The Older Man and The Spa

She didn't even mean to say it out loud, but in the midst of a girls night involving more than a few cocktails and more than a few sordid stories, Harper blurted out "Oh my god could I go for a good older man with some experienced hands!" There was outrageous laughter and "OH MY GOD HARPER!" exclamations among her late 20-something friends.

"What?! I mean, experienced hands and all," Harper laughed.

"Among other things," winked Becca, as glasses clinked together and the conversation flowed on into the wee hours of a random Tuesday night. Of the group, a few were married, a few had significant others. Harper seemed a little in-between. At 28, she had recently been more on the outs with her ex, but they occasionally managed to get back together. She was a happy, petite girl, about 5'4", slender yet athletic, with lovely 34 B-cups on her chest. Her brunette hair had some curls and she wore it down to her shoulders. She also was a little more wicked in her erotic desires than she ever let on to even her closest friends.

But sometimes, those friends are pretty perceptive.

Harper worked in a media agency, and spent two days each week working from home. The hours were fairly flexible. On Friday morning she took her laptop and met up with another one of the girls from that night, Cassandra. Cassie, as she was called, was a slender, fit, tall 32-year old dirty blonde-haired beauty with a lovely former college athlete husband and a 2-year-old at home. An interior decorator by trade, and a successful one at that, she always seemed to be the most mature of the group, yet with a bawdy sense of humor. They were working quietly at a coffee shop that morning, chattering between email checks and coffee sipping. That's when one of Cassie's perfectly manicured hands slid a little business card over to the side of Harper's Mac book Air.

"I thought this might help you with what you mentioned the other night," Cassie purred as her hand left the cream white business card, face down on the table. Harper was a little puzzled, and raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?"

"The older man with experienced hands," Cassie replied with a Cheshire grin on her red lips.

"Oh my god that was a joke," Harper giggled, hoping Cassie would buy it. She smiled, and took a sip of her mocha latte. She tilted her head in a "Just what are you up to" look at Cassie, who merely smiled while her head turned back to her laptop screen.

Harper's own self-manicured hand with the maroon glaze on her nails gently slid the card off the table and brought it up in front of her face. She took a quick glance around, to see if anyone was looking. Cassie chuckled.

In raised maroon lettering of a modern font, it read

ESCAPE SPA

Sensual Services to Set Your Mind and Body Free

LEWIS S, PROPRIETOR

There was a phone number. Nothing else on the card.

Harper gave a slight confused frown, and cocked her head at Cassie. "What is this?"

"Exactly what you said you needed. Maybe a little more," A twinkle in Cassie's eye. "Just.. trust me. Call him. Tell him I recommended you. And tell him what you.. REALLY.. need." On the "REALLY," Cassie locked eyes with Harper.

A million thoughts ran through Harper's head, and she started to stammer out a few quiet questions under the soft music of the coffee shop. But Cassie wouldn't address them.

"Nope, you know everything you need to know. Trust me." Then Cassie's hand covered Harper's and gave it a squeeze. "Trust me."

A few more attempts to get more info from Cassie got nowhere, and so while Cassie focused on replying to some inquiries, Harper struggled to focus. She also felt her athletic legs pressing together a bit at the confounding mystery. Soon enough Cassie had to leave to make some calls from her own home office, leaving Harper to flick her thumb at the business card for a bit before she shook her lovely head and gathered up her things. It was a short trip back to her small but updated home, and she kept playing with the card with one hand as she drove.

Once she got home, she went to her front office that overlooked her small front porch and the tidy tree-lined street she lived on. There were a few young families and a few older couples on the street, a nice mix, and while the little township she lived in had its own small downtown with all the shops and services she might need, it was also only a 20-minute trip to the larger downtown. She docked her Mac Book while smiling out at the street to no one in particular, and then settled into her comfy office chair and tried to do a google search of "escape spa" and "Escape Spa Lewis" and even the phone number, but couldn't find anything to give her any information.

She tapped the thick business card on her desk top - a large antique desk she found at an estate sale and had to get her ex to help move - then she threw it down and tried to do some other things. Which she failed at for the next hour.

She left her home office to get some lunch from her refrigerator, even went to sit out on her lovely little back deck while eating to try to get her mind off of it. It was there, that she started thinking that if it was some sort of erotic massage, she really could use it. And truthfully, she knew that while she had always been attracted to older men but always dated close to her age, the tug for an older man was getting stronger.

"Maybe I should just call," she said aloud to no one. The thought tugged at Harper for the better part of an hour before she went back to her home office and grabbed her cell and punched in the number. With the business card in one hand, thumb flicking the top left corner edge, the other hand held her cell with her thumb poised above the SEND button. She bit her bottom lip, and flicked her tongue across her lips. Harper nervously looked between her phone and the business card. "What the fuck am I doing?" she asked herself. But she did think of Cassie, and if Cassie was doing this, and recommended it... why can't I? She tapped the business card on her desk top, and her thumb of her other hand hit SEND.

Harper could feel her heart beat in her chest as she stared at the card. The number range once... twice... a third time. She was starting to get a sense of relief when a voice, deep yet soft, answered.

"Escape Spa, this is Lewis. How can I help you?"

Harper almost hung up. Her eyes went wide when someone answered. She nervously stammered "H-h-hello?"

There was a pause and a soft chuckle. "Hi. This is Lewis at Escape Spa. You called me," and another soft chuckle.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Hi. Umm..." and Harper took a breath. "A friend of mine gave me your, uh, business card, and she uh recommended that I give you a call."

"Would you mind telling me her name?"

Harper gave Cassie's full name and she could hear the typing softly in the background. "Ah yes. Are you... Harper?"

Her mind raced. Holy fuck how does he know my name? What the hell?

"Y-yes... this is Harper.. how did you..."

She was cut off by his voice, soothing her. "It's okay. I work by referral, but with the nature of my business those referrals are.... discreet. So, when someone wants to pass along my card, I ask them for the name of the person they wish to pass it along to. How can I help you?"

Harper's blue eyes blinked several times, and she finally put the business card down flat on her desk. She sighed and switched hands with her phone. "Well, I guess I don't know? Cassie didn't real say much... just said that you might be what I needed and to use her as a reference."

"Cassandra has been a client of mine for a few years now."

That answer shocked Harper for some reason. "What can you tell me about your spa," she finally managed to say, forcing herself to take a deep breath to get her nerves under control and pay attention.

"Well it's in a dedicated separate building at my home. I'm about 45 minutes outside the city on a large private piece of land. The whole point is to allow you to come in here and let everything else go."

Harper nervously bit at her lip again. "Your card says something about sensual services...."

