3 comments/ 30440 views/ 1 favorites It Started with a Massage By: msamson Lying on her back she is still almost modest about her nudity, so it starts with a massage innocently enough on the shoulders. Warm hands kneading skin, I can feel the moment she relaxes a little, falling into the feel of my touch. Running the ball of my hand down her spine brings a groan and I slowly move down her back, adding lotion to take the friction away. By the time I get to her lower back she is relaxed, and I admire her ass as I carefully make sure I avoid rubbing her cheeks, only occasionally brushing by accidentally as I work her lower back. She's expecting me to go there, and I'm not. Yet. I move down one leg, using more lotion now, rubbing in deeply on tired muscles. By the time I get to the foot it's an expected surprise. A deep groan, and I flex, rub, and work her foot over until I feel her leg go totally limp and relaxed. Warm hands work back upward, this time focusing on the inner leg and thighs. She spreads her legs slightly to give me room to massage. I move up the leg slowly, feeling the soft skin and hearing her breathing deepen. I always listen to the breathing. It's communication on a wholly different level, and tells me if what I am doing works or not. My hands on her inner thigh I gently stroke upward and I see her pussy as she opens her legs further. As my hands move up her breathing catches; she wants that touch and I know the gasp I will hear if I do. So I don't. I take the opportunity to bend her leg to the side, and move so that I am sitting between them; the excuse being that it makes it easier to work on the other leg. This time I do massage her ass, rubbing deeply, upward strokes. Her breathing tells me that she is really starting to enjoy this. After a few long moments I start down the other leg to her foot and spend time there until I feel this leg relax as well, then start working my way up her other leg. Breath deepening as I get to her inner thighs, I stop just short of her pussy again and roll her over so now I am between her legs. She's lying with her head back, eyes closed, her legs spread open relaxed from the massage. I can tell she is hot now, and can see a glistening drop of lubrication forming at the bottom of her pussy lips. Sitting between her legs, I put an hand on the inside of each thigh and slowly move upward with a deep slow stroke and her legs fall open further as my hands approach her pussy. Hands come to rest at the place where her legs join her body, fingers splayed open on her abdomen across her public bone, thumbs curved around her entrance and meeting at that spot between her pussy and anus. She holds her breath, waiting. Slowly, I press the thumbs down and moved them in slow circles. She arches her hips trying to move my fingers to her pussy, now very wet. Taking the droplet of wetness that is starting to seep from her lips, I rub it it with the tip of my thumb just below her entrance, enjoying her squirming motion. "Oh God, come here," she grabs my arms to try to pull me on top of her. "Wait," I smile at her, and slowly move my thumbs around an upward, just skirting the edge of her pussy. I draw the fingers together as I approach her clit, very swollen now, and lightly rub the area on ether side of if before moving maddeningly away again. As my thumbs move upward, she pushes with her hips again, seeking more pressure, but I move with her. Lifting her legs for a moment, I slide my own legs underneath hers and pull close to her. My cock is rock hard now, it has been since I started rubbing her, and I am also dripping clear lubrication from the tip. She reaches for my dick, wraps her fingers around it, squeezes hard and pulls upward, and is rewarded by a little more lubrication oozing out onto her fingers. She lifts her hands away to lick the juices from her fingers and smiles at me. My hands return to her pussy and I can feel her heat now. Slowly I stretch her lips apart, and marvel at how wet she is. Very lightly, I run a fingertip along the very edge of her lips, soft like a butterfly kiss. Moving forward now, I press the underside of my cock flat against her pussy. The angle is not right for me to enter her, instead her wet pussy lips are half wrapped around the underside of my penis, and I can feel her hard clit pressing into me. She groans, closes her eyes and lays her head back, hair framing her face in a photo of frank ecstasy. Her hands fall the the sheets on either side of her, clench into a fist, and pull upward, moving her body just slightly, pressing herself against my cock harder. Once again I pull her lips apart with my fingers, enjoying the sight of my cock nuzzled into her wet heat. They relax as I let go and wrap around my cock, feeling like they want to wrap around it and pull me in. God, I want her so badly. It feels like I could probably cum right now, but I don't want the moment to end yet. She starts rocking her hips slowly, grinding against my cock, so I press the top of it down with my thumb so it is pushing harder against her clit. "Mmmmm... Fuck!" and she grinds hard against me, her clit hard like a little pebble against my cock. Her breath is coming in ragged gasps now, and I realize that she is much closer to orgasm than I thought she was. Seeing her body laid out before me, open, wanting, hot, thrusting against my cock half-buried in her cunt drives me crazy. But it is the sound of her breath and moans, head thrown back, fists knotted into the sheets pulling her tight against me as she thrusts harder and harder that really hits me She wants me inside her, yet the pressure against her clit and the heat and stiffness of my cock pressed against along the whole length of her pussy is calling to her. I give in and push against her thrusts, putting my hands on the bed behind me for support. She reaches down with one hand, and presses the palm flat onto the topside of my shaft, mashing it hard down into her pussy. Together we grind, underside of my cock rubbing hard on her clit and along the entire length of her pussy, and the slickness of our juices combined with the pressed of her hand pushing use together are too much. Wordlessly, she moans loudly and cums hard, bucking violently against my cock and her own hand pressing so hard it almost hurts. Her nipples are rock hard on quivering breasts as her body fucks with lost abandon, still straining to be entered. It's too much, and she hears my breathing catch. She knows I am about to explode, so she takes the other hand and also covers the top of my cock. Grinding against me with all she has, she leans forward to watch my cock sliding between her slick hands and pussy. A moment later I explode, bent over to watch with her as cum shoots between her fingers. Cum mixes quickly with our juices, and in moments is spread all over her hands. We grind until the pleasure almost turns to that sweet agonizing pain, and stop, her hand still holding my cock against her as it continues to twitch, sending little shivers of pleasure through both of us. It Started with a Massage As soon as everyone had left my cubicle, I groaned softly and crossed my arms on my desk, resting my head on them for a minute. After a few minutes, my stress-induced headache had changed from a loud pounding noise to a dull roar, so I sat up and massaged my temples while breathing deeply. "Hey Nate? Are you alright?" "Huh?" I mumbled, turning around to see my co-worker Alyssa leaning against the wall of my six-by-six prison. "Oh yeah, I guess so. It's been a hellacious day, and I just want this headache to go away." "It was hard not to notice the crowd that you had around you ever since lunchtime. What was going on?" "Nothing much," I sighed, leaning back in my chair and slapping a random button on my keyboard to wake the computer up, then pointed my thumb at the screen, "some sadist thought it would be funny to assign me this helpdesk ticket, and when the director gets involved, you know it's almost impossible to reassign it to someone else. Some customer had a problem with the ordering system, so I was the unlucky soul that got to work on it. Only after I found the problem could I send it to someone else to fix, but that means I didn't get any of my regular work done today, so now I'm about four hours behind." "Oh yeah, I heard that you got some 'attaboy' praise from the director for it too. Mind if I peek for a second?" Waving my hand in indifference at the screen, I stood up and leaned against my desk while Alyssa sat in my chair. While she read through the entries, she leaned forward, and I pulled out my cellphone to check the string of texts that I had missed. I'm not sure what prompted the move, but for some reason, I glanced over at Alyssa, and my breath caught in my throat. Her loose blouse had billowed out because of her posture, and I was treated to the first down-blouse view I'd ever had of her. Pretending that I was still looking at my phone, I shifted slightly to get a better view, and I felt silly for blushing, but I could feel my face starting to warm up. She was always friendly to me, and while we had never flirted, I always thought that I felt something growing between us. We acted completely appropriate at work at all times, and since Alyssa always seemed to be completely in control of herself and aware of surroundings, the only thing I could think of was that she was doing this on purpose. My eyes traced the outline of her bra, and from only a few feet away, I could easily see the subtle design sewn into the otherwise plain and work-appropriate design. I loved the way her arms rested on her knees pushed her smaller-sized breasts together, and from my vantage point, I could see the soft orbs of skin gently touching in the middle of her chest. Near the top of her breast, I could also see a gentle dip in her skin, instantly making me wonder if that meant her breasts sagged slightly when she was naked. My breath was staring to get faster and shallower as I continued to stare, and only now did I notice that my mouth was hanging open slightly and my jeans had apparently shrunk a little. I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself, moving back a few inches so I was now sitting on my desk and I could conceal the embarrassing bulge in my jeans. Luckily for me, my timing was perfect, and I was again looking at my phone when Alyssa turned back to me. With my phone and both hands covering my growing lump, there wasn't much of a chance she would have known. "So right here, Nate, I think this is the important part." "Yeah, how so?" I managed to croak out. "It says that they used our website for part of the order, then they called in the rest of it." "That's right. Their customer profile was a little messed up, and the problem came up because our systems sometimes have different address formats for the older customers. Their PO lists the whole purchase, but the online order sheet doesn't have the part they called in because our computers couldn't link them together." "Oh, I think I see what you mean now," Alyssa nodded, reaching for the mouse to navigate through the virtual paperwork and diagrams, and as soon as I thought that the screen had her attention, my gaze dropped again. With one of her arms up on the desk, it stretched out the neck of her shirt a little bit, giving me a slightly different view. I still loved the sight, and as she moved the mouse around, it made her breast move a tiny bit. Only one breast was in sight now, but with the movement of her body, her bra had shifted, and I could see the edge of her nipple now. 