Masseuse-in-Training

(3 September 2010)

"Just lie down and cover yourself with the towel. I'll be back in a minute." Connie closed the door behind her and Henry tried to relax as he stripped off his clothes. She was training for her massage certification, and he had agreed to help her out as part of her practice. Unfortunately, whenever Connie was around, Henry developed a major hard-on. Her slim body, short silky hair and pointed tits really turned him on. He didn't know what he was going to do when she got those sexy hands on his body.

Connie came back in and started working on Henry's back. He was lying on his stomach, which was making the erection that had sprung back up the minute she touched him a little uncomfortable. Her smooth hands worked down his back. When she reached his tailbone, her fingertips slipped under the edge of the towel and Henry shuddered in pleasure.

"Is something wrong?" Connie asked, stilling her motions. Henry managed to choke out a no, and she continued from his feet up to his legs. "You can roll over now," she said.

Henry stalled for a minute, trying to think of baseball scores, and then rolled over. His hard dick tented the towel. Connie glanced at it for a moment and then kept on working. When she reached his waist again, she pulled the towel aside. "We're told to expect that sometimes people will get turned on during a massage," she said. "And I'd never do anything with a client, but since you're a friend, I think I can help you out."

Connie warmed some scented massage oil between her soft palms and then reached down and wrapped her hands around his cock. She was so petite that it took both fists to cover Henry's seven-inch prick. He groaned when he felt her slick hands moving up and down his cock. The heat and friction coming from her fingers was incredible, and had his prick throbbing hard. "Connie," he choked, and then he was coming, warm spurts of creamy cum pouring out of his cockhead and all over her hands.

Henry lay back, his eyes closed, panting for breath. Connie paused for a moment, wiping her hands clean, and then continued massaging his chest, though all the tension was gone from his body. When she finished the massage, she left him to dress alone.

A week later, Connie asked Henry to come over for another session. Her final was coming up and she was getting nervous. Henry jerked off right before he went over in hopes of keeping himself from getting another inappropriate hard-on, but as soon as he felt her warm hands on his skin, it popped right up again.

When Connie asked him to roll over onto his back, she dimmed the lights. Henry heard the whisper of fabric and then Connie pulled the towel away. Before he had time to cover up his bobbing prick, Connie climbed onto the table, straddled him and slid down his prick.

The heat and tightness of Connie's wet pussy was incredible. Henry grasped her slim waist and lifted her up and down on his dick, lifting his head up so he could suck on her delectable small tits. Connie came hard as he tongued her nipples, moaning as her cunt clutched at his dick. "Oh yes," Henry groaned, and he pushed his hips off the table as he came inside Connie's slick tunnel.

"Are you going to do that when you take your exam?" Henry grinned, kissing Connie softly as she lay on his sweaty chest, her slender body pressed against his, her nipples tickling along his hairy chest.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Connie said. "But it would definitely get me an A."