Another chuckle on the other end of the phone. "You are aware that Cassie is a fun, erotic woman, I assume. Otherwise she likely wouldn't have passed on my card to you."

Harper nodded to herself. "Mmmhmm."

"So yes, this massage does incorporate eroticism and, frankly, sexuality into it. But ultimately it's your body and your mind that determines what that means."

"How.. what do you mean?"

"Did Cassie give you any recommendations on what to do if you called or made an appointment?"

Harper thought a moment, giving a little flip of her hair as she leaned back in her chair. "She said.. OH! She said to tell you exactly what I need."

"Perfect," Lewis said happily into her ear. "One of the problems with sex and sensuality is we are afraid to communicate with each other. My practice is built on you actually letting go and, even as things go, being honest with what you really need."

Some really good long-lasting sex, Harper thought to herself and almost giggled. "But this is a spa, like massage services?"

"Yes, that's how we begin."

There was a pause that Lewis let linger, knowing that the woman on the other end of the phone was pondering. In hid mid-fifties, lean and fit, with hazel eyes and greying formerly brown hair, he merely waited.

Harper meanwhile was pondering the idea of an open touch erotic massage. Another silent lip bite.

"Are you still there, Harper?"

"Oh my gosh, yes," a nervous giggle. "How.. how much does a massage cost?"

"Harper my rates are all-inclusive, and in two-hour blocks normally, But I generally only take 1 or 2 appointments on any given day. Your first appointment, should you like to make one, has been paid for already by Cassandra."

"Wait.. what? She didn't tell me that!"

"She told me she thought this might make it easy for you to indulge in yourself a bit. Those were her exact words."

"Did... did she tell you anything else?"

"Well, as a matter of fact she did." On his laptop display where the comments Cassie had given him about Harper after her appointment Thursday afternoon. "She said you made an off-handed comment while out with friends that felt more honest than it probably should have been, and Cassie determined that gifting you an experience like hers, but tailored to you, might help you on your way."

An experience like hers.. I wonder what that means, Harper pondered to herself.

"If you'd like to make an appointment, we can sit and talk and if you don't wish to move forward, there won't be any charge. But from what I gather, Cassandra thinks very highly of you and thinks you would benefit from this experience."

Harper found herself nodding. "Well... when are you available?"

"I've actually had a Saturday afternoon appointment cancel, and it was my only one for that day. So does tomorrow work for you at all?"

Harper felt nervous, and also more than a little stimulated at the thought. "Uh... let me think... no, I mean yes, I don't have anything really locked in tomorrow so I guess that can work. You said you're about 45 minutes outside of down?"

"Yes, just a bit past the airport actually."

"Oh, okay. Umm.. would 2 PM work?"

Lewis locked her in and provided her an address and simple directions. No sooner had they confirmed and hung up, Harper was googling the address. When she opened up the map to look, she was mildly surprised. It looked like a large well-maintained modern home, that had almost an annex on one side matching but slightly slammer than the main home. It appeared to be a large lot, with no neighbors nearby and lots of trees on the property. A lengthy driveway led up to the structure, with plenty of parking. Affluent, or certainly doing well, Harper smiled to herself.

"I made an appointment," Harper thumb-typed out to Cassie and hit send on her iPhone. "Thank you."

The three dots quickly popped up letting her know Cassie was replying. "This makes my day! I'm glad. Now look, this is all I'm going to tell you, and it's important. Let your guard down. Tell him what you want and need. Dare yourself to be brave and bold, and then you will get the experience you want."

Harper stared at that message a long moment, biting her bottom lip again. After several moments she responded with "I will."

Harper found herself quite distracted the rest of the day, but the extra glass of wine helped her sleep. Her morning weekend routine was to work out, and do some yoga, and she did all that before having a healthy breakfast with one very large cup of coffee from her French press. She ran errands in the morning and grabbed a light salad before coming home and getting ready for her appointment. After showering, she caught herself overthinking about her attire and shook herself out of it and went for comfy and casual. She selected black yoga pants with a black thong underneath, a white ribbed tank with a chunky cream-colored sweater over it, and no bra. She pursed her lips wondering about the lack of a bra but figured out she'd be fine. It was a massage after all and she'd be coming right back home. Some white sneakers completed the outfit. She left herself about an hour to get there.

She normally thought of driving as just getting from point A to point B, but today heading to a new place for a new experience, she kept her music down low and, with one leg curled up under her on the driver's seat, she kept looking around, noticing the buildings and the scenery for the entire trip. She was using her yoga breaths to just stay in the moment lest she get nervous. She actually did arrive about 15 minutes early, and decided that was a little too early, and drove a little bit further before turning back to arrive only about 5 minutes early. As she drove up the lengthy driveway she realized just how private the grounds were. Makes sense for such a business to be able to be discreet I guess, she thought to herself.

The house was modern and gorgeous - grey stone and navy board and batten with large windows on the main house, with the "annex," as she called it, a smaller version to the right. And it was out of the heavy oak door of the annex a lean older man appeared, smiling softly. He was in navy scrubs and ASICS running shoes, His hair was flecked with grey and brown. He stood a few steps in front of the door as Harper nervously checked herself in the rear-view mirror then popped out.

"Any trouble finding me?," he said as his eyes roamed over her slowly.

"No," Harper smiled and tried to be as brave as she could and walked toward him. "I actually enjoyed the ride and got here a bit early and drove around before coming back. I've never been out here before. It's really quite nice."

As she approached him, he held out his hand "Harper, I'm Lewis. I'm happy you decided to make the trip. To be honest, I wasn't sure you would."

She took his hand - feeling it warm and very smooth in hers - and shook it professionally. "Well, I mean, I am a bit nervous but I promised Cassie that I'd make the appointment." Her smile felt genuine to him as he opened the large door and held it for her to enter, admiring her perky yoga pants-clad ass as she walked in.

Lewis directed her to the right when she entered into a very open foyer. She was immediately struck by how it felt like a high-end spa. A warm, welcome space, a modern standing coat rack, a mirror and flowers. She wondered if Lewis might be gay, with a little chuckle to herself. She turned to the right and entered into a lovely sitting room, with two oxblood leather sofas in an L shape around a white oak square coffee table. Another side of the coffee table was open to a large electric fireplace, showing flames but throwing no heat on the warm afternoon. On either side of the fireplace large windows let in plenty of light. And a matching leather chair completed the square. On the coffee table was a tray with a pitcher of water with freshly cut lemon and lime slices in it, two glasses, and a tea kettle with steam flowing out of the top, along with two mugs and a small box she guess would contain an assortment of teas. Harper sat in the corner of one sofa, and Lewis moved to the chair just to her left.

