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The Salon Ch. 01

By: rjhm



Claire stared out over the sparkling blue water of the bay, closed her mouth and tried to look less shocked. She tried to get her head around what Bec had just said. Across from her, Bec was grinning.

"Claire, this is 2012. Orgasms are mainstream now."

She flinched just a little. Not because she was conservative, but in part because the word did seem a little foreign these days and in part because the outdoor area of the restaurant was doing a brisk lunchtime trade. Still, what Bec described had stirred undoubted curiosity in her.

"Let me ask you," Bec said in quieter tones, "when did you last reach an orgasm with a partner?"

The question, they both knew, was a rhetorical one. It was also embarrassing when you had to measure time in terms of seasons.

Bec went on. "How about the last time you lit some candles, did some deep breathing and really relaxed into some 'special' you time?"

Claire thought about it. She'd been away at conference two months ago and she'd stayed a few extra days. That had been so lovely; reading, relaxing, and a little 'me time'.

"So apart from the occasional fumble before bed, it's been months since you had a proper, fulfilling orgasm?" At least Bec had the decency to look sympathetic. She slid a business card across the table.

"Promise me you'll at least look into it."

Nodding, Claire looked at the card. The Salon...

*****

Claire cautiously entered the reception area and marvelled at the view through the floor to ceiling windows. She was eighteen floors up in a space that looked like just about every anonymous office space she'd ever entered. She announced herself to the receptionist, who smiled politely.

"Take a seat Claire, one of our consultants will be with you in a moment." 

She began to wonder if she had heard her friend correctly, and if this really was the kind of place she thought it was. It all looked so clean, so professional, so... normal. She had only flicked through a few pages of a magazine when a pretty girl dressed in business attire ushered her into an office. Sitting down in the chair proffered, she took in the unassuming room and the casual ease of the woman seated with her legs neatly crossed before her. She introduced herself.

"My name is Rachel, welcome to the Salon. I'm here to take you through the introduction to our business, answer any questions you have and get you started on your journey. Whatever you might have heard or may think about what we do here, let me assure you, this is a professional organisation committed to the highest levels of customer service."

Again Claire wondered if she was in the right place, or if she was being asked to invest in something. But she nodded and let Rachel continue.

"Consider us a day spa that is more intimate in nature. Our mission statement is fairly simple. We assist our clients to feel good. To start, we gather as much information about you as we can. From there we tailor our services so that you can get the most out of each experience. Does that seem ok?"

Claire nodded. Rachel began to ask questions and took notes as the interview progressed. It started like any other application process she'd ever done. Name, address, profession. Generic questions about life-style, allergies and the like. But the questions became steadily more explicit and intriguing. How many times a week would you reach a climax? Alone, with another... or others? Have you been able to achieve multiple climaxes? Do you actively use fantasy while masturbating? Have you found your G-spot? Do you enjoy anal sex?

When the questions had finished, Rachel put down her pad.

"Right. The only section left now is the practical component."

"The... the what?"

"The practical component. We need to know what makes you tick. In doing so we are far better placed to, pardon the expression, get you off."

Claire was speechless. She had not expected this at all. Rachel was silent for a moment. Part of her was on the verge of standing up and leaving, but she realised this was obviously a moment of truth in this process. If she chose to leave now, there were fewer implications either for herself or for Rachel. She remained where she was. 

Rachel continued. "There are four ways we can go about this. Option one is you masturbate here for me today, in one of our service lounges. It doesn't have to result in an orgasm, although it helps."

Claire realised again that her mouth was hanging open. She had a strange moment of imagining herself with a look of comic, cartoon shock.

"It's ok," said Rachel with a reassuring smile. "I understand that this can come as a shock, but let me reassure you the benefits will become apparent."

Claire could only nod.

"There are other options. Option two is we set up a digital camera here in one of our lounges, and you can masturbate in front of that. This gives you a little more privacy. Option three," Rachel continued, "is you can take a camera home with you, and bring back the results when you're ready. You can take as long as you need with this option, though we do need the camera back at some stage" she said with a laugh. "The fourth option is that your first session with an attendant is the practical investigation. We don't recommend that option, because though it can be loads of fun, it's not nearly as fun as getting it right first time!"

