Too Shy Until He Touches Me There

When the masseur calmly told Emejota VR she needed to undress completely during her session, she hesitated, a flush rising to her cheeks. After a short pause she agreed and slipped out of her clothes, leaving only her panties on before lying face-down on the table. His hands started professionally on her back, working the tension from her shoulders, but they soon drifted lower, pressing firmly along the curve of her ass. The touch was more intimate than she expected. At first it surprised her, yet the warmth of his palms quickly made her body respond. Soft, involuntary sounds escaped her as he continued. When he asked her to turn over she did so slowly. Her small natural nipples were already hard, and she could feel how wet her shaved pussy had become. Embarrassment still lingered in her eyes, but the masseur seemed to read exactly what she needed. His fingers slid beneath the edge of her panties and began stroking her directly. Emejota’s breath caught; almost without thinking she reached out and pressed her hand against the growing bulge in his pants. The last of her restraint disappeared. She sat up, freed his cock, and took him into her mouth, sucking with sudden hunger. He guided her onto her hands and knees right there on the massage table and pushed into her from behind. The first deep thrusts made her grip the edges of the table, soft moans filling the quiet room. He turned her onto her back and fucked her harder in missionary, holding her legs open while she stared up at him, the earlier shyness completely gone. After a while she pushed him back, sucked him clean again, then climbed on top and sank down onto his cock. She rode him with steady, eager movements until he gripped her hips, thrust up hard, and came deep inside her pussy. Emejota stayed on top of him for a moment, breathing heavily, skin warm and flushed. The massage was officially over.