"Wow.. this is... gorgeous!" She smiled as she looked around.

"Thank you - it's been a fun labor of love to make this place how I wanted it for my clients," he said as he leaned forward. "Water? Tea? Something else?"

"Umm.. I think water for now," Harper replied as she took her first real look at Lewis. He was a bit taller than her, not quite six feet tall. Hazel eyes, a fair complexion, nice smile. Lean muscles on his arms and it appeared under his scrubs. Clearly, he keeps himself in shape. Laugh lines and crows feet on his face, yet it was also youthful. So he was definitely somewhere in his 50s, she guessed, as he poured them water from the pitcher into glasses and handed her one. She took a sip and set it down on the table.

"Harper, I know you are a little... nervous.. maybe even confused. So I want you to do something for me. Sit up straight, put your hands on your knees, close your eyes, and take a big inhale.." She did. "Good. Now hold that inhale until I count to three... one... two... three now exhale nice and slow." Similar to her yoga breathing she did this easily, and he had her repeat the exercise four more times, then told her to open her eyes.

Her bright blues sparked a bit, almost with a hint of grey in them, he thought as she smiled. "Harper, what can I answer for you."

She did a little quick tilt of her head to flip her dark hair back from her face. "What is this going to... be?"

Lewis smiled, it was gentle and felt authentic to her. "So the first answer is.. whatever you want and need it to be, but I know that doesn't answer your question." She smiled and giggled and nodded. "Harper, this is a full body massage, assuming you are okay with that." He paused, and looked at her as she nodded slowly in agreement. "So it's going to start with you getting undressed and then I'm going to work your body like a normal high end spa massage, but I know that is not what you really want. My understanding from Cassandra is that you want something more erotic. Or need, I think her words were. Is that true?"

"Uhhh" she said nervously and her hands fidgeted.

Lewis stopped her. "Harper. Take another slow breath. I need you to communicate. I need you to be brazenly open with what you need. And yes, that need can change as we go today, but always open and communicative. So I need you to tell me what your body really needs."

He led her through the breathing exercise again. As she was doing it, thoughts rushed into her head. "What am I doing here?" "Why did Cassie do this to me!" "What am I going to tell him?" until she heard Cassie's reminders in her head to be honest.

When the final exhale came out, Harper opened her eyes and looked down at the glass of water on the table and paused a moment. "I'm... sexually frustrated. My last partner, an ex-boyfriend now, he was good in bed but not... enough. Like he.. foreplay wasn't his forte, if you know what I mean." She paused, forcing herself to keep going. "What I blurted out in front of Cassie was that I could go for a good older man with experienced hands. Like my body needs to just be... handled well." Her eyes quickly lifted up to see Lewis, who was listening attentively.

"As in.. taken? roughly handled?"

"Umm... maybe elements of that? I guess, more... just in tune with me. But also... pushing me a bit. God I'm not making any sense."

"You are doing fine," Lewis assured her. "But I'll need you to not be afraid to speak up as things go on, too. Can you do that?"

"I... I think so."

Lewis could see the wheels turning as her eyes bounced all over the room but avoided him. Then finally they met his, and he smiled.

"Can I ask... what does Cassie do here?"

He rubbed his hands together for a moment and said, "Well I can't really be specific, but what I can tell you is her needs are different day to day. Sometimes simple, sometimes wild, sometimes soft, and sometimes not-so-soft. But that's kind of the point.. you get what you need. Those needs aren't always the same."

Harper pursed her lips together. "Do you have sex with her?"

"Any soft of sexual activity is based on a client's needs, but can include that, yes. But that's getting ahead of ourselves."

"Are you.. are you like.. a male escort or something?"

He shook his head. "No. I'm a massage therapist, who goes a lot further than many others to help you really find bliss. A lot of them talk about bliss, but I think that's a little overpromising and underdelivering if you are basically arousing a woman's body but leaving her without release."

It was weird wording, almost clinical and professional, Harper thought. But there as a part of her that agreed with it - she pretty much often came home and either napped or masturbated, or both, any time she had gotten a full body massage. And really only felt better after both.

"Are you... safe?"

"Yes - one moment." Lewis stood up and moved out of the room for just a minute and returned with his phone. He kneeled next to her as she sat at the corner of the sofa and opened up his gmail account and showed her an email from yesterday, which showed his results from his STD test the day before - all negative. "Just so you know I'm telling you the truth."

She nodded, feeling a bit of a nervous buzz and a sensual tingle inside. "What now?"

"If you have more questions, ask. If you aren't ready, we can sit here and chat and then you can leave, no hard feelings, no charge. And if you are ready, we can move down the hall."

Harper reached for her water and took a sip. She could ask a million more questions, but that would only delay her decision. So she put her glass down on the tray, took a deep breath and smiled at him. "I think I'd like to get started."

He smiled. "I'm glad." His hand reached for hers again to help her up, and she placed her hand in his. Warm, soft. Gentle. Then he held her hand as they moved out of the sitting room through a door way and down a hall. There were a few doors that were closed as they walked down the gleaming tiled hallway, the sunlight spilling in from an overhead sky light, and then he ushered her gently into a large room that was softly lit, a few high windows on one side that had semi-sheer curtains for privacy but also let light in. The padded massage table in the center, white oak cabinets with quartz countertops, a double sink, a few pieces of furniture that she guessed held towels and such. A selection of oil pump bottles already sat atop the counter. There was soft music playing, and an essential oil diffuser already showing on giving the room a sensual scent.

Lewis walked her in next to the table, and pointed to a few hooks on the wall. "Please take off your clothing, everything. I'll give you a few minutes to get undressed. Then hop up on the massage table, face down. It's heated so it should be very comfy for you. But pull the towel over your bottom when you get settled in. I'll knock after a few minutes to see if you are ready then we will begin. Make sense?"

"Yes... thanks." She smiled, and bit her bottom lip. His hand was still holding hers. "Relax. It's going to be exactly what you need." His fingers gave hers a squeeze before he released her hand and went out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

Fuck.. it's now or never I guess, Harper thought to herself. She looked around for a moment, then slowly began to undress, kicking off her tennis shoes and socks first. The room was warm, so getting her sweater off made her more comfortable. Her pink nipples were already poking at her tank top underneath. God girl get a hold of yourself, she said in her head as she peeled the tank off. There was a mirror on the wall hidden when the door was open, and she caught a glimpse of her slim yet athletic form. I do need this... I think... she laughed to herself. She wiggled out of her yoga pants, and hung everything on the hooks. She took one last fully body look at herself in the mirror, even gave her own breasts a grope as her eyes roamed down to her lasered mound. She bit her bottom lip once more. She found her eyes in the mirror, nodded to her reflection and climbed onto the massage table, grabbing the towel that was sitting on top and holding it as she settled in, face down, and then draping the towel over her ass. The table was perfectly warm, soothing even. As she eased her face into the padded donut shaped hole, she wondered how brave she could actually be today.