'Knock it off, you jerk,' I mentally yelled at myself, 'she is your business associate and a friend. She doesn't deserve to be perved over like this. Get your mind back on track - think job, not boobs!' "So this part..." Alyssa started, making me flinch. I jerked my head up to look at the screen, my cheeks turning pink again as she almost caught me staring down her ,. Her mouth dropped open a little, and from my peripheral vision, I swear I caught a smirk as she turned to face me again, but she didn't change her position one inch. "So this part is where the whole thing broke, right?" "Ummm, yeah, I think so." Cursing myself mentally again, I tried to wipe my mind of the image of her breasts. "Yeah, that is it. That stuff is done by IT, so I sent this whole thing to their team, and they promised to get it straightened out today." Nodding her head as she clicked through a few more screens, she paused to look at a complex diagram, but this time I kept myself in check. Not once did I turn to look down her shirt again. Well, OK, I did, but it was just for a second. My heart rate bumped up for a moment, but I was worried about getting caught again, so I did my best to keep my thoughts pure. "Well cool, thanks for letting me take a peek," Alyssa said with a smile, pushing the chair back and standing up. "No problem," I replied, making a determined effort to look nowhere else but at her face, still kind of worried about the smirk that I know for a fact she had on now, but also trying to not repeat her comment to her verbatim. "You know, you look really tense, Nate. Maybe you should get off now and take an early day. Try to relax on the bus and have a few drinks when you get home, or maybe a long relaxing shower. I know that getting a massage really helps reduce my stress, do you ever get massages?" "Yeah, that's a good idea, I probably should run away while I can. And no, I don't do massages, they seem weird to me somehow unless it's for a medical reason, like a kind of therapy." "Well it was just an idea. I've gotta run, but I hope you can burn off your stress tonight and recover before you come back in tomorrow all relaxed and ready to take on the world." Just like uncountable times in the past, I watched Alyssa's ass as she walked away, but her loose skirt refused to show anything that would excite me. As always, she didn't sexualize her outfits like some women in the office did. It was part of the reason I liked her as well; she relied on her brain and skill to move ahead instead of trying to get promotions based on her gender or by being a flirt. It wasn't until she was out of sight and I was sitting in my chair again that the meaning of her comment hit me. "Son of a..." I said under my breath, closing my eyes in embarrassment, "she did catch me looking, and she was laughing at me with that smirk. She seriously just told me to have a beer get off in the shower." Shaking my head as I started to chuckle, I pictured the way she stood at the entrance to my cubicle. "Damn it, Alyssa. You knew what was going on, and you were able to take my rudeness in stride and still make light of it while you were making fun of me." Typing up a quick email to my manager and my team, I told them I was taking off for the day, and before anyone could respond, I shut down my computer and packed up my things. Tossing my backpack over my shoulder, I was headed for the back door when I saw Alyssa walking with my manager as they talked. "Hey Nate, Alyssa told me you're taking off early. Is that right?" "Yup, I'm beat. If you need me to stay, I will, but I need some time to clear my head after that BS troubleshooting I did all afternoon." "Oh no, it's fine. Take the time you need, you scored some big points for us today with management." He clapped me on the shoulder and walked away, and Alyssa flashed me a wide smile as she followed. Even though I was looking her square in the face, my heart skipped a beat to see that as soon as they both had walked close to me, her nipples quickly hardened, and the two bumps pointing at me was almost too much of a distraction for me to speak normally. As soon as she walked past me, another detail struck me. "No way," I whispered as I walked towards the bus terminal, "right now she had two more buttons fastened than when she was at my desk. That damn woman did it on purpose! What the hell?" ( .)(. ) During the ride out of the city, all I could think about was Alyssa. I couldn't understand why she acted the way she did, but with the view I had been given, I wasn't about to complain. It was the 'why' that still bothered me though. In the couple of years that I'd worked with her, we had always clicked, and as much as I wanted to be more than friends, I knew it was best to not try and kindle any work relationships. I could only imagine how bad things could get if we started something and then broke it off. Working daily with an ex wasn't on my list of things that made for a positive work environment. Besides, as much as Alyssa focused on being a competent worker and not a sex object, I doubted that once the quitting bell rang she would pull a full one-eighty and work just as hard at being a girlfriend. Shifting in my seat, I cursed myself for letting my libido get in the way. I had always lusted after her, but almost all the time I was able to keep those feelings at bay. And now a couple little quick peeks down her shirt had knocked down all of those walls I had built up to keep our relationship on a friendly basis. Trying to not focus on my memory of the breasts of a good friend, I stared out the window of the bus, looking down at the cars we passed on the freeway. They were doing half the speed we were in the carpool lane, but when we slowed down for some congestion, the only thing that caught my eye was the view down into the cars, aided by the angle provided by the high seats of the bus. It seemed like every other car was driven by a woman, and every time, I tried to catch a peek down their shirts or up their skirts. Cursing to myself, I turned in my seat to put my back to the window, hoping to find something that would get my mind off of breasts. Looking around the bus, I noticed that the people who weren't sleeping were engrossed by some kind of electronic device or a book. I heard a shuffle from the row in front of me, and in the gap between the seats, I caught a glimpse of a person using a tablet, and a clear view of a naked woman was visible for a few seconds before they clicked away. As much as I was trying to avoid being distracted by people driving by, and my memories of Alyssa, I was instantly interested in seeing some skin, even if it was in a tiny picture on a small screen. The guy in front of me had turned his body so the rest of the passengers wouldn't be distracted by his browsing, but I found that by scooting to the side, I could look down between the seat and the bus window and see most of what was on his screen. With a smile, I spent the next ten minutes shoulder surfing someone else's porn browsing, but because of the weird viewing angle, I didn't recognize right away what he was doing. I heard his phone ringing, and he put the tablet down to talk, and I held back a laugh as he talked to his wife in a whisper. "That's right babe, I have a meeting to attend with a client, so I'll be a little late tonight. "Yes dear, I know. I'm sorry you're still sick, so I understand. It's been a few months, so maybe you should talk to your doctor. It really shouldn't hurt when we... You know, when we do 'that'. We'll never get pregnant if we don't try. "No, wait. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it was rude of me to share that with the rest of my office. So yeah, I've got to go, and I'll talk to you tonight." 'Poor married schmuck,' I thought sadly, 'and that right there is why I'll never make that mistake. Hey wait a second...' Looking down closely at the tablet, I could see more of the screen and this time read some words, and I was able to recognize the website that he was looking at. 'There's no way in hell...' I thought, taking out my own tablet and getting online, 'I thought they shut down that advertising site ages ago. Now what section is he browsing?' Since the guy was now using his tablet, I couldn't get close enough to read it, so I used the camera on mine, zooming in close enough to read the top of his screen. 'Well how about that. They have a section for escorts now. Crazy stuff.' After a few minutes of browsing, I didn't see the same images that I had seen over the other guy's shoulder, so I changed to the next category, which was 'body rub', and I laughed internally at the suggestive wording. As the listings scrolled down the page, my eyes grew wide as I read the descriptions. At first it was all a deluge of data, but as soon as I figured out how to sort by keywords, it looked more manageable. 'Now I see why that guy moved,' I thought as a large image of a naked woman appeared on my screen, and my thumb instinctively hit the button to turn off the display, 'I don't want somebody to get mad at me for sharing porn with the rest of the bus riders.' By propping up my backpack just right, I found I could surf all the dirty stuff I wanted without worrying about offending someone with an aversion to skin pictures. As I clicked through the seemingly non-stop listings for erotic massages, I was able to figure out the codes the ladies used for hours and pricing, plus a description of what they were willing to do for customers, all in a way that skirted the legal edge of what they could and couldn't say. I was so engrossed by this new find, that when I looked out of the window again, I saw my normal bus stop go sailing by, and the guy that had been sitting in front of me was now on the sidewalk outside. I cursed softly and pulled the cable to ring the bell and quickly packed up my stuff. It took me another minute to remember that the next stop was several blocks away. 'It's a good thing that I'm not in a hurry. With all the back-tracking I have to do, I'll never reach the next connecting bus in time.' I got off on the next stop, looking around to get my bearings, staring sadly at the intersection I needed to reach, knowing it was almost a mile away. With a deep sigh, I adjusted the bag over my shoulder and started walking, looking around like a tourist at the business signs that I had not seen in at least a year, which was the last time that I had missed my stop. "Every city has a Chinatown," I mumbled to myself, "and in all the places that I've lived, I can't believe I haven't explored this one yet. It's still early, so why the hell not? I think I'll have dinner here tonight." Now that I had a plan for the evening, I walked with a spring to my step. I spied a familiar looking coffee shop and headed in, hoping to get a boost of energy from a cup before heading out into the unknown. Sitting at a table with my back against the wall, I pulled out my tablet to search the internet for a good restaurant, laughing quietly to myself when I saw that I had never closed the site I had been looking at on the bus, clicking the 'back' button so the half naked woman wasn't visible anymore. My thumb hovered over the 'x' button to close the window, and I almost pressed on it when something on the screen caught my eye. "No way... Chinatown. Seriously?" Taking a sip of the hot brew, my mouth flooded with the rich bitter taste I had been craving, and I stared at the listings on the screen, now seeing that there were three with the name of 'Chinatown' in the description. My hand shook slightly as I pressed on the link, opening one that I had already seen before. Scrolling past the badly written description and the pictures I knew were taken from some porn site, I looked down at the contact information. 302 South Main Street. Suki's Spa, open 1PM-1AM (or by appt). Happy Hour 3PM-6PM with special. Walk-in OK, more beter with appoiintment. "Holy shit, there's no way. Really?" I whispered to the screen, ignoring the phone number and looking again at the address and name. "I swear I just saw that address, and I'm on South Main." Carrying the tablet and leaving everything else on the table, I walked across the shop to look out the window. Sure enough, on the building across the street, I saw the numbers '302' above a nondescript door. As I walked back to my table, my heart was racing, and it wasn't from the caffeine. I bumped into a chair on the way, the sound of it jerking me out of the zone my mind was in. I stared at the screen until it shut down from lack of attention, my eyes fixed on the collection of buzzwords that the ladies hoped would attract customers. Young, hot, firm, beautiful ladies, experienced, fresh from China, full body massage, erotic touch, stress relief. Glancing at the pictures of nude models that surely didn't work at a massage parlor, I started to imagine that I was potentially ten minutes away from having a woman give me a wonderful work-over, and the possibilities were almost endless. After a glance at the price, I no longer even mentally giggled about the idea of "50 rose donation" being a twist on describing currency, but instead headed straight for the ATM. ( .)(. ) Glancing around like I was trying to be sneaky, I headed for the door under the numbers '302', not really sure what to expect, or if it was even unlocked. Luckily for me, the door swung open easily, squeaking a little as it closed behind me, leaving me all alone in a dimly lit hall that smelled funny. I laughed nervously, flinching when my voice echoed back to me. "What the hell? This is weird. I think I can smell mold, maybe old socks, boiled cabbage, and... Oh hell, I don't even want to know. Where do I go now?" Walking down the dingy cement hallway, I passed several steel doors that were securely locked, then I turned a corner to see a curtain of beads covering a doorway, and a hand-written sign proclaiming "Suki's Spa" above the beads. Full of both nervous excitement and worry, I walked up to the beads and looked through, satisfying my feeling of dread that there wasn't anything scary looking beyond it. Instead, there was a circle of furniture around a glass coffee table, and three women sitting down, plus one guy with his back to me. Steeling my resolve, I fought away the desire to leave, instead pushing through the curtain. Everyone looked up at me, and I chuckled to see the guy was the same one that had been sitting in front of me on the bus, but he clearly didn't seem to recognize me. Good. I didn't want anyone knowing that I had even come in here. A Japanese lady that looked like she could be either thirty or seventy stood up and smiled at me, bowing slightly, which I unconsciously returned, then I smiled back and nodded a hello at the other people in the room. "You want massage?" "Uhhh, yeah, I guess. That's what you do here, right? I've had a long day, and I'd love to get the stress worked out of my body. I don't need an appointment, do I?" Realizing I was on the verge of babbling non-stop in my nervousness, I shut up and watched the wrinkles in her face build up on top of each other as she smiled wider. "Yes, you have massage. No wait for you. You pick girl now." Nodding my head, I replied as I turned to face the couch. "Yeah, OK, I..." My jaw locked open as I stared at the girl on the end of the couch furthest from me. "Alyssa? Is that you?" It Started with a Massage She giggled and stood up, walking closer to me and shaking her head. "My name Risa. You call me Aleyessa if you want. You want me give you massage?" Once she stood up I saw that she was indeed not my friend. Risa was almost a foot shorter than Alyssa, and the facial characteristics that had jumped out at me before proved to be close, but not quite the same. I knew Alyssa was part Chinese, but there was at least one generation of another nationality that had muted some of the most prominent features. Judging the rest of her body without gawking like a pervert, I could tell that her build seemed to be almost exactly the same as Alyssa, just in a shorter package, not to mention one that was probably about ten years younger. "Yes, I would love for you to give me a massage. Where should we go?" "You wait," the old lady said, walking between us, "first you pay. Forty for me for house. In the room, you pay Risa one hunnred for one hour." I nodded my head, secretly pleased with myself that I had thought ahead that this might happen, and planned accordingly at the cash machine, as well as stashing the bills in several pockets to avoid losing everything to a pickpocket. I've heard those horror stories, and I didn't want to lose my cash with nothing good to show for it. Two hundred was a lot to think about spending for an hour getting a massage, but this was more than a rub-down, it was sure to be an experience, so I didn't mind spending a bit more. Just in case this went well, I also wanted to be remembered if I ever came back. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out the folded bills and handed them to the old lady without counting, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "It's there, and a little more, because you're beautiful. Thank you, ma'am." She lady glanced at the cash and slipped it into her bra, winking at me as she turned to leave. I felt Risa's hands on my arm, and she smiled up at me as she nudged me to walk down the hallway after the old lady. "I think mama like you," Risa giggled, "she bring us to the nice room." Still thinking that I was only here for a massage, since nothing sexual had been asked for or offered, no matter how subtly, it felt weird to me how closely Risa was walking, but the feeling of her body against mine was distracting me from pursuing that avenue of thinking. With her breast pressed firmly against my arm, and her upper thigh bumping into my hand on every step, it took all the brain cycles I had available to keep an eye on her hands to make sure she didn't try to relieve me of any valuables. While walking down the dim hallway, covered by a some gross colored thread-bare rug from the 1970s, I saw that there were several closed doors along the path, and most of the doors had music coming from behind them, making me wonder what the music was supposed to be covering up. After going around two more corners, the mama stopped nodded at a closed door, then leaned on the wall as she walked away from us. I heard an odd noise from the door across from where we had stopped, and I pointed at it with a question in my eyes. Risa laughed lightly, stepping away from my arm and opening the door I had indicated. "Wash room," she stated, and I chuckled slightly to see a brand new wash machine and dryer, looking highly out of place amid the ancient building it was placed in. She closed the door and crossed the hall, opening the other door, the wave of her hand inviting me to enter first. Slightly paranoid because of so many b-rated horror movies I see on late-night TV, I was on my guard before crossing the threshold. Panning my eyes across the room, I looked for the big brutes that might knock me out and steal my money, or maybe extract my liver before leaving me in a bathtub full of ice, but I saw only a large well-lit room. There was a large padded table in the middle, two small end tables around the walls, and a tiny bathroom covered only by a privacy curtain. No bad guys, no black-market doctors, and possibly even more luckily, no police. "You like?" Risa asked as she closed the door and walked around me, standing with her hands clasped in front of her. "Oh, ummm... Yes. Yes, I like this room, it's very nice, just like you said." "Good, good. You put stuff there." She crossed the room and turned on the small stereo, and I heard the CD spin up a moment before the sounds of nature filled the room, making me look around to see several speakers mounted on the ceiling. I put my backpack next to the only chair in the room, then glanced around nervously, unsure of what the next step should be. Why should I? I've never been in a massage parlor that was marketed as 'erotic' before. Risa looked at me expectantly, then smiled demurely as she walked by me and opened the curtain to the bathroom. "Massage is one hunnred for one hour, yes?" "That's right, I got that right here, hold on a sec." "What else you want? Extras cos' more money." Slightly shocked that she would be so direct about asking for more money, I was still wary about asking for more than the base package. "Ummm. I don't know? I can't stay an hour, only half an hour. I have another appointment I need to get to, but don't worry, I'll still pay the whole hour's charge. Is that a good tip?" Risa gasped slightly and nodded her head, "That's ver nice, sir. We start now?" "Yes, I guess so." "First you shower. Ver quick, only one minute, then come out with towel." She pointed to a stack of freshly laundered towels, then turned away to light some candles. After I took off my shirt and I had an idea, and my heart started to race as I turned around to look at Risa as I spoke to her. "Wait, I guess I do want an extra." "Yes?" Hardly believing I was going to ask this of a stranger, not to mention even being in this room, and this situation, right now, I took a deep breath before speaking. "If I need to take a shower, I want you to take one with me. Also, if I'm going to be naked on that table, then I want you to be naked as well. Can you do that?" Risa looked back at the door, then down to her feet, but still not answering. Since she didn't outright refuse me, I felt empowered to keep going. "I'm guessing this isn't how things are usually done, but right now I don't care. I'm paying for an hour but staying for half of that. I know extra things cost extra money, so you can have all that I have left with me." Pulling out the three other sets of fifty from each pocket, I counted out everything and put it on the table. "One hundred and fifty dollars to you, for thirty minutes of massage, but you have to be naked the whole time, and I want you to shower with me. What do you say, Risa?" Her hands were still clasped in front of her body, and she wrung her fingers as she bit her lip, staring around the room. After almost a minute of thought, she turned around and locked the door, then lit two more candles before turning off the lights. In the flickering low light of the candles, she walked towards me with her head lowered. "This not happen much," she whispered to my shoes, "but I do what needed. Yes, I take money. Thank you. I new here, it only go this way once for me. I... how do you say? I nervous?" Quickly shedding the rest of my clothes, I watched as Risa turned around and slowly undressed, keeping her back to me the whole time. The smock she was wearing was mostly shapeless, and I grinned widely to see it fall, my cock swelling slightly to see that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. Her ass wasn't all that great to stare at, not compared to what I was hoping for, but she still looked good from this angle. With her arms crossed over her body, she turned towards me, and my spirit fell a little. Her crotch and breasts were fully covered by her hands and arm, and she seemed to have lost her cheerful mood as she turned away from me and walked directly to the shower. The swelling that had been happening in my own crotch now disappeared, and I walked up behind her as she reached up to a shelf I hadn't noticed before. Pushing her arm back, I could see that she was trying to hand me a condom while she turned on the water. "If you ready, sir, you go ahead." I watched the water run down her back, and in the dim light I couldn't see much of her body, but I knew exactly what she was offering to me. Because I felt dirty for essentially ordering Risa to rent her body to me, I knew this wasn't what I was after, and I had known it from the moment in the coffee shop that I had decided to come here. Taking the condom from her, I tossed it to the floor behind me before stepping into the spray of water behind her. Standing close, I pressed my soft manhood into her hip and reached for her arm, trying to get her attention. "Come on, please stand up straight, Risa. I'm not going to have sex with you, that's not why I'm here." She straightened up, looking at me in confusion, and I could have sworn there were tears in her eyes. It could have been the water, but I doubted it. Taking a step back, I put my head into the stream of water, running my hands through my hair, then let the warm water wash across my back as I looked at the young lady in front of me. She was still covered up with her hands, but it seemed like her attitude had improved. "Does it not work?" "Does what not work?" I asked back, then realized what she mean. "Oh yeah, it works fine. But when there's a woman that doesn't want him, I won't let him work." She canted her head to the side, her brows furrowed in confusion. "So why you pay extra?" "I wanted to see you, not fuck you." When I saw her face change and it looked like she wanted to cry, I took a step forward and lifted her chin so she would look into my eyes, then rested my hands on her shoulders. "From what I've seen, you're beautiful, and I would like nothing more than to fuck you so good that you walk funny for three days, but that's not why I'm here. I didn't want to buy you or use you, I wanted to enjoy the sight of you, as well as your touch. If you enjoyed it as well, it would be better, but there's no way I would want to make you do something you didn't want to. The only service I wanted to buy from you was the massage, and it's a bonus that you agreed to let me see you naked as well." Risa closed her eyes and took a deep wavering breath, and I could see the indecision churning in her mind with whatever internal battle her mind was waging. After a moment, she dropped one arm, then the other, and then it was my turn to gasp. I may have cursed softly too, I'm not sure, but I do know the room must have gotta a little brighter with the power of my smile. When Risa opened her eyes and saw me, her smile added to it as well. Looking her body up and down, I paused at the unruly tuft of pubic hair that blocked the sight of her womanhood, then stopped to stare at her breasts. Resting high on her chest, they only let gravity have a little effect on their perky height, her rigid dark nipples catching drips of water from the shower. Her breasts swayed slightly as she breathed heavily, and it took a moment before I could look up into her face. She giggled softly when I made eye contact, then blinked rapidly as the water bouncing off of my shoulders hit her in the face. "You like me like this?" Giving her a deadpan look, I returned the same smile and blinking look she gave me. "Damn right I like this. Wow, you're better looking naked than I thought you would be, that dress should be ashamed of hiding you so much." "Shower all done now?" I almost nodded, but instead stepped to the side so she got a full blast of water across her body. "Almost. Remember I said I wanted you to shower with me?" Risa nodded her head and stepped into the spray with me, and I saw her cringe slightly with worry. "I already told you I wasn't going to fuck you, right?" She nodded her agreement, but still stared at the wall instead of at me. "How about if I change that statement up a little bit? I will not put any part of my body inside of your body, and if you genuinely want me inside of you, it must be you asking for it. Do you understand?" She took yet another deep breath and nodded, smiling slightly as she stepped closer to me, pushing my hands from her shoulders. Before I could react, she used her hands to wipe a light soap across my skin from the shoulders down, efficiently cleaning me without saying another word. Even though she was as impersonal as a nurse doing a sponge bath, I have to admit the feeling of her fingers cleaning all of my ass was a little erotic, and it goes without saying that as she cleaned my package, I did start to swell as she held my shaft and cupped my balls, but I made no move that would seem to threaten her. When she reached for the handle to turn off the water, I grabbed her wrist to stop her, pretending to ignore the fact that she cowered away from me as I blocked her way out of the shower. Using the same bottle she had used a minute before, I cupped the soap as I brought it to her shoulders, holding her in a hug as I spread it across the top of her back. I felt her body against mine, and the feeling of her nipples made me pause to look down. She did as well, then pulled back as she looked at my groin. "It