Claire could hear her pulse in her ears. Her cheeks were flushed, but that was only partly due to the scenarios being described, and partly because of the images that were flashing across her mind. After a moment or two, she made her mind.

"I think I'd like to take the camera home."

Rachel leaned closer and smiled.

"That's what I chose too."

*****

Almost a week went by and Claire went about her normal routine; getting up, going to work, working too hard and too long. She glanced at the case that the camera had come in a few times, but immediately felt embarrassed at her thoughts and busied herself with other things. 

Finally, Friday night came. In a rare occurrence, she logged off her computer in the middle of the afternoon and caught up with a few friends for a glass of wine or two. By 8:30 she was home and happy. She thought about what Bec had said about taking some serious 'her' time. 

"I think about it as taking advantage of myself," Bec had said which made her laugh. "Some good wine, maybe a movie, then I yawn and try to cop a feel!"

She smiled as she opened a bottle of red, poured a generous glass and went to run a bath and light some candles. Soon she was neck deep in hot, aromatic bath water, listening to some soothing music and sipping red wine. As the stresses of the week began to dissolve into the warmth and steam of the bathroom, Claire idly let her fingers begin to caress her skin. The water had some delicious oils in it, and her hands slid smoothly over her body. She stroked the tops of her thighs, the sides of her tummy and the nape of her neck. She felt suddenly as though water had become hotter, too hot and she decided to climb out and rinse off. She let the water run cool, feeling every cell come alive. She gasped as her nipples puckered to hardness under the cold stream. Reaching up, she pinched them both, and a soft exhalation escaped her lips.

She knew instinctively that this was going to be an interesting night. She towelled off, and unhurriedly moved the candles from the bathroom to the bedroom. She drained her glass, and with a quickening breath, set about arranging the camera at the foot of her bed. When it was in position, she paused and then turned the view find window around to face the bed, and lay back. 

Claire watched herself on the screen of the camera. Enjoying the candle light play across her skin, she could already feel how turned on she was. Laying there and watching herself on the camera's little screen conjured all sorts of delicious fantasies. Her hands gently but insistently kneaded her breasts, and she rolled her nipples between her fingers. With a groan Claire closed her eyes, imagining faceless people in a darkened room, watching her.

There are men and women standing in a darkened room. They are assessing and observing her for some unknown purpose or project. They are impassive and neutral; focused on the screen, watching her fingertips glide down her body until they trace her wet labia. They are wearing dark suits and jackets, and as they watch her they begin to grow aroused, though none of them says a word. 

As her middle finger gently parted her soft, full lips for the first time, she felt with a thrill how wet she was. 

On impulse, she brought her finger to her tongue; something she would never normally do. She tasted herself, and imagined her faceless audience becoming more aroused as they wondered what she tasted like. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

In her head, the faceless watchers are struggling to remain neutral as they watch her on the screen. They begin to touch themselves, trying to not to be obvious, and struggling with the desire that growing in each of them. She imagines thick hard cocks straining inside tailored pants and pussy lips becoming moist and slippery. One of the women has slipped her hand under her skirt. As her fingers glide across the hard rock of her clitoris, her watchers fail to supress their silence. She hears their moans as they all abandon restraint, exposing themselves so they can better touch themselves. 

She lifted her leg, displaying her pussy to the camera, and penetrated herself deeply, letting her little finger dance over the opening of her ass. The naughtiness of it sent a thrill through her body.

Her middle finger thrusts into her pussy, and her audience wills her on. They need her to climax in order to be allowed to release their own pleasure. She hears the desperation in their moans. She holds them there.

Her clitoris was throbbing, the walls of her vagina squeezing her slippery finger, and her orgasm close. She slipped a second finger into her dripping pussy as her little finger dipped into her ass. Claire came harder than she had in a very long time. Her pussy spasmed as the climax rocketed through her arching body. She was vaguely aware of the sound of her voice, crying out in pleasure. 