Meanwhile Lewis tidied up in the sitting room, taking things back to the kitchen area. He refilled Harper's water glass, and transferred his water into a metal water bottle. Then he placed the water pitcher back in the refrigerator. The tea pot went back onto a trivet on the counter, and the assorted teas back into a cupboard. Cassie had told him a little more about Harper - that she needed to be properly handled That meant more than full service. That meant really trying to coax her to let go, and multiple releases along the way. He was anxious to see her naked, truth be told. But that was true of most of his clients. He went back through the sitting room and down the hallway past the massage room, and checked the temperature and lighting in the what was a spare but sensual bedroom, just in case that's where things ended up. Cassandra had made him promise to do his best work.

After a few moments he returned to the massage room and knocked on the door. "All settled?" He asked softly. He heard a soft "Yes," in reply and he entered. In the soft light, Harper's slender and firm body, her perky bottom covered by the towel, was enticing immediately and he let his eyes roam a bit as he closed the door. He moved to one of the dressers and retrieved the Velcro belt with the holster for the pump bottle of oil, and selected a sensual vanilla and amber scent.

"How's the temperature of the table," He asked softly.

With her head in the padded ring, Harper could really only see the floor, though her eyes were darting a bit all over to see what she could see. "Oh it's great, perfect actually."

"Let me know if you need it adjusted at any time."

Harper felt a little tremble as she felt her hair being stroked to one side of her neck. It was the first touch of those soft hands. Then she heard him rubbing his hands together, no oil sounds, and he placed them one above the other on her spine.

"Just breathe for me, like we did out in the sitting room."

Once again, he counted her through five slow deep breaths, with his hands resting on her spine the entire time. It was like he was letting her body acclimate to his hands, his touch. Then, both hands lifted, and she heard the pump bottle work, heard his hands spreading the oil between them. She smelled the scent of the oil immediately, and bit her lip again softly. It was slightly erotic. Then, his hands started to slide along her back, her shoulders, spreading generous amounts of oil, often adding more as he slowly worked.

For Lewis, this was always a mesmerizing part of his services - seeing a woman's soft and enticing flesh become even more so with the glistening oil. He took long strokes from her waist to her shoulders and back, using his hands with widespread fingers, then the heels of his palms, then even his forearms. To Harper, it felt divine. Her eyes closed, her mind slowly emptying to focus just on the sensations.

"God that feels great," she purred.

"Not too much pressure?"

"No.. you can add a little more even," she said softly.

"You do seem to hold a lot of your stress here," He said as his fingers rolled in small circles between her shoulder blades and her shoulders. "I bet you sit a bit slumped at a desk, too."

"Guilty as charged," she giggled, then purred as his hands worked the back of her neck and out each shoulder to each upper arm.

The purrs, and her body, were already having a slight effect on Lewis' bulge. But he was in no rush. He moved up to her right side, and gently lifted her right arm out and off the table at a 45-degree angle and worked it with both hands from her shoulder to her fingertips. Then he walked around the top of the table, above her head, to her left side, slowly trailing one hand along her body the entire time, and did the same there. Then he moved back to the top of the table, working the back of her neck, and then long strokes from her shoulders to the edge of the towel and back.

While he did this, Harper's dreamy eyes opened and saw his legs, up to his mid thighs. She couldn't see if he was aroused or not, but she did let her eyes roam a bit. She let soft moans and purrs slip out of her mouth as he worked, in particular those strong long strokes from her shoulders to her waist seemed to just melt her. He then moved back down her left side, and worked just on the small of her back, a little more gently. His hands moving in circles, or out from her spine to her side. Then he gently moved her left arm from beside her torso to place them more outstretched and upward, with her hand holding the edge of the table just below where her head rested in the ring. He then moved to her right side and did the same. She almost giggled as she felt she had the image of having her hands up in front of a cop.

Lewis pumped the oil into his hands and then leaned over her head, his arms stretching out, his hands just at the edge of the towel covering her ass. His hands slid outward and down to her hips, where he made fists with them and used his knuckles to roll against her hips. His fingertips slipped under the towel edge and spread wide so they rode the line of the outside of her hip bone. Then, he slowly dragged his slick hands up her sides, his fingers teasing the sides of her breasts. Harper bit her lip, and tensed for a moment.

"Just relax. First touch like that is always a bit.. surprising. There is no part of you that is going to be neglected today," Lewis said gently. He led her through the breathing exercise again, but this time at every inhale he moved his hands down to the outside of her hips, and slowly strummed up her sides and along the sides of her breasts with every exhale. On the third exhale, Harper let out a soft sigh. On the fifth one, it was more of a purr, and felt herself surrendering to the arousal that she was trying to fight.

"Very good," he said after the purr. "Don't hold back words or sounds or anything. Just let go. That's the whole point."

"Okay..." she said in something of a whisper.

This time he did the same move, but slower, making sure his fingertips loitered on the sides of her breasts. A soft audible exhale slipped from Harper's mouth. He brought his hands to her shoulders, then to the top of her spine, and let one hand trail down her spine, over the towel, and down the back of her left leg to her ankle as he walked down the one side of the table. Gently, he grasped her ankles and spread them a bit more apart. Harper could hear herself breathing.

His hands wrapped around her ankles and slowly kneaded, swirling his fingertips. "Are you ticklish down here?"

It took a beat for her to realize he said something. "Umm.. sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Well that's a good thing. Are your feet ticklish?"

"Umm a little, but if you just handle them normal, not lightly, it should be fine."

His hands worked each foot individually, pressing his thumbs into her heels and pushing down to her toys. Then pressing and rolling the knuckles of his fist on each foot. Then between her toes. It felt amazing.

He began on her left leg, two hands strumming and kneading the calf, pressing into the muscle and dragging from just above her Achilles tendon to the back of her knee. Then the same action higher, on the back of her left thigh. His one hand between her legs now, close enough that she could feel her for the first time wanting his fingers to tease her. But he didn't. He came closer just under the towel, but then he moved and worked the right leg the exact same way.

He was on her right side, a hand on the small of her back. She hears some soft sounds, maybe a cabinet door opening and closing? Barely made any noise. He smiled looking at her as he opened the compartment under the pad of the massage table, and leaned down, whispering "I need you to lift your hips up for me, I'm going to put a little cylindrical pillow under them."