grows. You promise no sex?" "I promise," I whispered back, "he's growing because I can tell you're not scared I'm going to use him on you. If he stands up and touches you without me moving, I apologize for it in advance." Just to make sure that I didn't scare her by trying to stab her in the belly with my erection, I turned us so my back was to the water, then went down to one knee. I won't lie though, I may have accidentally on purpose rubbed my cheek against her breast on my way down, and it made me smile when she gasped. It sounded like she enjoyed it, and I slowly lathered the soap up and down her legs, possibly spending an extra amount of time on her ass. Copying her moves, I held her ass with both of my hands, pulling apart her cheeks as my fingers delved into her privates, and I swear that I felt her body shiver as I lightly soaped between her legs. True to my word, I made no attempt to enter her, and I think she enjoyed my touch as much as I enjoyed touching her. Leaving one hand on her ass to keep her in place, I brought the other forward and rubbed the soap into her dark wiry pubes, coating her bush with suds. My face was only inches away from her pussy, and even through the light scent of the soap, I could still smell her natural wetness. Changing position slightly, I moved to her side to let the water wash over her, and starting with her foamy bush, I rinsed away the soap, sliding two fingers across her pussy for a moment before spreading my fingers so they were on her groin, but tantalizingly close to where she wanted them. Her hips moved an inch to the side, as if trying to make me touch her pussy again, but I pretended that I only wanted her clean, and moved to wiping down her legs. Her movement made her leg press against my now fully erect cock, but she either didn't notice it or didn't care, but even that small contact was enough to feel good to me. Once her lower body was rinsed, I stood and turned her body against mine, blocking the water with my back as I pulled her to me. Lifting my cock so it rested against her back instead of her ass, I felt her squirm and try to lean forward. "Sorry, I still need to finish cleaning you, and this was the safest place for him. If I put him against your ass, you might think I was trying to fuck you. Is this OK for now?" Risa sighed and nodded her head, and I noticed that she hadn't opened her eyes yet, but she did have a slight smile as she relaxed her body and leaned back into me. I stared down her body as I held her against me, and my hands slid down her shoulders to wash her arms, and I waited to see what would happen when I let my fingers brush against her breasts. The first time she flinched a little, but every time after that, I felt her body jump as she took a deep breath. I made my way to her stomach, dipping my knees slightly to reach low on her hips, my fingers brushing against her pubic hair, and even though I didn't mean to do it, I felt my cock sliding up and down across her soapy back, and I couldn't hold back the soft groan it pulled from my chest. Moving my hands all around her breasts, it took a little while before I finally touched the soft skin I had been staring at, and Risa sighed loudly when my hands fully cupped her breasts. I felt her push away from me again, but this time it wasn't to get away from my cock, but to push into my hands. I squeezed her breasts gently as I massaged them, and she didn't say respond at first when her nipples got stuck between my fingers, but when I tugged on them, she pushed her head into my chest, openly moaning in pleasure. As I continued to watch my hands full of her breasts, I cursed softly, then pulled my hips away from her, turning to the side so my shaft no longer touched her body. "I do something wrong?" Risa whispered, her hands raising to hold mine in place on her breasts as I tried to pull away. "No, not you. Well, yes it's about you, but you didn't do it. I'm sorry, it's me. You've got me so turned on, if I keep touching you, I might make a mess on your back." She groaned softly as she squeezed my hands tighter, then pushed back on me until I was trapped between her and the shower wall. "No let go," Risa whispered as she dropped her hands away, making me curse as she pushed her hip into the sensitive head of my cock. Rising up on her tip toes, she reached back and held my shaft with both hands, pressing down on it as she lifted one leg to the side, then fell against me as she squeezed her thighs around my shaft. "No speak," she whispered as she tilted her head towards me, then mumbled in Chinese as she lowered her hand and held the head of my cock in her palm, pressing my shaft up against her wetness. "My job is make you relax, let me. We no have sex, just feel good, I like too." Holding her breast with one hand, I moved my other hand all across her body, stroking her arms and neck, then cupping her chin as I pressed my cheek against hers. The only sounds I could hear now was the shower and our combined panting, and there was an undertone of a whine in hers as her ass pressed into my stomach. The feeling of her pussy against me was different than anything I've ever felt, and with the tightness of her body trapping my cock, it almost felt like sex, and with her wanting to do this, I loved the feeling even more. When I felt her legs starting to tremble, I wrapped one arm around her ribs, tightening my grasp while still holding her breast softly. I gave just enough pressure to lift Risa an inch, and she turned her head to squeal into my neck, thrusting back and forth rapidly as she rode the length of my cock. Her free hand reached behind my neck, pulling my face to hers, and she surprised me by kissing me, her tongue bursting between my lips in search of my own. The feeling of her mouth on mine was glorious, and after only two more thrusts into her thighs and hand, I felt myself tense for a moment before climax. Grunting into Risa's mouth, I felt myself shooting into her hand, and my hips bucked sporadically as I fought to stay standing. The weight in my arm increased, and before my last shot of semen into her waiting hand, I felt her body quiver, her lower hand clenching my painfully sensitive glans against her body. The tremors I felt between her legs radiated up her body, and once I noticed her feet had locked behind my calves, I knew I was fully supporting her body while she orgasmed on my cock. Risa relaxed in my grasp, her feet reaching for the floor, so I gently put her down, following her until we both sat on the floor with the water cascading over both of us. We sat for a minute, with her on my lap and our arms around each other, then noticed the water was starting to get cold. We both laughed and I reached up to turn the water off, then we sat still while the sounds of the soft music from the stereo cut through the silence that the shower turning off had caused. It Started with a Massage "Come get up," Risa whispered, pulling away from me and covering her breasts and crotch as she tried to stand without using her hands. I grunted as I got to my feet, then held my hand out to her. "Here, let me help you up." She covered up as well as she could while she took my hand, and I let her have some privacy while I picked up a towel for each of us. Draping one over her shoulders, I quickly dried myself off, then looked around for where to put it. "Where do the used towels go, Risa?" "Wrap around waist," she whispered, still facing away from me, "then drape over middle when I massage." "If that's what you want, I can do that, but honestly, there isn't any part of me you haven't seen and touched. I'm not trying to be difficult, but right now using a towel for modesty is kind of silly." "I sorry, I make mistake," Risa said, turning her body slightly so she could turn her head to see me, "please don't tell mama I did that in shower." "Did what? There's no one here but us to see what happened. You said a few minutes ago that it's your job to help me relax, and you did a damn good job of that, and the massage hasn't even started yet." "Man not allowed to make me... Let me have pleasure. I do it sometimes for mans sometimes, but mama not like when we do more. Like what we did." "Then she will never know. Besides, part of your job is to make me feel better, and if I can make you cum, then that makes me feel good too. I liked it, trust me, but we must have imagined it since it never happened." I rolled my eyes when Risa shook her head, dropping her gaze back to the floor. Taking three steps to stand behind her, I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the massage table, lying her across the padding on her back. Ignoring her attempts to cover up in the towel, I chuckled as I picked up the closest bottle of massage oil from the warming pot. Pouring it directly onto my chest from shoulder to shoulder, I put the bottle down before wiping the slick material across my torso and arms, and the remainder onto my thighs. When I turned back to the table, Risa was still curled up facing away from me, but at least she wasn't crying. Hopping up on the table, I scooted my butt over until I was right behind her, then grabbed her arms through the towel to sit her up. Holding her forearms down, I couldn't believe how much I was pushing the envelope of what I thought I could get away with. 'Well why not?' I asked myself, 'Not five minutes ago I was french kissing a hooker. Well, kind of a hooker, whatever. But I was still bare-back fucking her thighs, so does that count? Is this any better or worse? One way to find out, I guess.' Nudging the towel out of the way, I lowered my mouth to her breast, sucking in the brown nipple and hummed to myself as I felt it come to a point between my lips. Risa tried to push me away at first, then she relented and instead held my head to her breast. "No, sir. We can't..." "Shhh," I whispered back as I shifted to her other breast. It took maybe two minutes of my tongue making love to her breasts before I felt the fight leave her arms, so I let go of her and pulled the towel away. It wasn't until I sat up that she reached for it, but I threw it to the side. On my way down to lay back on the table, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her with me, and as soon as her back reached the oil on my body, she slid into position directly above me, stopping when her shoulder bumped into my chin. While I massaged her breasts with one oily hand, my other one went lower and pressed between her legs, my fingers firmly covering her tuft-covered pussy. Pressing in with the middle joints of my fingers, I let the pressure of my hand continue arousing her, then pinched her nipple as I nibbled on her ear lobe. "What happens in here, mama doesn't have to know. We can enjoy each other, and I like the way you move and sound when you're excited. Isn't that what we both wanted? And remember what I said earlier, I'm not going to fuck you, or put any part of myself into your body unless you ask for it. Or, like in the shower, you force me to put my tongue inside of you. Are you going to be OK now?" "Yes sir. You feel ver good, but must stop. I have to massage, I have to." "If that's what you want to do, I will be happy to feel your hands on me, but you still have to stay naked. I like the way you look and feel." Risa slid both of her feet up the inside of my legs, and I could feel her body relax as she lowered her hands to my sides. When her feet reached my groin, she spread her knees as wide as she could, the soles of her feet finding my cock and trapping it between them. "Yes, I can tell you happy, he standing up again." "So if I let go of you, then you will get whatever supplies you need to start a massage?" "Yes." After one last rub of her pussy, which made her groan, I reached up so I could again hold both breasts. Looking across her body at the view of her soft globes pressed together in my oiled hands, I hummed my approval at the sight and feel that I loved so much. "OK, I'm done for now, I promise," I said sadly, slowly letting go and helping her slide off of me to the side. Risa got to her hands and knees to make her way off of the table, looking back at me when I rolled to my side to watch her. She smiled shyly and eased off the table, slowly walking to the table to collect the equipment she needed, then placed the collection of bottles on a cart that she pushed to the side of the table by me. I watched as she closed her eyes and took several deep cleansing breaths, and I could almost see the sexual tension leave her body. She had me scoot up towards the top of the table, then drizzled some more warm oil on my chest. Before it could spread too far, Risa started to rub it in, impressing me with the strength of her hands. I had never received a professional massage before, but it was easy to tell that she had actual training for this. As difficult as it was, after a few moments of staring at her breasts directly above my face, I closed my eyes and let her do her job. Of course, I opened my eyes as soon as I felt myself getting drowsy, and everywhere she moved, I kept her in my gaze. For the next ten minutes, Risa covered most of my body, having me shift to either side of the table so she could properly reach me. At first she shied away when I reached to grab her breast or ass, but after the first time, she simply smiled and adjusted her arms so I could reach her easier. Most of the time, my erection was throbbing, and she frequently looked over at it, but only once did she reach out to hold it, stroking it gently as she coated my shaft in oil. "Turn over, please." Risa said in a firm tone, so I did as requested, which put my body in the middle of the table. Instead of asking me to move to the side again, I watched as she carefully climbed onto the table and knelt by my side as she started to rub my shoulder blades. Even though I was saddened that I couldn't put my hands on her breasts, I noticed that she moved my arm so she could put her knees on either side of my hand. Yup, up my hand went, sliding up her inner thigh until I touched her wetness, surprising me that she seemed to be as turned on as I was. It didn't last long though, and after a minute of me playing with her clit, Risa pulled away from me, but only long enough to swing one leg over my body, sitting directly on top of my bare ass. At first I thought she was doing this to massage my lower back, but when I felt her start rocking her hips back and forth after shifting to the side, I held back a laugh. She was using my ass cheek to get herself off! 