In the darkened room in her head, her watchers are all coming. With shuddering moans, they ride their fingers and shoot great gobs of hot come over the television screen. 

She lay on the twisted sheets, panting. The afterglow of her orgasm flowed through her, warm and delicious. After a time, she sat up.

"Hope that helped," she said with a sheepish but satisfied smile as she pressed the stop button. Sliding back on to the bed, she was asleep as her head hit the pillow.

*****

"It did help. A lot," said Rachel. "Matt has been selected for you, he will be along in a moment to introduce himself and take you through for your first session. Welcome aboard!"

The Salon Ch. 01



This is a fictitious story of a young man's first and later visits to a hairdressing salon. 

Any sexual activity occurs when all protagonists are aged 18 or over. 

This is a slow build up story, so for those who desire more prompt gratification I would recommend Chapter 2 which will be submitted shortly.

Regards Steve

*****

Jeremy an only child, lived in small English market town with his parents. Up until the age of sixteen he accompanied his father to the barbers. The establishment was run by an elderly Greek man called George who reeked of strong cigarettes and had at least four days growth of stubble on his chin. 

At sixteen Jeremy entered his school's Sixth Form and obtained a Saturday job in a local supermarket. This provided him for the first time, a degree of financial independence from his parents which allowed him to seek out somewhere else to have his hair cut. It may have been an inadvertently overheard a comment or just his view that his new classmates had hairstyles which seemed cool and trendy which led him to this. As he looked at his hair in the mirror, no shape, no style not remotely in touching distance of the latest fashion he decided to visit The Salon. 

The Salon was a permanent fixture in the town. Opened just after the war by Marco, an ex Italian POW, it was now managed by his grandson Nico.

Jeremy knew he didn't have to book appointment so one Thursday afternoon after double maths he visited The Salon for the first time. 

He was greeted by Nico who rather disdainfully looked him up and down, 'cut is it sir?'

He nodded, but what immediately struck Jeremy was the absence of tobacco and petrol smells. The smell of petrol courtesy of the car parts which George left at the rear of his shop. The unfamiliar smells of The Salon included perfume, hairspray and talcum powder. 

'Take a seat.'

A few moments later a surly looking girl aged about nineteen with dyed red hair sauntered over to him. Jeremy's eyes narrowed as he vaguely recognised her from school although she was in her final year when he was in his first year. 

'What can I do for you?' She asked in between chews of her gum.

Jeremy had conducted research on the type of cut and style he wanted to the extent he had cut out a few pictures of a well known trendy young actor. Whilst he didn't want to mimic the actors exact cut, something near would suffice.

'Well,' he stumbled, 'something like this...' as he pulled out a magazine cutting from his pocket, 'you know so, I'd...don't look such a geek.'

She smiled to herself as she thought it would require more than a haircut to prevent this. 'Okay, I'll see what I can do, but no promises.'

Jeremy did not hold out much hope as she started off spraying water into his hair, not even apologising when a jet went directly into his left eye. As he blinked, he pictured her shaving all his hair off, or cutting it really short with tramlines in all the wrong places. 

As she busied herself away he looked ahead in the mirror. Later he felt himself blush as she leant in to make sure her cuts were straight. This was an unexpected bonus, a true virgin, Jeremy had never been as close to a girl and could smell her perfume as her face was only inches away from his. Taking in a deep breath as he hoped he would not get an erection. Even if her cut was as bad as he thought it would be, having a woman cut his hair was so much better than smelly old George. 

He was too shy to attempt conversation, but felt rather left out as the other customers in The Salon seemed to all be chatting to their stylists. Apart from his natural shyness, she was so much older and consequently mature so he felt intimidated by her. If he was too shy to say anything to girls his own age at school what hope was there of him saying anything to her?

'Hmm,' Donna said to herself a few times as she cut the young mans hair. As she snipped away she wondered who on earth was the culprit who had cut his hair so badly and was rather amused that he had presented her with some clippings and a request to look just like the young actor who she had a secret crush on. 

