 'do you' after school... if you're actually interested." I enthusiastically nodded my interest and a few hours later, found myself pulling into her driveway. I was sporting half a hard-on as I climbed out of my car. I kept having visions of Julia and me frolicking on her couch or carpet. I shamelessly stared at her ass as she unlocked her front door and led me inside. I made a mental note that I didn't see any panty lines, so I wondered if that meant thong and stockings or hose and no panties? She led me into the kitchen and sat me at a straight-backed chair. "Wait here while I get the stuff." Her heels clacked away on the tile floor. I busied myself looking around her kitchen and den. Hmmm. I could bend her over that counter there and fuck her from behind... I could sit her on that island and eat her pussy... I could... "Hey, earth to Johnny!" I snapped my head around and found myself staring at her lovely breasts. She'd taken off her heels and had padded back into the kitchen with two handfuls of bottles and jars. At this distance, I noticed her blouse was actually just a bit sheer and that her bra was lace. She laughed, noticing my gaze. "A ...
    perfect example of why I don't usually do this for guys." "Sorry. You kind of surprised me." I began to blush. I also began to stiffen. "Don't apologize." She went to the sink and drew a bowl of warm water. "It's not your fault your eyes are at the same level as my tits." I gave her a close look at her mentioning 'tits'. She was smiling with a twinkle in her eye. Obviously she was in a playful mood. In all our flirting at school, we'd kept the banter 'clean'... No overtly sexual comments our innuendos. This was a noticeable shift in the tone of our friendship. My dick was now fully hard. I hoped she didn't need me to stand up anytime soon, unless of course it was to strip and m***** me. She came back over and began to wash my face. She stood at arms length bending over slightly at the waist. This afforded me a nice view of her lace clad breasts. "Eyes closed" she said and began to soap my forehead. "You just don't want me staring at your tits." She swept the soapy cloth across my chin in time to catch my open mouth. "Mouth too." I began to sputter upon tasting soap. She giggled. "You are an uncooperative customer. Hold still while I get you something to drink." I risked a peek just to see her ass sway to the fridge and was rewarded with a stinging in my eye. "Ouch" She began wiping the soap off my face and then held a glass to my lips. Orange juice. I reached up to hold the glass, only to have my hand lightly slapped. "Hands down. That's a rule for male customers." "oh really? ...
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