DWC: snap, crackle, pop!
Time to dust off Masseur Rick again! Find him here and here, previously.
NSFW@ricksanchezdwc
Snap!
Involuntarily, you sucked your breath in. It wasn’t a gasp! you told yourself. It wasn’t loud enough to be a gasp, it was just surprise and a feeling of relief.
He grunted his disapproval that you’d tensed up in fear of him cutting your session short again because you made too loud a sound, but apparently Rick agreed that your noise wasn’t going to draw attention, because his palms continued to push on either side of your spine, moving gently downward. No other vertebrae made the same noise as he manipulated your back.
Once he’d reworked the tension in your shoulders out again, he didn’t redrape you–another good sign he wasn’t exasperated about the gasp you’d made; he was as tempermental as a damn cat–and started on your legs.
Crackle!
The tiny sounds your ankles made when he rotated them didn’t make you gasp. When he cradled your foot and dragged both thumbs up the sole of your foot, however, you had to choke back a laugh.
Rick paused.
You mumbled an apology into the table.
He dropped your foot and continued to pause, and you thought he was going to quit. You held your breath until his fingers wrapped themselves around your calf, and he began massaging the muscle there. He made his way up passed your knees to your thighs. You felt like melting into the heated table.
When he removed the rolled support from under your ankles and told you to lift your hips, you complied immediately.
He worked your gluts. He gently spread your legs and stroked your inner thighs.
You willed yourself to stay loose and receptive, even as your held your breath.
Pop!
You bit your lips closed but couldn’t contain the deep moan in your throat as Rick’s fingers slipped into your cunt. The noise was low enough to satisfy him that you appreciated it but not big enough that other people outside his room may hear.
That was good, because those moans continued as his talented fingers alternated teasing your clit and fucking you until you came. As always, you made his hand and the sheet below you wet. As always, he never commented on it.
He left the room before you’d come down from your blissful high. You had to take a second to catch your breath before collecting your clothing and pulling it back on. Holding the doorframe to steady yourself, you carefully walked out of the room and found him leaning against the wall across the hall, holding the obligatory paper cup full of water.
The scent of your own pussy wafted to you as he handed it over.
“Next available appointment’s in three weeks,” he told you dispassionately.
You nodded; you knew exactly when you’d see him again.
Rick gave you a slight nod and pushed himself off the wall to leave.
“Wait! Here!” you said in an urgent but hushed tone.
He paused, and you pressed his tip into his palm. With your hand in his, you grew bold and, before you could really think about what you were doing, you stepped up into his personal space and planted a kiss on his cheek.
He startled, and although he opened his mouth to say something, you were off, walking briskly down to the door to the reception area of the massage parlor, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
fin!