Jeremy tried not to catch her eye but when he did in the mirror a few times felt himself turn scarlet. During the cut he tried to see what she was doing but she worked very quickly in sharp contrast to her surly initial manner.

'Right that's you done then,' as she removed the drape, brushing a few stray hairs away.

Jeremy blinked as he could not believe how different he looked, 'wow,' was all he said, 'that's amazing I look really...' he reigned in his potential complementary adjectives, 'thanks.'

Donna smiled to herself she was not used to such compliments and without that horrible hair-style her customer was indeed quite handsome, something she did not notice when she first saw him.

'So...,' she said, 'student?'

He nodded.

'£7.00 then.'

Jeremy handed over £10.00 note.

When Donna made to give him his change, 'no, no keep it, you've done a really fantastic job.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

She smiled again, not to herself but to her new favourite customer, 'thank you, I'm not used to such compliments.'

'You should be, that's the best haircut I've ever had.'

'That's very sweet of you, I'll see you again then?'

'Yes definitely.'

Donna was left surprised and wished all her customers were like that not just with the generous tip but with the genuine compliments. Moreover she felt a bit bad about her initial manner with him. She had vaguely recognised him, but could not think from where, a friends younger brother maybe? And in hindsight regretted not striking up a conversation. 

Around three months later Jeremy returned to The Salon immediately noticing the girl who had cut his hair. Fortunately she was not with a client so she was available to cut his hair again.

'Hello,' she greeted him.

'Hi,' he replied and then summoning up all his courage, 'you gave me a fantastic hair cut last time, it was so excellent.'

Donna smiled as his old fashioned almost boy-scout manner of speaking, 'yes and you gave me a really nice tip, so let's hope I can do a good as job as last time.'

On his second cut there was conversation which flowed with ease, Donna asking, 'did you go to Napier School?' 

'Yes.'

'I thought your face looked familiar, is Mr Kerslake still there?'

'Yes.'

'What about that old witch Mrs Kitchener?'

'Yes,' and realising he was answering her questions in exactly the same manner added, 'she's still there.'

'She really hated me, always giving me detentions.'

'Just imagine if she turned up here you could get your own back.'

'How?'

'Cut all her hair off!'

Donna laughed as she replied, 'I couldn't do that I'd get the sack, although it would be rather tempting.' 

Jeremy was surprised at how easy the conversation flowed, he found out her name was Donna she was indeed three years older than him. But he took more of her in, the black blouse she wore he noticed when she leant forward it opened up slightly between the buttons revealing a bit of flesh and also her bra. Another highlight was her gentle touch on his head when she adjusted it, in fact he later deliberately placed his head in the wrong positions for that very reason. 

His visits progressed over the next year or so and it was not just his visits as Donna seemed very interested in how he was getting on with his A Levels. Jeremy however was increasingly interested in other things and on that particular visit Donna was wearing a white blouse which tantalisingly sat just above her belt. This afforded Jeremy a view of her midriff and he noticed for the first time she had a little stud in her navel and a tattoo on her left hip most of which was obscured by clothing. As she cut away he couldn't help looking either via the mirror or stealing little direct glances.

His behaviour didn't go unnoticed by Donna as she asked, 'you looking at my tattoo?'

'Ere sor...'

'It's alright, you like tattoo's then?'

'I guess so.'

'I thought you might think they looked a bit tarty.'

'No.'

'What about piercings, do you like piercings on girls?'

He nodded.

'I've got my belly button pierced.'

'I know,' he blurted out.

'Been looking have we?'

'No,' he protested, 'I just noticed it earlier.'

'That's alright,' she smiled, 'I'm only teasing you. Here,' as she turned her hip towards him and lifted up the hem of her blouse, 'you can have a proper look if you like.'

'Ah, very nice,' was the only reply he could muster.

Donna looked down aware the bottom of her tattoo was obscured by her trousers, 'it does go down a bit further,' as she inched down her waistband before proclaiming, 'see,' as the whole tattoo was revealed.