She propped up a bit on her elbows and did so, without thinking. She felt the warm fabric... leather maybe?.. of the pillow and settled down. In one swift motion he had added the pillow under her and removed the towel from her as while his eyes caught a quick glimpse of the hard nipple atop her perky breast as she lifted up and settled back down. It took her a moment to realize it when she felt the oil dribble onto each ass cheek. He had pumped a lot into his hands and let it dribble onto her lovely bottom.

"Breathe.." was all he said. She knew what he meant and she did. His hands worked into her ass wonderfully, still mostly clinical, teasing strokes at times under the curve of her ass to the inside of her thighs. Her toes curled involuntarily. His fists rolled into her ass cheeks, and she moaned at how wonderful it felt. She felt more oil drizzled in between her ass cheeks. And bit her lip.

Lewis was feeling his cock stirring from the suddenly more open moas she let out. There's a wild sexual creature in there, just aching to burst free, he thought to himself. He opened her knees a bit more, and added more oil to both hands. Then, he placed both hands at the small of her back, fingers pointing toward her feet. Slowly he glided them with medium pressure over her lovely ass perched up on the cylindrical pillow. His thumbs were pressed together as his forefingers slowly grazed the very edges of her outer pussy lips. He heard a short little gasp in her exhale, and then a soft purr. as his pressed together thumbs gently glided over the center of her slit, barely touching. Just enough to see her hips push back a bit, as if she was aching for them now. Just as quickly, his hands were fanning out to the insides of her thigh, only to reverse their path. This time, on the way back up, he spread her pussy open more as his fingers slid upward. There was a little whimper in reply. Lewis felt his scrubs straining to hold his erection back, and absentmindedly licked his lips. This one is going to need a few powerful orgasms, he thought to himself as his eyes feasted on her glistening flesh.

He repeated this teasing motion several times, her groans almost with every breath. Harper at one point almost gripped the edges of the table with want, but he caught the movement and told her to relax, guiding her through the breathing exercise once more until she was back in a good space. She was into the session now, her nerves overwhelmed by more want than fear or hesitation. It was almost like he could read her mind, because a moment after that thought raced through her head, one of his hands roamed up her spine to hold her shoulder, and the other moved between her legs, all four of his fingers working in a circle together, swirling in her folds.

"Oh god..." Harper whimpered.

His hand on her shoulder held her firmly, and his fingers begin to swirl faster. Wet sounds became audible in the room. So did her breaths, and her moans. And then his fingers in reply. He saw her fingers clench, her thighs tightening as her body reacted. His fingers slid down a bit more and three of them tapped at her clit like a keyboard.

"Unnnggg fuck mmmmm," she stammered.

The heel of his palm pressed in that lovely space between her holes, and his fingers lightly tapped on her clit, sending tingles up and down her spine. She thought to herself how much she loved that he just... knew... how to touch her. That's exactly what she meant when she made the comment in front of her friends.

The hand at her shoulder slid back down to her ass and back up, this time gently grasping the back of her neck. But it was his other hand that really changed things. After tapping on her clit, suddenly a pair of silky fingers plunged into her and she moaned his name. He twisted them into her deep and buried them, and kept them still.

"Harper..."

"Uh huh?"

"Squeeze my fingers inside you"

She did. And when he felt it, his slick fingers started taking steady full plunges in and out. She felt perfectly filled and grunted openly. She started to almost lift up a bit to meet his plunging fingers.

"Easy... we're just getting started."

His plunges then went wild, fucking her fast, full, and she let her moans fly out easily, chasing her release. But he wasn't ready for her to get this first one out of the way yet. He buried his fingers into her and held them for a few moments, watching her sexy lithe body as her breathing slowed a bit. His fingers slipped out of her. Please god don't let this be all, she cried out in her head. Her fingers twitched. She was close, she knew it. The hand on her shoulder slid down to the small of her back again. She was barely aware of some sort of movement or sound, as he reached down into the hidden little compartment built into the table and pulled out the first toy - a nice 6" average sized dildo. His hand lifted from the small of her back as he put oil on it, and then he leaned in, opening her pussy lips up, guiding the head against it.

Harper felt something, and didn't even care what it was. But she moaned with pleasure as the toy dragged up and down her slit, and then pushed into her. Thicker than his fingers. Filling her so well. She couldn't really see much other than his shoe tops. She hoped he was hard for this. Because she liked that thought. How could he not be, she wondered. Then as the toy started to pump a bit, his other hand started rolling her clit steadily. Quickly she was racing back to the edge he had her on just moments before.

"Harper.... do you need to cum?" she heard on the edges of her reality.

"Ohhh fuck yessss.... please..."

"Very good, Harper. Just let go." Her clit was being worked expertly as the toy bobbed in and out of her. Her fingers dug into the massage table and she yelled and thrashed as her cream dribbled down the toy. Lewis knew what he was doing, and kept working the toy as her body exploded, and only when she slumped back down did his movements begin to trail off. He was able to keep his focus despite his raging hard-on obscenely tenting his scrubs. Cassie had been right - this was a little firecracker ready to explode. And she was sexier than she realized. It was going to be an interesting afternoon.

He left the toy in her for a few moments and slowly massaged her ass with both hands, and her back. Then he gently removed the toy, with her softly moaning, almost in protest at its departure. Not knowing any better Harper started to stir, "Wow.. that was... incredible..." and she began to prop herself up onto her elbows.

"Just where do you think you're going?"

Harper's brow furrowed, confused, and turned to look back over her shoulder at him "I.. isn't... isn't that it?"

"Oh god Harper, relax. That just took the edge off." He smiled and, surprisingly, kissed her temple. She blushed at that little peck. "Now you can really get into everything and let everything flow."

She bit her lip, and glanced over him. She noticed his bulge. In her endorphin-rushed state it made her eager for more. "Okay," she said and settled back down. He went back to massaging her back, her ass, the insides of her thighs, and slowly his fingers made their way back to her creamy pussy. In her lusty state Harper's moans slipped from her mouth easily. Soon he had her right knee bent and lifted up a bit, her hips slightly turned to one side. His oiled thumb slide into her pussy, his middle finger to her clit, and he pressed them toward each other making slow circles.

"Fuuck that, that feels really fucking good," Harper moaned.

He teased her like this for several minutes, and then just as she was starting to rock a bit with his movements, his fingers slipped away.

"Okay lovely Harper," he said very easily. She felt a slight blush but almost purred at the words. "Up onto your elbows and knees a moment. We're going to move this pillow and get you onto your back now."

In her state, Harper just smiled, nodded a bit, and got herself onto all fours as the rolled cushion was removed. Gently, Lewis' hands eased her back down and helped her sit up for a moment. She was flushed, but still swimming with desire as she sat there.

