His skin was not pale but certainly not tanned. While not obese, he carried an extra twenty pounds, which only manifested itself around his waist as ...small "love handles." He had told her once that he had been slightly overweight all his life. And so, he possessed the muscular legs of a man who had carried just a touch of extra weight. His brown hair was short and parted to the right. She knew he liked to keep it that way, not out of upbringing, but simply for the convenience of it and on. It’s impressive and part of you feels good that you can still have that effect on a younger man. You start wanting it, to see it, feel it, suck it, have it inside you and you wonder how far this is going to go.“If the club soda didn’t work there’s one more thing I’d like to try. May I?”You know he’s asking your permission. You want it. You can’t help yourself. “Go ahead” you hear your self say in a low breathy voice.“Let’s see if this does any better,” he says and then puts his mouth on the. " (The signs all over the place saying that "sessions will be terminated immediately if a client acts inappropriately" scared me, I suppose.)Anyway, after the second time she asked the question, I answered "Um, undraped is fine, I suppose." After all, massage therapists usually uncover each ass cheek in turn anyway, so what was the big deal?"Are you sure?" she asked. "If you're shy or something, that's OK." Nah," I responded, more confidently. "I've had enough massages that I'm fine with. This man must be mad! And she was apparently completely at his mercy."Later, my lovely. Later. Let's take things as they come. And it's about time for that hot little stream to come, isn't it?" He stepped closer, slipped a hand in her crotch, and parted her slit with his fingers. She tried to back her hips away from his prying invasion, but the almost-vertical tilt of the upper bed section gave her no room to retreat.Then she could hold back no longer. The nervous tension of the moment was the.