Jeremy felt himself go a deep shade of red as not only was her tattoo revealed but the top of her knickers. As he closed his eyes he imagined her standing there I just a pair of knickers. His throat began to become dry and he gripped the armrests of the chair. 

Donna smiled to herself, realising her young client did like girls and wondered whether she might tease him a bit more.

Jeremy next visited The Salon just after Christmas in in the middle of his mock exams. Whilst exceptionally bright he still fretted about his marks and consequently was very tense although this lifted as Donna greeted him with a smile.

'Hi how are you?'

'Alright,' he replied, before adding rather uncharacteristically, 'got anymore tattoo's to show me?'

'Cheeky monkey,' replied Donna somewhat taken aback as she led him to his chair. About five minutes into the cut there was a loud bang from beyond the end of the shop. Donna tutted her displeasure, 'builders, you'd think he would get them in when the place was closed.'

'Builders? What are they doing?'

'We're having some treatment rooms, sunbeds, massage that sort of thing. Should be open when you next come in, so if you ever want a massage.'

'A massage!'

'Yes, you're looking a bit tense.,

As Jeremy felt her hand on his shoulder he wondered what her touch would feel like on his bare skin. Immediately his heart began to beat faster as blood rushed to his cheeks then his cock which began to swell. It didn't help that Jeremy could see the outline of Donna's bra through her blouse. Belatedly he replied with 'exams.'

'Well a nice massage should get rid of all your stress and tensions.'

As Jeremy walked home, he digested Donna's offer, "if you want a massage." What did that mean? Until then he didn't know much about massages or that some establishments offered certain "extras." That was until a day or so later after some internet research. The three hours he spent looking up massage parlours made his head spin and his cock very hard. He even ended up relieving himself at the thought of Donna providing him with "extras."

In the days and weeks that followed Jeremy could think of nothing but massages. He became aware there were different sorts and different types of establishments which offered them. Rather disappointingly he deduced The Salon was clearly a "legit" establishment which would not provide him with any "extras."

Jeremy's next visit was just before he sat his final exams and again he was feeling tense. He was aware the treatment rooms were now open as he had seen adverts in the local paper and also the adverts in the front window of The Salon. But didn't know how to ask for a massage. He knew from memory the list of prices, £25.00 for 30 minutes, £40.00 for an hour. But a "full body massage," what exactly did that entail? Would he be completely naked or have to keep his boxers on? 

As Donna cut away she asked, 'how are you?' 

Jeremy recalled about what he said last time about his mocks, 'feeling a bit tense with my exams and stuff.'

Donna stopped cutting and felt his shoulder, 'yes you are a bit.'

What should he say? If he were less bashful it would be easy, "would a massage cure the tension?" Or, "is your offer still open?"

Donna knew Jeremy was now eighteen, never mentioned a girlfriend and whenever she touched on the subject he would blush. This left her wondering whether he was a virgin. She felt his shoulders again, 'yes,' she said, 'you are feeling tense, we are offering free taster massages for our regular/new customers if you're interested?'

'Yes,' he replied a little too quickly, 'when?'

Donna looked round The Salon, 'we're not too busy at the moment and I've not got an appointment for a while, so we can go now if you like.'

'Yes, okay,' he replied automatically.

'Good, we'll just finish the cut, I'll then wash it as we don't want to make a mess of the nice new treatment room.'

After finishing the cut and washing his hair Donna said, 'right follow me,' as she led him to the back of the shop along a corridor and opened a door on his right.

He entered a small rectangular room with a massage table on it and a shower in the corner, it smelt of paint and plaster. There was a layer of paper covering the table and at one end a circular hole which he could place his face.

'If you just take your clothes off, leave your underwear on and drape this towel over you, I'll be back in a bit.'

Jeremy quickly stripped off and placed his clothes on a chair, not quite believing what he was doing. He then lay face down on the massage table. 

After about a minute Jeremy heard the click click of Donna's heels as she walked down the corridor and opened the door, 'okay? Comfortable?'

'Yes.'

'Right, just relax and we'll start on your shoulders.'

Jeremy gave a little shiver as he felt the liquid between his shoulder blades.