"How are you doing?" He looked at her, his hazel eyes locked to hers.

"Umm.. good."

"Still nervous?"

She shook her head. "No... curious what happens next."

He smiled and crossed his arms. "What do you want to happen."

"I don't...."

"Harper remember when Cassie told you to communicate?" She nodded. "This is one of those times. What do you want to happen?"

She bit her lip again. Her eyes flicked to his.

"You know you are safe here, right? Safe open space? You've already cum once? Don't be bashful on me now." He smiled softly.

Her chin tilted up a bit. "Everything." She said. He smiled at her. She smiled back. He gently moved grasped her calves and gently swung them onto the top of the massage table and had her lay back. He adjusted the heat on the table a bit as his eyes roamed her. Her bare mound showed dribbles of desire from before, and her pussy lips were open, and dewy. Her body was lovely, fit, and her chest was perfectly sized for her, with hard pink nipples atop them begging to be toyed with. Her hands were flat now on the table top, no longer fidgeting or clenched nervously. He moved above her head, pumped oil into his hands, and began working her shoulders and upper arms.

Harper felt on display but oddly a bit comfortable, probably from the orgasm, she reasoned to herself. Her tongue flicked across her lips as his hands rolled onto her shoulders. God he does have a good touch. His thumbs pressed into the sides of her neck and she purred. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He smiled down at her even as his hands kept moving. "I really like this," She smiled up at him.

"Good. I hope you love it by the time it's finished."

Another soft lip bite as his hands moved to her upper chest. Her nipples hard, pointing to the ceiling. His hands worked her neck softly, along each clavicle. Just when she thought he would grope her breasts he teased around her sides and avoided them, going under them to her rib cage. His lean taut arms over her as she watched. She arched her back a little, invitingly.

"Something you need?" he said.

"Touch me... my breasts. I want to feel your hands on them."

"Perfect," he said. Standing behind her head his oily hands slowly worked around the base of her breasts, swirling, gliding, moving slowly upward. Soft finger rakes from her chest up the rise of both breasts, so close to her nipples, but never quite touching them. She let out little whimpers, and then, his hands slid upward from the base of her breasts all the way to her nipples, closing his thumb and forefingers on them, rolling and tugging a bit. Harper's mouth opened and she let out a ragged moan. Her hands lifted up to his arms, and for the first time she touched him. He looked at her and just nodded as his fingers gave little pulse pinches and tugs to her very sensitive nipples and her legs moved on the table with desire.

Harper's soft hands roamed up his arms, sliding around them, even as she arched her chest upward when he tugged her nipples firmly. He knew exactly what he was doing, testing her, exploring her, without any hesitation. This is exactly what I need, she said to herself in her head. Her nails dug into his arms as he kept plucking and tugging at her, her gasps and cries very audible.

She let her nails rake down his arms and she swore she heard a growl from him, but it was hidden under her own squeals as his fingers kept working her nipples perfectly. He kept his right hand on her right nipple, and slowly walked to that side of her.

"Can you... take your shirt off? I want to feel your skin too."

He merely peeled it off quickly. He was pretty fit for an older man, lean, not bulky or hulking. No dad bod tummy, but no washboard abs either. To Harper it was... perfect. He was handsomely normal.

Lewis had both hands working on her breasts now, mixing some very light touches with some very aggressive plucks and rolls, as he watched Harper writhe on his massage table. He knew she had passed some sort of line in her head now that she was getting talking and more engaged. He locked eyes with her and slowly leaned down, cupping her breasts in his hands. His tongue fluttered out and swirled around the right nipple, slurping it into his mouth. Harper gasped. His teeth captured the nub gently but firmly, and his tongue tip worked wildly at it.

"Oooh god yesssss" she hissed.

His free hand found one of hers and clutched it. His mouth on her right nipple, slurping, teasing. His other hand plucking and rolling her left nipple. She wrapped her free hand to the back of his head pulling his mouth to her breast more firmly and grunted with pleasure. Then her hand roamed his back, his shoulders. His skin was well taken care of, soft. His body warm. Her fingers combed into his hair and to his face, freshly shaven.

He released her breast from his mouth, and kissed her fingertips, and then devoured her left breast, his warm chest across her tummy... real skin to skin contact for the first time between them. Then both his hands found hers. He wasn't pinning her down, not that she would have minded. It felt more of a connection. Her legs were kicking a bit below, her body burning hot from his touches.

His head lifted up, and he stood up straight. Her eyes dragged over him, and he let her see his eyes roaming her. His hand went to the pump at his hip and more oil dribbled into his hand, and suddenly he was massaging her tummy and hips again. Once more he worked thoroughly and deliberately and avoided her mound, He worked his way down her right leg, from inside her thigh and the teasing touches so close to her wanton cunt, to her ankles. Then he did the same with her left leg.

He walked back around her, by her right hip. He placed his left had between her breasts, slick and oily and warm, and held it there. The other oily hand he placed on her mound. His left started roaming over her breasts and teasing her nipples again, and his right slipped down into her folds. Her thighs flashed wide open immediately to give him access, her mind blurring with lust. Her eyes roamed over his and locked on his bulge. She was anxious to see it.

His left hand plucked her nipples, rolling them, roaming, even teasing to her upper chest and neck at times. His right, though.. oh his right. He was using his middle and ring fingers as they plunged in and out of her, swirling around at times, and slowly building her up once more. Suddenly his fingers begin really fucking her, fast and hard and she was whimpering out loud as he was driving her to an edge, then he would bury his fingers deep and just hold them there. He did this several times. She lost count. He knew it was four. And as his fingers started to move once more, he lowered his head, and flicked his tongue around the union of his fingers and her pussy.

"Oh my fucking god," Harper moaned. His fingers were working slowly in a "beckoning" motion as his tongue swirled and dragged around her edges. Then his tongue fluttered up to her clit, his lips pursed around it, and he suckled on it softly. Harper's ass undulated wantonly. Lewis found himself intoxicated by her taste but he always was more than a little oral. He lifted his head away, lifted her leg up and held it back with her knee toward her chest, and leaned under it. His fingers lifted out of her pussy and begin to roll her clit while his tongue buried deep inside her.

Harper was overwhelmed. No one had taken her like this in a long time. So easily. So confidently. This was why she wanted an older man, someone who knew the buttons to push. And she went with the moment. She didn't realize it but suddenly he had one knee up onto the massage table and had her legs over his shoulders. His mouth was devouring her pussy and his hands were roaming all over her legs and torso. She was moving toward another release.