'This is not what I pictured when I thought of a girl ass-fucking a guy,' I thought to myself with a huge smile. Risa's hands slowed down as her hips sped up, and I heard her soft moaning over the sound of the stereo, and just for fun, I clenched my butt muscles and tried to time it with her thrusts. After a few instances of this, she apparently had enough, even though I knew she had not orgasmed yet. I looked over at her when she dismounted me, and the flush on her face was proof of her excitement. She must not have trusted herself to speak at that point, since she used a hand motion to tell me to roll over again. Before I was settled on my back, Risa had mounted my knee, and unlike my ass, she found a rigid body part to rub her pussy against. Sitting up slightly, I leaned on my elbows to watch her body moving, noticing that she had also covered her torso with oil, and she glistened beautifully in the candle light. She leaned on my thighs as she lifted her sex from my leg, breathing heavily as she visibly tried to get control of herself. Taking advantage of the situation, I reached out and slid my hand onto one of her breasts as it swayed below her body just above my cock. Instead of stopping me, Risa crawled higher over my body, spreading her legs so she could sit astride my hips, and I whispered my appreciation of her pussy that I could now clearly see, spread wide open only several inches from my cock. "You want to sex me?" "Want to?" I laughed, "Hell yes, but it doesn't feel right, so it won't happen today. I do want to come back, and if you still want me at that time, then yes. If you want, I can use my finger to make you cum, or you can keep massaging me." I could see the frustration in her face, but instead of arguing or pleading with me, she simply lay down. With her knees bent and feet in the air, she used the oil on our bodies to slide up and down on me, focusing the center of her body on my cock that was trapped between us. I groaned as her stomach stroked my cock, with her weight and pressure adding to the intensity. Risa looked up and smiled, moving a little to the side, and I felt the difference as her breast slid over my cock. She moved up and down an inch at a time, and the sensation of her nipple on the underside of my cock head was amazing. Reaching down to the surface of the table, she sat up and slid forward to rest her knees on either side of my chest, and I could now see her pussy lips sliding across my ribs. Pulling my hands up to her chest, she put all four of our hands on her breasts and squeezed firmly as she smiled at me. "You like these, yes?" Before I could answer, she pushed her weight into my hands, scooting her groin down my body. When I felt her ass make contact with my cock, she slowed down and wiggled her hips, her mouth parting an inch as she moaned. Her eyes narrowed and she whined under her breath, and I felt my cock move up a little, and a firm pressure squeezed the spongy tip of my cock. "You want my ass?" Risa whispered, her face contorting in pain. Grunting softly in surprise at her words, realizing now what she was doing, I reached down pulled her hips forward. "You don't have to do that, Aly... Uhhh, Risa." "It safe, no one do that to me before." "No, no, that's not what I mean." "Why you call me Alee... Why call me that other name?" Reaching for her breasts again, I smiled as I pushed them together. "There's a lady I know that looks almost exactly like you, and I really like her, but I work with her so it's not appropriate to tell her that. Sorry, it's a long story. For what I'm feeling right now, it relates because I had a peek down her shirt today, so I saw her lovely breasts covered by her bra, but I've never seen them bare. Every time I touch or see yours, I think of her. I think her body and her breasts are exactly like yours, so you are driving me crazy right now." "I be her for you? I only sexed one man here, but it not so good. You nice man though, you make me want you. Maybe yes sex me now and call me other girl name?" Risa reached to the side for the oil bottle, and after a hefty pour of the slippery stuff onto my chest, she locked her eyes onto mine as she turned around and lay her back down on my chest. Propelled by her feet on the table, she slipped around in all directions to make sure the was fully coated, then again moved my hands to her breasts. She moved down until I felt our privates touch, then slid up to my chin, repeating the process several times, pausing longer each time on the down stroke. Stopping when her shoulder reached my chin, she turned to me and whispered. "You like breast, so keep hands there. Think of your friend, and we please make sex? You more bigger than last boyfriend, I want to feel you and think him. It not take long. Promise." Holy shit, she felt amazing. When she moved down again, I shifted my hips and flexed that one muscle that makes my cock bounce, and I felt it slide up her center, and she shuddered when it bumped off of her clit, then I saw it poke up above her body. Now I was regretting saying 'no' to sex with her, and the next time her body moved down, I tilted my hips up, and my cock slid up the crevice of her ass. She moaned again, and I felt every curve of her body on mine, and she even had the nerve to adjust slightly, making me feel the tightness of her backdoor pressing against my cock. It was crazy to think that with only a push, I could take her anal virginity, and that in her desperate desire for my cock, that she was willing to do it. Damn this oil was dangerous. She was pushing all of the right buttons in my brain though, and her willingness to have sex had eroded what little self control I had left. Moving her slightly with my hips and hands, I positioned Risa to where I thought my manhood was resting on her bushy entrance. 'I have one last excuse to use,' I thought, 'and if this doesn't stop soon, I'll have to roll her off of me and rub it out in three seconds.' "I'm not wearing a condom, we can't do this," I whispered. "They make me take pill, for in case," she replied just as breathlessly, "I never did sex without the safety way." My little head was thinking for me, and if I didn't cum soon, I would have lost all abilities to think normally. 'Damn, she's just a girl-next-door type of lady, and she is stuck in here? It would be safe. I think.' The big head, the one with the real brain, was apparently low on blood. As huge as my dick felt to me right now, it seemed to have a double-dose of my decision-making power, and I groaned as my last bit of morals ran away. I pressed her body lower, feeling her skin pressing against my rock-hard cock. "If you want to fuck me, then do it," I moaned, "let me feel your tight pussy around my cock, Alyssa." Risa's body trembled as she moaned quietly, and she dug her ass into my stomach as she positioned our bodies for joining. I could even feel the rough patch where my lower head was pressing into her hair, then a moment of pure bliss came over me as it was pressed into her soft cleft, completely soaked by both the massage and natural oils. I pinched Risa's nipples as I whispered Alyssa's name, looking down at the breasts in my hands and listening to the girl's soft cries of pleasure. It was hard to do, and it took everything I had to keep from cumming when I felt my cock enter her body, her tight channel squeezing my shaft as I penetrated her. Risa froze in place and squeaked as her body trembled, and I felt the contracting muscles in her pussy throbbing against my cock. All sense of where and when I was existing was lost as I fought against my impending release, and without knowing it, I had tried to distract myself by sliding Risa up and down, one or two glorious inches at a time. Her arms flailed out to the side for a moment when my cock pushed deeper into her, then she relaxed and let me control the pace. Even though her pussy felt glorious as it compressed my cock, I could feel that I was still only halfway in, and the angle of our bodies seemed to make more depth impossible. Risa reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks wide as she tried to take more of me inside of her, and when she stopped moving, I could feel the trembling muscles inside of her body as she reached another peak. She pulled back a little bit, and I was actually glad for it, since now her contracting muscles wouldn't try to suck my orgasm from me just yet. Tilting her head towards mine, Risa whispered heavily without opening her eyes. "You more than old boyfriend. I feel so... So full. It hurt a little, but good hurt. Can have more?" "You want more of my cock? You're going to have to get above me then. Kneel above me and let yourself slide down, and take all of me inside of your pussy. If you can, that is. You feel so damn good, I might finish before you get that far. You make me want to cum just being inside of you, Alyssa." Risa giggled and moved her legs to the side, then pushed with her arms in a twisting motion to get up to her knees, impressing me with her aerobics in a way that never let my cock leave her pussy. She faced away from me, her hands on my knees as she let her body drop, and I watched my cock disappear into her. She jerked slightly and froze in position, and a moment later tried pushing further down. I massaged her ass while she moved, craning my head to the side in an effort to see her breasts again. Moving my hand to the middle, I rubbed my thumb across her slippery sphincter. "Alyssa, you have to know I need to keep my hands on you. If you keep facing away from me, I'm going to put my thumb in here. Or you can turn around so I can have your boobs." She flinched slightly, shaking her head. "Too much. No, not now, it too much." Her legs seemed to move at impossible angles as she turned, and I swore under my breath as she turned completely around to face me, still with most of my cock securely buried inside of her. Risa shook her hair back, giving me an unobstructed view of her body, and her eyes seemed to burn with passion as she locked her gaze on me. Her hands gripped her breasts as she leaned back and looked down at where our bodies joined, then smiled up at me. "You come back again. You must. I need more of you sex." Groaning as Risa took another half inch of me inside of her, I whispered back in the same tone. "Deal. You feel so amazing right now, I can't believe I haven't finished yet. It feels like I'm going to fill your whole body with my cum." She nodded in reply, biting her lip to hold back another cry of pleasure, and I reached for her when I saw and felt that she was now as full of cock as she could get from me. Risa seemed to be having another orgasm, and she gave me no resistance when I pulled her towards me. When she was halfway to me, I stopped her so I could suck on each of her nipples, and now I had enough room to start thrusting into her myself, giving her that last quarter inch of my length on every push. She had stopped doing anything except making soft grunts of squealed pleasure as her body continued to shake. Knowing the time was close for me, I pulled her body to me, whispering both her name and Alyssa's in her ear as I planted my feel flat on the table and pressed her thighs to the side. Squeezing her body against mine, I could still feel each of her breasts as they flattened out against my chest, and I held her tight as I started to thrust in earnest. I could feel only her body and mine, and the sound of rushing water through my ears covered any other thing that could have been happening, I couldn't even hear our skin slapping, even though I'm sure it wasn't quiet. At some point, I felt Risa tighten up again, and this time her whole body started jerking. She screamed into my chest, which pulled me out of the zone I was in, and I could feel how close I was to the feeling that my balls were going to blow up. With one hand down to hold her ass in place, I slammed my hips into her, my cock gliding ever so smoothly through her incredible tightness. My body jerked as my rhythm started to fade, and with a loud grunt to accompany each thrust, I felt that final moment of strength before my release. Pushing my hand towards my hips as hard as I could, I noticed a tiny bit more depth of penetration as my cock swelled for a fraction of a second. Grunting and clenching our bodies together, it felt like a stream of fire shot through my shaft, spraying my seed into Risa. The blasts from my body felt endless, filling the body of the lady on top of me, and at some point I heard her cry out again. Her muscles clenched on my cock, feeling like they were pulling the cum from me. It Started with a Massage It felt like three hours later that I heard a beeping noise, and Risa stirred above me. I don't know how long we were laying motionless on the table, but now that the oil had cooled, along with my sweat, I started to feel chilly. Risa rose up on her arms, her hair cascading over both of our head, and she laughed as she swung her head to clear it out of the way. I could see tear tracks down her cheeks, and I lifted my hand to trace them. "Are you OK? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She smiled softly, shaking her head as she pushed back to a sitting position. Adjusting her hips slightly, she pushed on my soft shaft that was still inside of her. "Not hurt, no. Maybe a little, but it a good one. Making sex never feel so good. Not ever." "Yeah," I chuckled, "that was pretty damn intense for me too. I don't think I've ever cum so hard, and it felt like I shot a gallon inside of you. You were amazing." "I feel you do that. I feel the squirt in me, and it make me go again. You say cum? Yeah, you make me cum again, then I wake up. You sex me to sleep." Laughing quietly, I tried to sit up, reaching around Risa's waist to keep her in place. When she wrapped her legs around my back, I reached up between us and held her breast, making sure I didn't touch her nipple. At this point, I thought it would probably hurt to have any more stimulation. Groaning and shaking her head, Risa unwrapped her legs, and pushed away from me, looking down to see my now much smaller manhood exit her body, followed by a long trail of milky white fluid, our combined liquid no longer plugged inside of her tunnel. "Time to be done," she muttered with a scowl, "mama be here soon, alarm say so." Taking a towel from the oily table, she dried off her hands and feet, then wrapped it between her legs as she moved to the edge of the cushion. My legs were as shaky as hers were when I helped her stand, then we helped each other walk to the far side of the room to turn off the beeping noise of the alarm. When I looked at the time, I realized that there was less than ten minutes left of my allotted hour, which was kind of shocking to me. "Hey Risa, do you need a shower? I was going to take a two minute version before I get dressed, and you might want to as well." She nodded her head, and threw her towel on the table as she took my hand and walked towards the tiny bath area. Unlike the first time, we hardly touched as we cleaned up, and I was pleasantly surprised at how fast the oil was washed away. Only after Risa turned the water off did I make an attempt to touch her again. When she bent over to dry her hair, I stood behind her, pressing my limp little guy against her ass, then reached down to cup her breasts. Risa jumped a little as she stood up straight, making a face at me before she threw her towel onto the table, trying to look serious but failing miserably. "You scare me, stop." "Sorry I wasn't trying to, I thought you would like it. I sure as hell do." "Is nice, but you must go. Mama be here soon." "Yeah, yeah, I'm going. I'm sorry that I wasn't gone in a half hour like I said, I'm not sure what distracted me so much. Do you have any idea?" Risa covered her mouth as she giggled. With her eyes opened wide, she shook her head back and forth slowly, covering her nipples with two fingers each. "No idea." She stepped towards me and grabbed my package, the smile on her face growing wider. "Thank you ver much. I not been in country long, and this the best the best thing to happen here." "Well you're very welcome, Risa. I've been here my whole life, and even though I've had several girlfriends, this is probably the best sex I've ever had. Maybe it's the hormones talking, but I really like you. Wow, I can't believe I just said that." Risa smiled and turned away, and I thought I caught a glimpse of a blush across her cheeks before her hair covered her face. We each quickly dressed, and while I was tying my shoes, I watched her gather up the dirty towels and straighten up the oil bottles. When I walked towards the door, she joined me and put her hand on my chest. "Please no tell mama what we did." "Oh, don't you worry. All that happened was an amazing massage, and I feel so much better for it now. I'm guessing this isn't the normal thing for you." Her eyes went wide as she shook her head. "No, no. I massage, and some time man ask for relief. Not every man, but some I..." Instead of finishing, she made a loose fist and pumped it up and down in the air. Nodding my head, I reached out to give her a hug. This wasn't the way that a girl should have to make a living, especially a newcomer to my country, and the look on her face as she pretended to jack off a ghost showed how little she liked the activity. As much as I wanted to help in her situation, there wasn't much I could do. Even if I had a few more sessions like today, I would go broke in no time, and I was pretty sure that she still didn't get to keep all of the cash from this afternoon. Risa hugged me back tightly, and after I kissed her on top of her head, she looked up and stood on her tip-toes to kiss me on the cheek. The change in her eyes over the past hour was amazing, and when she looked at me now, I could see that even if she didn't have feelings for me, we would at least be friends if we saw each other outside of this room. Silently unlocking the door as she opened it, Risa held the door open for me to leave, and we both jumped slightly to see the old lady step into the doorway. Damn, that was a close one. She smiled and bowed slightly, looking back and forth between Risa and I as if judging the mood between us. "You enjoy massage?" "Yes ma'am, Risa was wonderful, she can work some magic with those hands. I don't think my back has felt this good in years." With a curt nod, she turned away, calling out over her shoulder. "Follow me, this way out." I saw Risa turn to clean up the room, and once the old lady couldn't see, we waved goodbye to each other. Following the old lady down the hall, I passed through the same lobby I had been in before, then she left me in the hallway to find my own way out, simply pointing down the hall in the opposite direction that I had entered from. Half a minute later I came to another door, this one unmarked, but much less conspicuous than the main street's door, since this was in the middle of a business district full of small shops. Ten minutes later I was sitting down to dinner, working my way through a simple but delicious pile of fried rice with chicken and shrimp. At first I was worried about the size of the serving, but as soon as I smelled it I realized how hungry I was. That workout with Risa had given me a hell of an appetite, and unsurprisingly, she was all that I could think about while I ate. Honestly, all through dinner, plus the bus ride home, she was almost all that I could think about. Her strong resemblance to Alyssa had me thinking about my coworker as well, in ways that a guy like me really shouldn't think about business associates. Even though it wasn't very late, as soon as I got home, I immediately got my stuff ready for work, then tended to a couple of regular household chores. With the rest of the night now open to me, I poured a large glass of whiskey and retired to the bedroom to use the computer. My regular routine of websites to check, mostly news and forums, didn't hold much of an appeal at the moment, so I sat back and stared at the screen as I took a sip from my glass. "What the hell," I said to the empty room, "no one is here, and a man has needs, so why not?" Now with a purpose in mind, I got up and stripped my clothes off, sitting back down to open my favorite porn website. The normal videos I like didn't do anything for me, but then I admitted to myself what I was looking for. When my search came back with the video thumbnails for Asian massage girls, I chuckled as I took another drink. Before the video had loaded, I was already hard. "Now that's what I'm talking about..." ( .)(. ) Alyssa walked into my cube and sat on my desk, jolting me out of a mild trance that I had been in while staring at my email. I turned to look at her and she laughed slightly, resting her hands on the desk by her legs, leaning forward slightly as she stared at my face. "So you seem like you're in a better mood this morning." "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I sure as hell didn't want to come in this morning, that's for damn sure." "Oh wow, that good of a night?" Alyssa asked, her face lightening up as she smiled broadly, "Did you take my advice then? I had a late night myself, and it's only my coffee that's keeping me mobile right now." "Now that I think about it, I think I actually did do everything you told me to. Thanks for that, I needed the encouragement you gave me." "I'm so glad that I could help. Our whole team has seen you on those days when you aren't yourself, and trust me, we don't enjoy it any more than you do. Anyhow, it's good to see that you're over yesterday, and I'll see you in that meeting in about ten minutes, right?" As I nodded my head and started to turn away, Alyssa hopped down off my desk, and in the process accidentally bumped my coffee cup, making a large splash of dark black liquid cover half of my desk. We both cursed and I jumped up to reach for the stack of napkins on my bookshelf, throwing them on the spreading spill. Before it could damage anything, we had stopped the spread of the hot liquid, but Alyssa wasn't done. She picked up my water bottle and poured some of that onto my desk as well, then used a handful of napkins to erase the dark tint my desk now had. Only when I stood in front of my computer again did I see what she was doing. Once again, Alyssa had somehow let two buttons of her blouse come undone, and I again had a clear view down her blouse. She had on a much smaller bra this time, the cut of it clearly showing the edges of both nipples, and with her quick arm movements, and was mesmerized at how her breasts were bouncing inside that horrid restraining device that women insist on wearing. She stayed bent over slightly as she checked her work, and I held my coffee cup in front of my crotch to help cover the evidence of me checking her out. "Sorry about making a mess. I'm running on so little sleep, I'm super clumsy today," she said, then chuckled softly, making me smile as her breasts bounced again, "and this is one hell of a way to start off the day, wouldn't you say?" "It's not a problem," I replied, sitting down now that Alyssa had stood up and taken away another chance of a peek, and I caught her glance at the coffee cup still covering my crotch "one way or another, some coffee is good for a boost in the heart rate, right?" Alyssa threw the wads of soaked towels into the trash can, her back to me, but from the small portion of her face that was visible, I'm sure she was blushing at this point. Without facing me again, she walked away, saying "I'll see you in a few minutes at the all-hands meeting," over her shoulder. With the memories of Risa fresh in my mind, I actually mentally cursed Alyssa for her little display. I could still feel Risa's firm breasts in my hands, and the view of my friend had me thinking that they were probably the exact same size. Growling under my breath, I turned back to my computer and stared at my email, trying to read the latest company newsletter to distract myself from beautiful women. Once my mind was back on the work I had to get done, I made a point of ignoring the tightness of my pants, and when I walked down the hall towards the meeting room, I distracted myself for a moment while detouring to the coffee pot to oddly thank myself for pushing work stuff to the front of the line of things my brain needed to process. I took my seat and chatted with some other coworkers for a few minutes, and I didn't even notice that Alyssa had arrived until the meeting was started. One boring hour later, but feeling like six, I could feel my eyes getting grainy, and my coffee was long gone. The only bright side to this meeting was that it was getting me closer to the weekend, but that wasn't enough to get excited over, knowing that there was still an hour left in his stuffy room. I tried thinking about Risa, then about Alyssa, but at the moment, my brain wasn't cooperating; it kept telling me that most of what I was feeling was simply imaginary, and the excitement with Risa was only because of the newness of everything. Even though I knew it might get me in trouble, I slid my legs further under the table and pulled out my cellphone. Using only touch, I made sure it was muted, then unlocked it. With only a few glances to make sure my thumb was in the right place, I typed up a text to a friend of mine in IT. Once it sent, I leaned forward on the table and tried to look like I was paying attention. As if on cue, two minutes later, the door to the meeting room opened, and my friend Carl stuck his head through the door. He pointed directly