'Have you had a massage before?'

'No.'

'A massage virgin then?'

Jeremy swallowed hard, if only she knew, before nodding.

'Don't worry I'm a bit new to this too, Kayleigh's the massage expert here.'

Jeremy appreciated Donna trying to make him feel at ease as he tried to picture Kayleigh. 

'Is that okay for you?' Asked Donna as her hands ventured lower down his back towards the waistband of his boxers.

'Yes,' he replied, but in reality her oily hands slowly sliding down his back felt so good and he cursed himself for not expressing himself more fully. Lying on his front he was able to twist his head slightly and this afforded him a few of Donna's lower half, skirt, black tights, white blouse though he could only see up to the first button.

Donna was pleasantly surprised by Jeremy's physique, his toned waist which tapered up to shoulders, muscular arms and shapely legs. All this was in sharp contrast to some of the flabby men she had recently massaged. 

'Right that's your back done, time to start on those legs.'

'Okay,' he heard himself mutter. Why couldn't he think of something better or more interesting to say? But this was lost as he felt Donna's hands on his calves.

'You have a lot of tension here.'

'Sorry,' he replied, what a stupid thing to say.

But Donna seemed unconcerned as she replied, 'nothing to be sorry about.'

As Donna massaged away at his calves he thought of something/anything to say to her, why was it some people could strike up conversations about anything to anyone?

The painful silence was punctuated by Donna, 'time for the backs of those legs.'

'Okay,' he piped.

Donna's hands went higher beyond his knees midway between them and his groin. Her touch was amazing, bringing never experienced before jolts of pleasure to his balls and cock which belantantly began to stiffen in his boxer shorts. One particular stroke brought out a gasp from him.

'Are you okay?'

'Yes.' 

'Sorry I won't go as high again.'

Why oh why did he chose this precise moment to say, 'I'm not used to being touched there.'

'Oh,' he heard Donna say as she realised her earlier assumption was correct. She was a bit surprised though whilst quiet and shy he was good looking, especially his hair which had been cut by hers truly. She thought about some of her friends, a few of them had younger sisters. Perhaps I could do a bit of matchmaking. 

Jeremy felt acute pain in his bottom lip as he bit into it for saying such a stupid thing.

'You can turn over now.'

Those were the words he did not want to hear at that precise moment, for Donna's touches had given him a raging hard-on which refused to go away. Reluctantly he nodded as he turned over slowly, attempting to bunch the towel up over his torso so it would hide his erection. Again he bit his lip but for a different reason as Donna started on the front of his legs gently massaging oil into his shins, then up on his thighs careful not to go too high. 

Then she did along his arms commenting, 'do you work out at all?'

'No just press-ups and sit ups and quite a bit of cycling.'

'You're quite toned, I wish my tummy was as flat as yours.'

He felt himself nod in agreement, as he tried not to think about Donna's tummy, stroking it, feeling it letting his inexperienced fingers explore it.

Donna continued to massaged his arms, whilst he could now look directly at her face and body, Jeremy was concerned she could read his lustful thoughts. He therefore looked directly above at the ceiling. However he could not resist a quick peek as she leant forward. For the first time Jeremy was able to see right down her top and her breasts trying to escape from her lacy bra. 

He attempted to swallow but his throat was dry, briefly he wondered whether she was aware of the effect she was having on him. Jeremy was desperate to touch her, run his hands along her bottom, up her legs and feel her breasts before pinching her nipples. Jeremy closed his eyes storing up the image of Donna's cleavage as future wanking material. 

During the massage the towel had got smoothed out so it was tight to his boxers and whilst not plainly obvious she must have known she had given him a hard-on. But she chatted away seemingly oblivious, about how Kayleigh had arrived from an exclusive upmarket spa.

Donna did realised her young client had become aroused, but had been told it was perfectly natural and nothing either she or the client should be embarrassed about and just to ignore it. So she did.

All too soon it was over, 'so there you are, your first full body massage. Did you like it?'

He went red, 'yes.'

