secret whispers

"sir, are you done?"

"yes."

he comes in. takes of his shirt.

"do you mind if i remove the towel?"

"sure, go ahead."

i feel rough, warm hands kneading my back muscles.

"sir, is the pressure okay?"

"yeah, kinda, uh huh."

"you work out?"

"not anymore... been 2 years since. why?"

"you got the build."

"thanks, glad to hear that."

"is this your first time here?"

"no."

"ah, just your first time with me, then."

"yes."

don is a masseur. dark, atractive, goateed, and with naughty chinky eyes.

massage, massage, massage. slippery fingers grazed my inner thighs. slowly. going upward. his fingers slyly crept inside. rubbing and grazing. teasing and lubricating. i inhaled deeply.

"you like that?"

"uh huh..."

"have you ever heard of extra service?"

and the rest is history.