at me and waved his finger, indicating that I needed to come with him. "Excuse me, is there something I should know about?" My manager asked from the front of the room. "I'm sorry to interrupt," Carl said firmly as he stepped in to the room, "but if you can spare him, I need Nate for a little bit to continue working on that customer invoice issue he handled yesterday. It shouldn't take long." "Very well. Nate, go right ahead. We have important HR data to discuss, so please don't dally." I nodded my head, trying not to laugh at the word 'dally'. Really, who uses that anymore? With a straight face, I walked purposefully out the door, following Carl down the hallway. "What was that all about man?" "Thanks for saving me, Carl. You know how boring these meetings are, and everything they have to say was in yesterday's HR email. I just needed to get the hell out of there." "No problem. Believe it or not, I do have work to do, so unless you want to help me move server racks, I'll see you later. I'm kind of on a time crunch here." I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Thanks, that sounds fun, but I think I'll hide in the break room and stick my head under the coffee pot." We went our separate directions, and true to my word, I went straight for the break room. With most of the inhabitants of my floor in the staff meeting, this was one place that I was sure to not see anyone that I knew. Getting busted for skipping a big meeting like that was something managers didn't look too highly on. With a fresh cup of coffee in hand, I leaned on the wall and took out my cellphone to kill some time surfing the web. That only lasted about two minutes before I heard someone walk up to my hiding spot behind the vending machine. "Hey Nate, why are you hiding?" I jerked before I realized that I knew that voice, and I stepped out smiling sheepishly to see Alyssa standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips. "I'm not hiding, I'm just taking a break." "That's not what I heard you and Carl talking about in the hallway." "What? Were you spying on us? Wait a second, how did you get out of that meeting?" "Oh that was easy. Everyone was focused on the slide presentation, and I was standing by the door, so before it closed behind you, I just walked out. Pretty sure nobody noticed. Don't make this about me, why are you hiding?" "Sorry, I kind of had a late night. I went out and got some exercise, had a massage, a hot shower, and a few drinks. Like I said, I didn't want to come in this morning." Alyssa looked around the room, then took a few steps closer to me as a sly smile started to form. "I'm actually glad I followed you out here. There's a few things I wanted to ask that I didn't want anyone overhearing." My curiosity piqued, I put my cellphone away and sat down at one of the tables. The part about nobody overhearing was the odd part since I couldn't see how she would ask anything that wasn't work related. "Sure, anything you want. What's up?" Her hands clasped together, she walked in a small circle as she looked around the room again, then sat down on the edge of the table by me. "So... This is really weird for me, but I have a small family get-together tonight, I was wondering if you wanted to go." "To a family thing? Ummm... Sure, I guess. No, not 'I guess', yes I would like to. But why a family thing?" "I'll get to that in a second, but thank you for accepting. This part is even weirder, so bear with me. All my life, I've been rightly accused of being too shy." "I can see that," I started to say, but Alyssa held up her hand to stop me. "Not only shy, but my attempts to show my emotions or thoughts have been even more subtle. Look, what I'm trying to say is that I've been trying for months, at least in my mind, to flirt with you. It wasn't until yesterday that you even noticed me as a woman, much less enjoyed looking at me." "Now Alyssa, don't..." I stopped when she held up her hand again, but I grabbed her wrist and moved her hand to the table. "No, I can't let that slide. You are one hundred percent wrong on that point. No, I may not have noticed you flirting in the past few months, but I have absolutely noticed you, and I have ever since you started working here. I like you a lot as a coworker, and as much as I'd like to know you more, maybe you've heard of this tiny little thing that HR brings up occasionally. It's called sexual harassment. When most people think someone is worth dating, they almost never do it in the office. One little mistake can not only get them fired, but end up facing a lawsuit or prison. I like you, I respect you, I love your attitude that you keep hidden so well, and I think you have an awesome work ethic. As much as I would like to know you more, I can't bring myself to hit on a friend and coworker. Saying the wrong thing can make the work life hell after a mistake." "Oh, I'm sorry," Alyssa whispered when I paused to take a breath, "I never thought of it that way." "Moving right along," I continued, "you're also wrong that I haven't noticed you as a woman, apart from you being a coworker. I sure as hell have. You're a beautiful woman, and I'd have to be blind to not notice you. Apparently my eyes have ninja skills that avoid detection. Well, most of the time at least. And wait a second. Yesterday... So you admit that you were being a show-off on purpose? And then this morning as well?" Alyssa's cheeks turned a bit pink as she looked away, and I could see a vein in her neck start throbbing. When she unlaced her fingers, I could see the white marks on her hands where she had been squeezing so tightly, and her hands shook as she stood up straight. Closing her eyes and turning to face me, her red cheeks turned pink as her neck colored as well. Alyssa lifted her hands to her blouse and unbuttoned two buttons, then she took a step to the side and held onto the table. "Every time I'm told that I am too subtle in my flirting, I get angry about it. Not with the person that said it, but with myself. If I do too much, I feel like I'm acting like a nasty whore. Like I'm throwing myself at someone, saying horribly dirty things, and acting like a lewd high school boy. I'm sorry if I upset or bothered you, Nate. Yes I was flirting, and the things I did bothered me. But today I have a better understanding for what I'm doing. Don't hate me, help me." With her hip against the table, Alyssa bent over slightly, adjusting her blouse so as much billowed out as possible. She unfastened another button as she leaned towards me, then rested both of her hands on my shoulders as her forehead pressed into mine. I started to feel like I was going to hyperventilate, and I surely couldn't wrap my head around what was going on right now. My brain finally put two and two together, and as I stared at her half opened blouse, I did the only thing I thought was appropriate at the time. It Started with a Massage I kissed her. Softly at first, just our lips brushing. My heart racing, I licked my lips and kissed her again, capturing her lower lip between mine, holding it there for a second until I heard her whine in pleasure. I whispered her name before turning my head slightly and pressing into her mouth again, my tongue feeling her lips parting to allow me inside. Alyssa pressed into me with a moan, her tongue dancing across mine, and I could taste her chocolate coffee creamer, and it made me want her more. I noticed the pressure on my shoulder lessen, then her hand was gone. I reached out to find it, holding her hand for a moment before she twisted my hand around in hers, holding my wrist as she pointed my palm to the ceiling. Paying scant attention to it, I gave her control of my limb as I focused on kissing her. Tasting her, smelling her perfume and shampoo, lost in the pleasure of touching her so intimately. She broke away from the kiss, resting her cheek on mine as she whispered into my ear. "I thought that if you liked looking so much, maybe you wanted to touch too." Before I could wonder out loud what she was talking about, my brain too clouded by our kiss, I felt my hand move forward, and the silk of her blouse brushed across the sides of my hand. My brain jolted as I thought of what it might mean, then my fingers touched her chest. She moved my hand to the side, and my fingertips found the stitched design on her bra that I had been looking at so recently, then my palm fully cupped her breast. In shock at this development, I almost jerked my hand away, but her firm grip on my wrist held me in place. Alyssa pulled her head back, and I could see the lust in her eyes from two inches away. She rested her weight on my forehead as her other land left my shoulder, and I felt her hand cover mine for a moment, making me squeeze her breast. Her body trembled for a moment, and I looked down to see she was pushing her bra strap over her shoulder. The thin fabric between my hand and her breast pulled away, and I was now looking at myself holding her bare breast. "You're a strong man," she whispered, "and if you don't want to do this, you would have made it stop, right? Please tell me I'm not forcing you to do something you don't want." It took me a moment to be able to speak, and there was still a tremble in my voice when I did. "The only thing I want is more. Shut up and kiss me." She half laughed and half choked back a sob, and I could even see her eyes moisten for a fraction of a second before she closed them. After a gentle squeeze of her breast, my other hand came up behind her head and held her in place while I angled up to meet her lips again. Ten seconds, or maybe ten minutes later, I don't know which, I felt her hand slide down my body and land in my crotch. I didn't know until she grabbed me that my cock was achingly hard, and I grunted when she latched her fingers onto my shaft. I had a minor moment of panic when I realized I could feel the rest of my body again, and it took everything that I had to push her away from me. "Give me a second... Holy shit, I need..." Alyssa pulled away from me and turned around, sitting on the other side of the table from me. She crossed her arms on the table and dropped her head onto them, crying softly. My head was slightly spinning when I tried to stand up, so I left my hand on the table to help keep my body upright as I took the two steps to stand beside her. "Alyssa, why are you crying? I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" "No, it's me," she said softly a moment later, "I went too far and made you mad. Please don't hate me, Nate. I won't do it again, I'm so sorry for being pushy." Shit. I made her think I wasn't interested, despite what I said. "No, I'm not mad. I'm the opposite of mad, and then some. Look Alyssa, I needed to stop just for a minute. Trust me, it wasn't because I didn't like what we were doing. I loved it, but if we didn't stop right then, I was going to make a very embarrassing mess in my pants." I could have sworn that her crying instantly turned into a laugh, so I smiled and walked around her, pulling the chair next to her closer so I could sit. I put a hand on her thigh and on her back, then bent over to kiss her on the back of the neck. "By kissing me like that, you pretty much made my brain implode, Alyssa. Then when you put my hand inside your shirt and grabbed my crotch, you almost made something else explode. To put it crudely, it wouldn't have taken much longer for me to cum in your hand, and that's not what I would call a sexy finish to our first kiss." Now I know she was laughing. Damn it. I felt like a fool saying that, but it had to be said. Her shoulders started shaking, and a few seconds later, she turned her head away as she lifted her arms up to rest her elbows on the table. I took a quick look around to make sure we were still alone, then glanced back to see Alyssa wiping her eyes. They were red and puffy when she turned to me, a half smile playing across her lips. "You're sure you're not mad?" Shaking my head slowly, I got down on one knee by her side. "I'm flattered that you would do all of this for me. And no, oh hell no, I'm not mad. I may be confused and still in shock, but absolutely not mad." She took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling as she smiled, drying her hands on her skirt, and I noticed that she hadn't tried to fix her blouse yet. I pulled out one side of it to get a better close-up view of her bra, then looked up to see her smiling and watching me. "So was it a turn-on for you to tease me like that in my cube? To open your shirt slightly to show off your boobs, knowing that I would be looking?" "I didn't know that you would look, but I was hoping you would. And yeah, it seemed so incredibly dirty and fun to do that in the office. It was exciting when I saw you looking at me, and when you got hard just by looking, it was very hard not to show you more." "Well if we both liked it, plus the fact that you wanted me to see more," I said with a grin, "then I have an idea." Moving slowly and deliberately so she could stop me at any time, I reached over to unbutton the rest of her blouse. I smiled to see that her bra was latched from the front, and reached for it while looking up to see that Alyssa's smile matched mine. A moment later it was unhooked and I pushed it to the side, staring at her as she sat almost topless in front of me. A quick glance told me that my previous