Lewis knew she was getting close by the sounds of her. And so all of a sudden he lifted up and slid forward, and kissed her mouth hotly with her taste all over his lips and tongue. She was shocked and immediately met this kiss with lust, their tongues battling and swirling together. Her pelvis lunged to any contact with his body, finding his bulge with a groan. He was still clothed from the waist down. He cupped her face and slowed the kiss. Pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes waited for her to flutter open. When they finally did, he smiled at her.

"How are you doing," he asked softly.

"Fucking incredible," she whispered, her hips rolling under him.

"Are you ready for more?"

She nodded.

He smiled. "Harper, words," he said softly.

"I... I..." she exhaled. He kissed her. Hard. Deep. Then he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers once more, eye to eye. He waited for her words.

Her hands moved in his hair, slowly. And then she said "I want to stop thinking and just go with it. DO... everything you want. But.. I need you just as naked as me now."

He smiled "That was perfect Harper," and he eased off the table. She hadn't seen him kick off his Asics, but he had. He removed the holster belt that held the massage bottle and put it on a dresser. Then he untied the tie at the waist of his scrubs, and pulled them out over his bulge. His black boxer briefs with a prominent bulge on display. He peeled off the scrubs, and his socks. Then in a swift easy motion, the boxer briefs. His cock was shaved, thick, and she would guess six or so inches. His balls were heavy and full. There was a clear dribble of precum on his cockhead. She reached for his cock and he watched her as her hand curled around it and stroked it. She tugged him toward her and lowered her head, curling her body on top of the massage table until his cock was at her lips and her tongue swirled all over the head. He grasped a towel from little nook under the table and wiped some oil from his hands before slipping his fingers into her soft dark hair to hold it back while she took him deep in her mouth.

To Lewis it was like something just "clicked" inside her finally, the target he was hoping to find. He watched her tongue swirl around his cockhead, then drag on that sweet sensitive frenulum underneath, and he actually moaned her name, surprising himself. Emboldened by that sound, she gulped his cock down her throat. He slowly fucked her mouth as her cheeks caved with soft suction, and her drool dribbled down his shaft. But this was about her, so after a bit he tugged her head back from his cock, leaving a little trail of saliva hang there for a moment, then he surprisingly kissed her. While he did that he sat her upright, her legs swinging down as she sat on the massage table top, and then she wrapped them around him. He dragged his hard length up and down against her slit. She eagerly met him back, wanting to feel him inside her desperately. His hand reached under the massage table once more, pulling a condom out. He bit it open and took a half step back to put it on.

"You don't have to..." she said.

"We'll see..." he replied. She watched, wanton, adjusting herself a bit as she sat to the side of the comfy table. As soon as he had it rolled onto his hard cock he dragged it along her folds once more, getting it wet, and her hands went to his shoulders. With his right hand he grabbed the base of his wrapped shaft and eased the head into her. She purred. Then he hooked his arms under her knees, making her lay back across the massage table, her ass off the side. She moaned, anxious, mixing with whimpers. He was teasing her and it was driving her crazy. His eyes locked hers once more and he pushed all the way in. then he aimed and sheathed it slowly up into her in one slow thrust.

"Fuuuuck" she softly gasped as he filled her. He stayed buried inside her for a few moments as her pussy gripped and adjusted to his perfectly sized girth. After a few moments, probably 30 seconds but it felt much longer to them both, he pulled his cock slowly back, almost out. She caught herself almost pleading that his cock didn't leave her pussy. He held the tip just at the edge of her opening. She squirmed but in the position he had her. she couldn't do much.

Then he buried into her fast and hard, and not just once but steadily, crashing into her. She wailed with lust and it bounced off the walls. His pumps were strong, full, her breasts bouncing with each one. Her hands clutched at his forearms. His eyes were all over her glorious, glistening body, shameless now, just lost in the moment. Her pussy felt incredible, easily milking and leaking down his condom-coated shaft. He slowed way down again, teasing her, and she moaned hungrily.

"God this is perfect," she moaned.

His arms pulled away suddenly, her nails lightly scratching his forearms as he pulled them back. He grabbed her hands in his and held them at her hips and leaned a bit forward. Harper instinctively wrapped her legs around him and he rammed into her deeply, her head falling back off the other edge of the table and grunting at the far wall.

Lewis mind went immediately to fucking her throat like that, but it was merely a momentary thought as he plowed into her, wildly fast, then slowing way down once more. But the distraction let his mind free for a moment, and he sank into her deep and held there. Her eyes were shut. His right hand slipped down to the little shelf underneath the table top, and groped around until he found the small mini-wand he kept there. He flicked the soft button and it buzzed to life in his hand. He brought it up and quickly pressed it against her clit and his plunges picked up their pace once more.

WHAT THE FUCK? Harper's eyes flew open, her voice letting out a squeal as the vibrations hit her. She blinked, realized it was some sort of toy and yes, he was fucking her and working her clit with a toy at the same time. It was all her mind could process. Then her hands went on their own to her nipples, plucking and rolling them, as her head turned this way and that until she exploded wildly, screaming, only a few minutes after the dual sensations hit here.

Holy fuck that was close, Lewis thought to himself as the young Harper's body thrashed and then slumped a bit across the massage table. That wild explosion drove him right to his own edge, but he was able to cling to it and hold there.

Harper was delicious, and lust filled. Her hands tried to find his, just trying to connect. She murmured but couldn't form words. She felt his hands at her shoulders, lifting her up, embracing her against him, Her legs lightly around his waist, languidly there. She could hear his heart beating, and she smiled a bit realizing how excited it was. His hands soothed her back, holding her to him, with his cock hard inside her.

Eventually, she kissed his chest. "Did you cum?"

He shook his head. "Got close, but this is about you. But damn, when you let go... wow."

She pouted a bit. "But I want you to.." His mouth covered hers with a gentle kiss, breaking off her words. She mewed into his mouth. His hands slipped under her ass, and he lifted her. She squealed softly into his mouth, wrapping her limbs tightly around him once more. He turned, pinning her against the wall, and started pumping into her again. She broke the kiss to moan. With her pinned between his body and the wall, his left forearm bearing her weight, two fingers from his right hand pushed into her mouth and she eagerly, expertly, suckled them as his cock pumped into her.

How is he still going? Still this ravenous? Has to be a pill. And then staccato grunts as he slammed up into her. The suddenly he lifted her from the wall, and back to the massage table. But this time, his cock fell out of her, and she whimpered with the feeling of loss. He eased her onto the edge of the table, and she quickly slipped off it it, onto her knees, wrapping her left hand around his cock base and rolling the condom off with the right, and gobbling it down her throat.

