“And get inside you.” At his words, her breath hitched.
“Turn around slowly.I want to see you.” He motioned with his hand what he wanted.
She was happy to comply. She wore a soft white corset with thigh highs attached by dainty flowered garters. Beneath it was a thong of pale green lace. She slowly turned, allowing him to look all he wanted. When she finally faced him, his cock was hard and proudly sticking out.
A secretive smile curled his lips. “Beautiful.”
It wasn’tthe word, but how he said it that caused her to flush.
Before she could respond, he knelt at her feet. “I love these old-fashioned garters.” His large fingers nimbly worked the hooks on the front and back of her thigh. Then he purposefully rolled the nylon down to her boot. Lifting her foot as if he were Cinderella’s prince, he removed her boot and rolled the nylon completely off.
Again, herose and put her thigh high by the odd chair before returning to undress her other leg. When he’d completed that one, he returned and turned her around. Deftly, he unhooked the back of her corset, pulling it from her torso. As he put that away, she remained where she was.
She felt him stand against her back, his hands coming around to cup her breasts. “I’m going to make you come three times beforeyou stand on your feet again.” His voice brushed by her ear, causing her to shiver, though it could well be his words that caused that.
One hand moved from her breast to grasp the front of her thong, and she held her breath. The other hand moved over her shoulder to glide down her back.
“Are you wet for me?” His whispered words caused more moisture to fill her folds.
She nodded.
“Good.” Hishand at her back grasped the top of her thong and slowly pulled upward, tightening the lacy string between her ass cheeks, sensitizing her anal hole and smearing her wetness. “Not that I don’t believe you. I just want to see it.”
He continued to pull until the panties were pressing her barbell in her clit hood and she jerked at the spike of excitement.
As if it was exactly what he’d waited for,he lowered the thong down to her feet and took it off.
“Ach, definitely a good start.”
She turned around to see him add the thong to her pile of clothes. Then he took her hand and led her to the cushioned table. The top almost looked like it was made of twenty separate square cushions.
When Malcolm moved to the side and dropped four of them, leaving two holes big enough for her breasts, hercuriosity rose. “Why do I have the feeling this is no ordinary massage table.”
He kicked out a step and pulled her toward it. “Because it’s not. It’s made for sex.”
She could always count on him to be straight forward. She lay down, fitting her boobs into the holes which made it so much more comfortable. Malcolm then took two more squares out so she could look down.
He hit a lever and a mirrorslid out below her, giving her a perfect view of the figures moving on the wall. It was strange to be so excited when a massage was supposed to relax.
Malcolm’s footsteps were barely audible on the stone floor, but when he stepped on the step behind her, she knew he was ready to begin.
“Sex oil.” No sooner had he called for it than she felt the warm liquid dribble down her back and over herass. There must have been a lot of advancements in sex play since her time because she’d never seen such a table and some of the toys on the reel were completely foreign to her.
Preferring to enjoy Malcolm as opposed to the wall scenes, she closed her eyes the moment his large hands ran over her back. He moved methodically, kneading her muscles with his hands, gentle yet strong. The scent ofpeppermint made her smile. He knew her so well.
It didn’t take long for every one of her limbs to feel like jelly in the summer sun. He worked from her shoulders to her finger tips. From her ass to the bottoms of her feet and everywhere in between.
She felt his weight as his hands came on both sides of her, and he whispered in her ear. “Are you comfortable?”
She didn’t even want to move hermouth, so she hummed, “Uh-huh.”
His soft chuckle skittered over her skin, but didn’t penetrate her stupor. He spread her legs apart and she heard a couple more squares drop away, but other than that, she hovered between wakefulness and sleep.
Malcolm’s hands moved up the inside of her legs now, massaging her already lax muscles, but as he came closer to the juncture of her thighs, her skin startedto wake. His hands moved over her ass and up her back again missing her wanting parts.
She heard a soft buzz and when his right hand touched her back, it vibrated as it massaged. It had her muscles tingling in their limp state. His vibrating hand moved over her ass and down her legs as she struggled to stay awake.
Then Malcolm stepped back, and she opened her eyes to find him adjusting the mirrorbelow her so it showed her breasts. His hand with a band around his wrist came up and vibrated against her relaxed nipples, bringing them to life even though the rest of her was curiously limp.