question about whether or not her breasts were affected by gravity told me they were, but I though that the slight sag made them even better to look at as it gave them a more natural appearance. Resting my hands on her sides as I stared, I glanced behind her to make sure we were still alone, then bent over her lap to kiss her stomach. Moving up and across her body in a zig-zag pattern, I kissed my way up to her breasts, but didn't touch them with my lips as I made my way to her face. After a quick kiss on her lips, I made my way back down. As I kissed and licked her breasts, and all around her nipples without touching them, I saw Alyssa biting her lip as she breathed heavily, then all of a sudden she grabbed me by the back of my head and yanked me in, forcing her nipple onto my mouth. Happily sucking it between my lips, I nibbled on her firm bud as I reached up to fondle her other breast and pinch that nipple. Her moans were getting louder, and I was determined to get her even more turned on. Moving slightly so my mouth could enjoy her other breast, I reached down for her knee. Sliding my hand up her thigh, I was pleased to feel her quickly spread her legs apart for me. With the slightest of touches on her inner thighs, I stopped when I felt her panties, but it was her heat that I felt first. Even from a few inches away, I could feel her humid center getting closer. With a last flick of my tongue across her nipple, I pulled away from her chest to stare into her eyes. "I never thought I would see this sight," I whispered, looking up and down her partially exposed body, "you look so damn sexy right now, Alyssa. But there's one more look I want to see on your face." Sliding my middle finger down the line where her panties met her skin, I stopped after a few inches and moved to her center. As soon as I touched her clit, her eyes went wide and her body shook. Moving lower, I massaged her engorged lips through her wet panties as I listened to her breathing become ragged. Leaning closer to her, I kissed Alyssa on her neck. "This is why I had to stop us a few minutes ago," I whispered as I gently touched her clit, smiling as I saw her shoulders start to twitch, "I was this close to cumming when you grabbed me." "Please don't stop," she whispered haltingly, "please, more." Not wanting to disappoint her, I pressed harder with my finger as I started to rotate it on her clit. Leaning into her body, I could feel her exposed bare breast press into my chest as I kissed her. Our mouths joined and Alyssa's tongue darted into my mouth as we helped each other breathe for a moment. Her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tight just as her thighs clamped around my arm, but with enough pressure, I could still move my fingers. Dancing over her clit, I felt her body shaking as she yelled out into my mouth. Her hips and thighs were twitching erratically into my hand, and her head fell away from mine, only to land on my neck as she kept me locked in her tight embrace. As her body started to relax, Alyssa's heavy breathing started to return to normal, but she didn't completely let go of me. Once I could move my arm again, the first thing I did was to suck my fingers clean, which made her laugh. "What? Did I do something wrong?" "Why would you taste your fingers?" She asked with a giggle. "Why would I what? Are you kidding me? I want to taste you more than this. This was just a tease. If we had more room and privacy here, I would make you cum with my tongue instead of my fingers." Gasping, Alyssa pulled away from me. "What? You would do that for me? I didn't think that most men liked to do that kind of thing. You do?" Smiling widely, I nodded, then froze, my smile fading quickly. I jerked my head to the side, then looked at the clock on the wall before reaching for Alyssa's bra. "I could have sworn I heard somebody. That meeting could be over, and we need to disappear." She took her bra halves from me and fastened it, then buttoned her blouse while I stood behind her to provide cover in case someone came into the room. As soon as she looked mostly presentable, while she fixed her hair I walked to the end of the room and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. I could hear voices coming from the direction of the conference room, so I hissed at Alyssa and waved at her. "Come on, hurry up. People are coming. Follow me." Walking quickly but not running, I went around the corner and ducked into the nearest stairwell, holding the door open for Alyssa. She looked the same as she had at any other time, except when she was being a flirty showoff, and it gave me a secret thrill to have seen this other side of her. Now that both of us were acting like nothing had happened, it almost seemed like the episode in the break room was nothing but a wonderfully crazy dream. Except, of course, for the taste of her still on my lips. We went down one flight of stairs in silence, and I stopped her at the door. With a smile, I beckoned her to me with my finger, kissing her softly on the lips and gathering her into my arms, holding her tightly as I smelled her hair. "I can't believe all of this just happened, can you?" I whispered. "Not really, but I'm glad it did, I've wanted it for a long time." "I've wanted you too, but I was too afraid of losing a friend and getting fired." Alyssa buried her head in my shoulder and laughed quietly. "I had an advantage over you though." "What do you mean? What kind of advantage?" "I can't say just yet, Nate. But let me tell you one thing, I still owe you for what you did to me back there." Smiling widely, lifted her chin so I could see her returning my smile. Dropping my hand to her breast, I kissed her again and shook my head. "I enjoyed the hell out of that as well, I think we're even." Taking a half step away from me, Alyssa lifted my other hand to her breast and sighed, looking at the door over my shoulder. "Is it just me, or does going back to work today seem like a waste of time? I can't see myself being able to pay attention to anything for a few more hours before quitting time." "You know, even though I don't know why I'm going, I do have a party to get ready for," I said, "maybe I should take off early today as well. Why don't we go freshen up in the restrooms on this floor, then take separate elevators back up. Within a half hour we could both be out of here for an early start to the weekend." "It's a deal. But first, how often have you seen people using these stairs?" "Like never. Why?" "It never crossed my mind to be all dirty at work, but you let me find out how sexy it was. Why don't you open my blouse and bra again and play with my boobs right now? I want to feel you touching my skin again." I narrowed my eyes and thought about it, but not for long. Apparently all rational thought was somehow missing from my thought process right now, and two seconds later I was seeing a widening expanse of her bare skin showing as I worked my way through her buttons. When I opened the last few, Alyssa was helping me by opening her bra. After greeting each breast with a quick kiss, I stared at her body while I touched her. "It's not really fair, you know," Alyssa whispered, "you've got to see and touch me a few times, but the closest I've gotten to your cock is grabbing it through your pants for like two seconds. What if I want to play too?" My reply got caught in my throat, and now that it was my turn to be exposed in a public place, I was suddenly scared of letting it happen. I don't know why I thought it was fine for her to be exposed but not me, but I found I didn't have much chance of refusing her. While my fingers were stroking her nipples, Alyssa was already unzipping my pants. My half-hardness was greeted by her small hands, and I was slightly shocked at how cool they were when she reached in and pushed through the waistband of my boxers. After some awkward angling pulling of clothes, I looked down to see that my cock had achieved it's full stature, and it looked surprisingly larger when held by her smaller hands. For a moment I had a flash-back of seeing it in Risa's hands the night before, but this was much more intense. She was lust and excitement, and a spur-of-the-moment thing, but this was Alyssa. Risa was a stand-in, but this was the real thing. Alyssa reached back into my clothes and managed to get my balls out in the open also, and with one hand on each main facet of my manhood, the physical feeling was just as intense as the mental one. "Don't take this the wrong way," Alyssa muttered as she stroked my shaft, "but you may take some getting used to." "You don't like it?" I asked, now somewhat worried. Like most men, my psyche is easily damaged when my package doesn't live up to what the lady wants. Yeah us guys can be fragile too. Even if it wasn't physically evident, it sure felt like my little guy was shrinking as I started to worry. "Oh, I like, Nate. I do like. Even though you do need to fuck me with that later, it might not be all you're expecting right away. I'm kind of a little girl, in case you didn't notice. Ooohhh, I think I just felt him jump in my hand. Does that idea turn you on?" "Maybe a little," I responded, thinking again of Risa and her struggles to take all of me. Not wanting talk, I leaned down to kiss Alyssa again, absolutely thrilled with the knowledge that our hands were all over each other. She pulled away and put both hands on my shaft, winking at me as she took a small step back. "So I heard that some guys like a certain look on a woman. I wonder if you're one of them." "What look?" I asked, not having any idea what she had in mind. Biting her lip, she looked down at my purple head emerging from her fist. "Our heights are all wrong, so I right now I can't put this guy between my boobs, but this view is supposedly more popular." Keeping eye contact with me, she sank to her knees and pressed her lips against the end of my cock, gripping my balls in one hand to keep me from moving anywhere. I stared at her red lips pressing into my sensitive skin, feeling her softness and as she smiled up at me. Around either side of my shaft, I could still see her breasts, but that view disappeared as she brought both hands to hold me against her mouth. "Or maybe this one?" Alyssa asked as she lifted my shaft, then sank lower to the ground and opened her mouth before resting my shaft across her open lips, propped up by her nose. "Dammit Alyssa, that's just insanely mean," I gasped, watching in disbelief as she stuck out her tongue, maneuvering her head so my cock was a centimeter from entering her mouth, her tongue fully contacting the underside of my cockhead. "Why is it mean?" She asked before kissing all over my throbbing flesh, "Does it make you want to cum?" "Well duh." "What if that's the point? Didn't I tell you that I owed you one?" Before I could reply, I watched in fascination as she moved forward slowly, taking half of me inside of her mouth. Even though her mouth was wrapped around me, I could swear that she was still smiling as she did it. I started breathing heavier as she kept going, and when she kept stroking, I could feel my finish approaching quickly. "Alyssa... Almost... there... You might wanna move." She backed away with a wet popping noise, and smiled up at me. "What, and make a mess? This is in advance of you making me cum with your mouth. I want to make you feel good." Instantly taking over half of my cock into her mouth, she took my breath away, preventing me from answering even if I wanted to. She sucked harder, working me deeper into her magical mouth, stroking quickly as she moaned her pleasure, sending vibrations through me that seemed to be calling for my cum. Unable to stand properly, I leaned back against the door, blindly reaching out for her. My hand made contact with her head, and I held her loosely as her head bobbed up and down on me, and it made everything feel even better than before. A raspy huffing noise reached my ears at the same time a sticky wet noise got louder, and it took me a moment to realize it was my heavy breathing that was just as loud as Alyssa's smacking noises through her saliva on my cock. I felt my hips start to shake and I whispered loudly something I couldn't understand, then I clamped my mouth shut as I started to grunt. She stopped moving just as I felt myself start to cum, the muscles in my stomach, chest, and thighs all clenching as I shot my seed into her waiting mouth. Barely noticing that Alyssa had pulled away, I leaned heavily on the door, spreading my feet for balance. With nothing touching my cock, it felt lonely, so I stroked myself gently as the erection faded, watching Alyssa turning away from the middle of the stair railing. She wiped her lips and stood next to me, bending over and taking me into her mouth again, now able to take all of me at once. Seeing my chance to take advantage of the situation, I smiled as I reached below her open blouse to reach her breast, squeezing it gently as I heard her swallowing, feeling the vacuum pressure every time she did. With one last long suck, she pulled away and stood up, wiping her mouth as she smiled at me. "Probably a good idea if you don't go to the bottom of the stairs anytime soon," she whispered with a smile, "I'm not a fan of swallowing the day after a man's been drinking. Whiskey cum isn't very good. I hope you don't mind this time."