"Fuck Harper," he growled. And it made her pussy leak again. Her hands went around his waist, pumping his ass toward her mouth, making him fuck her mouth. His hands went to her head, holding her there. Feeding her his cock. Then a hand went around her throat, just enough for her to feel it, and she moaned onto his shaft.

Then he grabbed her hands, and held them over her head, and pulled his hips back. Her mouth and tongue tried to keep his cock in contact but he pulled away. She started to protest and he tugged her up, spun her around, and leaned her torso onto the massage table, her ass perched up at him. Ohhhhh, she thought with a smile. Yes. This would be perfect. But then she looked back over her shoulder.

"No condom this time.. please? I want to feel you. Just you."

He looked at her. "You sure?"

"Please... positive."

He leaned down, kissed her spine, his twitching cock tip teasing her wet folds as he did so. He kissed each ass cheek. Then his tongue, back to her pussy, Lapping, moaning into her. Her nails tug into the massage table top. "Please.. fuck me..."

He put one hand on her shoulder, and with the other he grabbed the base of his shaft, condomless, and watched it disappear into her. As soon as she felt the head enter she pushed back, moaning loudly as she took him all. Using her shoulder as leverage, he delved into her deep, and she met every thrust. Slow at first, and then with no warning, raw and hungry. His cock felt warm and hard inside her, and her pussy walls slick and hot to him. The hard slap of their bodies sounded so sharp in the room.

She was grunting continuously, and then his hand slapped her ass and she squealed and moaned. Then one of his hands covered her eyes.

"OHHH FUUUUUCK" she moaned, as he cut off one of her senses and pounded into her. It changed things, somehow heightening her sensations, and she was off to the races.

"Cum for me Harper," He snarled.

He didn't have to wait long for her to fulfill his request. Her walls tightened around him, and she squirted a bit as she erupted wildly, screaming wantonly, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. In his mind Lewis thanked all the tantra training he had done for being able to hold off. This was the strongest test he could recall ever having, especially raw inside her.

With his cock buried and coated in her cream, his hands slowly massaged her back, her shoulders, her arms. She purred softly. After a few moments, Harper felt like she was floating. But she also let out a soft moan when his hard cock pulled out of her.

"Lewis. You.. you didn't..."

"This was about you," he said, and kissed her spine. She lifted up, standing up straight although a bit wobbly. "You told me to communicate, right?"

He smiled and nodded, and cupped her face with his right hand.

"I need you to cum. NO. I... I need to make you cum."

She took a step and grabbed the bottle of massage oil on the dresser behind him, and she knelt down. She pumped the oil into her hand and wrapped her glistening hand around his balls. She was kneeling between him and the massage table, so he leaned his hands on the table itself. His eyes looking down. She lifted her eyes to his. "I need to be the reason you cum."

He smiled at her as her hands worked his swollen cum filled balls, teasing them perfectly. Her mouth opened. Her tongue fluttered out, and flicked at his cock head like it was a lollipop. Her oily fingers slid up and pumped his shaft from it's base to tip, her fluttering down working the crown even as her fingers flew over it.

"Harper..."

"Lewis.. don't hold back for me anymore. I want this."

He let his body fall into the moment and feel her. Her wet mouth. Her flicking tongue. She quickly opened her mouth and engulfed his down to her fingers that wrapped around his base, and together, slick fingers and wet mouth, started pumping up and down his shaft. Now it was time for Lewis to moan openly, shamelessly, wantonly.

Her eyes found his again. She let his cock fall out of her mouth, along with a lot of saliva, and she watched him moan. It was something she had seen in porn but really had never been compelled to do before, but in this moment it felt perfect. She used her tongue to draw his cock back into her mouth once more and this time she sucked, and pulled all the way off each time with a popping sound. As she looked up at him, his eyes started to close, his face contorting, and she knew she was going to get what she wanted. Slurp, pop. Slurp, pop, Slurp, pop.

Lewis couldn't believe what she was doing. And he knew he was teetering.

Slurp, pop, and she added a moan between. He was grunting now. Fighting to hang on.

Slurp, moan, pop. Slurp, moan, pop.

"Harper.. fuuck.. I'm going to cum!"

She just kept going. Lewis growled, loudly, primally, and his cockhead flared in her mouth, and she moaned around it as she felt his cum erupt, hot and thick into her mouth. He flooded her mouth quickly and it pooled out of her mouth, down her chin and neck, onto her breasts, down his shaft and balls as she kept going, amazed at how much cum he had in him. It was a long afternoon for him, she thought.

She gulped some of the cum, as his explosions turned to dribbles, her mouth and chest messy, her tongue cleaning him. And then he surprised her once more. His hand went into her hair, tugging her hair to pull her face from his cock, and he kissed her hotly, with his cum all over her lips and still on her tongue. She was shocked.. no partner had done that with her before... and she LOVED it. They shared that moment for a bit, before he slowly eased her up and sit her on the side of the massage table once more, and they embraced with him standing between her legs.

"That.. was amazing," Lewis said.

"It was inspired," she giggled softly.

"How's Harper?"

"I don't think I've ever been better,"she said honestly. Her body felt warm and soft to herself. "Is this.. typical?"

"No," Lewis said. "This was.. inspired. Cassie did a good job of telling me what she thought you might want or need, but more importantly you got comfortable with it and let your inhibitions go."

She nodded against his chest. "Yeah. I wanted to let go with someone who really knew what he was doing. This may have spoiled me," she laughed.

"Think of it as a step into coming into your own more, sexually. Which means sharing what you need, or want."

She nodded and kissed his chest.

He had her lay back, and covered her with a soft heated blanket. And then he gently massaged her shoulders, neck, and temples. She nearly fell asleep. Eventually he kissed her forehead and said "Let's get you ready to go back out into the real world."

She opened her eyes to see he was dressed from the waist down again. When did that happen? He offered her a shower but she said she wanted her body to relish in this for the evening. He then helped her into her clothes, and then led her to a mirror to let her get herself put back together a bit. He leaned against the wall, watching her fix her hair.

"Was there anything you wanted that we didn't cover today?"

She giggled. "Oh god no. I mean, there's things still on my lists of fantasies and desires, and that sort of thing. But this.. this was exactly what I needed. To be taken by someone who wanted me to cum a lot, and knew what he was doing."

"Perfect. You were a pretty easy first-time client once we got past the first O," he smiled.

Harper bit her lip and smiled, almost blushed. They both laughed.

Another hug, and he led her to the door. "Come see me again some time, Harper."

She turned to look at him. "I Just might," She smiled and headed to her car.

As she drove back home, she knew two things. One, she was going to crawl into bed and make herself cum one more time thinking about this entire day, and two... she was going to reach out to Lewis after a few days and maybe go talk to him about some other cravings she had.

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