Erotic Story: Favorite day

My heart starts racing the moment I see him sitting in the waiting room. Adrian has been coming for a massage every Monday morning, and for weeks I’ve been swooning at the thought of touching him again. There’s something about this man – I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m not the only one who feels like this, though. Ever since his first appointment, we’ve been sharing meaningful glances and flirting shamelessly. My Monday blues are nowhere to be found. In fact, thanks to him this has become my favorite day. As soon as I walk into the room, I see his expression change; as if from day-dreaming to instant happiness. “Are you ready?” I ask as I step up next to him. “You have no idea.” Hij tops off his answer with a wink. Fuck, he’s so sexy. As soon as we walk into my massage room, I feel his hand caress my lower back. “Technically, I should let you go in first”, I chuckle, slightly aroused. “I’ve been here too many times by now”, he laughs. “And I like this view better anyway.” His words trigger a wave of heat surging through my body. Something tells me that this is going to be a completely different Monday than I initially expected. Before I can say anything, he starts taking off his clothes. With a bit of effort, he pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso. I have to fight the urge to stare. Next, he starts unbuttoning his pants. The muscles in his arms gradually shift into view and as his pants drop to his ankles, I look him straight in the eye. “What did you think; I might as well get a head start?” Chuckling, he hooks his fingertips around the waistband of his boxers. “There’s nothing here you haven’t seen yet.” He slowly pulls down his boxers and just as he’s about to reveal all his inches, he turns around leaving me staring at his bare ass. This man is playing games. Even though I could picture his backside in my sleep, he knows damn well I’ve never seen his front naked.

As he settles on the massage table, I swallow hard and grab a towel to drape over him. The last thing I want right now, is to cover him up, but I have no choice. I spread the massage oil between my palms and start on his back. The first touch draws a soft groan from his mouth. “Hmm”, he murmurs softly. “I keep forgetting how good this feels.” My heart is pounding in my throat. I can’t put my finger on it, but something feels different. I start massaging firmly. The scent of the oil fills the air. I apply pressure to his lower back while my mind drifts to his bare ass and everything else hidden beneath the towel. After twenty agonizing minutes, it’s time for Adrian to turn over. I lift the towel giving him some space. And again, I cover his body with the towel. He is hard. There’s no denying the outline of his erection. I steal a quick glance at his face – at his strong jawline, dark eye brows and kissable lips. At the first touch of his thigh, he opens his eyes and looks up at me. Our gaze is intense, as if we’re hypnotized. The silence is deafening. “Fuck it”, he finally says. Before I know it, he sits up and presses his lips against mine. Without thinking, I kiss him back and in no time our hands are running through each other’s hair and all over each other’s bodies. All sense of decorum seems to have just flown out the window. We pause for a moment, looking at each other, flushed and heated. Both our gazes shift down to his crotch as he slowly pulls the towel away. His erection springs free, the head glistening with precum. Again, it goes quiet. Then I carefully move my hand towards his erection. The moment I wrap my fingers around him, he throws his head back and groans. His entire body seems to react to my touch. I gently move my hand up and down. After a few seconds, he looks up at me again and places his hands on my bare thigh. “After all those weeks you’ve been spoiling me, it’s only fair that I return the favor, right?” His look is mischievous and I nod softly. I let go of his erection and unbutton my blouse, as his hand slips under my skirt and finds the fabric of my thong. He gently pushes it aside and strokes my most sensitive skin. My blouse slips off my shoulders and I decide to discard my bra too. Adrian has been completely naked with me all these weeks. Now I want to expose myself to him too. “Shit”, he groans, turned on, his eyes locked on my breasts. My nipples are rock-hard and standing proud. I tap the paddle with my foot to lower the table, and as soon as the height allows, I place my knee next to his thigh and straddle his lap. With one hand, he guides his hard cock beneath me, making it easy for me to slide down over him. My breasts press against his skin and his hand fills with my hair as I sink down all the way to his balls. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

I dig my nails into his shoulders and slowly start to move up and down. One of his hands pulls my hair, tilting my head back slightly, while his other hand perfectly cups my ass. Then I feel his tongue glide up from my stomach to my breasts. Wet and warm, and overwhelmingly arousing. He pulls my hair so wildly that my eyes are locked onto the ceiling. We’re trying hard not to make too much noise, but it’s a struggle. On the other side of the door is the waiting room, my colleagues are walking back and forth, and my job is on the line. Wild with desire, he bites, sucks and licks my sensitive nipple. “Ssh”, he hisses as my groans gets louder. I grin mischievously and then step away from him. He looks at me semi disappointed, but his expression shifts quickly when he sees me leaning over the massage table. In a split second, he’s standing right behind me. He grabs my ass with two hands and pulls it apart slightly before  thrusting deep inside me. My fingertips claw at the edge of the table and I feel my breasts dancing to the rhythm of his thrusts. The way he slides in and out of me is heaven and I willingly accept the bruises that will undoubtedly adorn my ass tomorrow. He grabs my hair again and pulls my head back. He thrusts so deep that our bodies slam against each other. It’s even more arousing than all my fantasies and just when I think it can’t get any hotter, he pushes his thumb into my back hole to hold me in place. His breathing is loud and growing wilder. He pounds into me with big thrusts and after a few final intense thrusts, I feel his body starting to shudder. Meanwhile, I’ve buried my face into the towel to muffle my sounds. My entire lower body feels sensitive and is tingling all over. We stay like this for a moment, regaining our strength.

When I’m fully dressed, there’s a soft knock on the door. My colleague cautiously sticks her head around the corner. “Do you happen to have any oil left?” I chuckle and look at Adrian, feeling a bit caught. Monday is officially my new favorite day.