Donna gave him a little smile and he could have sworn she looked at his crotch as she remarked, 'of course you did.' Before she pointed her finger at the corner of the room, 'now you can have a shower if you like and get changed.'

He nodded like an obedient puppy, as Donna nonchalantly said, 'I'll see you back outside.'

Under the shower he got hard again thinking what had just happened. He pictured what her hands would feel like on his cock as he rubbed himself, feeling an immediate tingle in his balls. Jeremy closed his eyes, rubbing faster and faster. Rubbing the shower jell into his knob wishing and hoping it was Donna's hands. 'Ohhhh,' he grunted as he shot his load thirty seconds later.

To say he felt self-conscious when he said goodbye to Donna was a huge understatement. Did she realise what her touches had made him do?

It was now September and three weeks before he was to start Durham University. Jeremy did wonder about his previous appointment which had led to many a wank fuelled fantasy. Donna soaping him down in the shower, wanking him off, squeezing his cock between her tits. At the time he had been tempted to book in another massage the following week, but for some reason, even unbeknown to him, he didn't. Every time he thought about what he was about to do he got excited, really excited, he chose Friday. Why? Because everyone supposed to be more happy and more relaxed on a Friday.

The Tuesday before with trepidation he dialled the number and waited as it rang.

'Hello, The Salon.'

He recognised Nico's voice, 'hi, I'd like to book a cut followed by a massage with Donna ... please, for Friday, if that's okay'




The Salon Ch. 01



'Bare with me please... what time on Friday?'

'2.00pm.'

'Yes that's okay and how long for the massage?'

'An hour if that's alright.'

'Yes that's fine, if I could just take your name and a contact number.'

'Long time no see.' 

'I thought I needed a hair-cut.'

Donna smiled, 'yes, it is getting a bit long, but I thought I might have seen you sooner.' She read the puzzlement in his face, 'for a massage.'

'I thought I had to have a cut, then a massage.'

'No silly, you don't have to get a haircut to have a massage we can do the massage without.'

'Oh...'

'And there's me thinking you didn't like your massage.'

'I did,' he replied far too quickly.

Donna smiled, 'that's good, so you've got me for an hour this time.' 

'Yes,' he replied as he felt his mouth go dry, then light-headed as he made his way to the chair.

'How did your exams go?'

'Really good,' surprised she should show such an interest, before adding, 'passed them all with the grades required.'

'So off to university?'

'Yes.'

'When?'

'Three weeks.'

'Which one?'

'Sorry.'

'University.

'Oh Durham.'

'That's quite a distance away?'

'Yes.'

'So we won't be seeing you for a while then?'

'I'll be back at Christmas.'

As they had been chatting Donna had prepared him for his cut, placing a sheet over his upper body and tucking it in around his neck with a paper tissue. 'So usual?'

'Please.'

Donna began snipping away, 'so I guess it's a relief getting those exams out of the way and passing them.'

'You bet it is.'

'I can tell, you seem far less tense this time.'

'Yeah,' he replied, 'it's a huge weight off my mind.'

She placed a hand on the top of his head to move it slightly, before commenting, 'your parents must be very proud.'

He felt himself blush slightly as he said, 'I guess they are.'

'I'm sure they are,' replied Donna as she continued cutting away.

About fifteen minutes later she said, 'all done, now, as before I'll have to give it a quick wash.'

He nodded.

Donna then lead him through to the treatment room. Jeremy was aware of a difference in Donna's persona, he couldn't put his finger on it, but she appeared more confident this time. As before she left him alone as he stripped off to his boxers and laid down on the massage table.

Donna re-entered the room, 'we'll start on the backs of your legs.'

As before she started massaging his calves her long slow touches which felt really good as they sent little jolts of pleasure up his legs to his groin. Jeremy hoped against hope that something might happen. He'd been conducting further online research about massage extras, and in order to obtain extras one theme was common, compliment the masseuse and say how good their massage feels. 

So one particular stroke led him to blurt out, 'that feels good.'

'Good,' replied Donna surprised at the client feedback.

Nevertheless she continued the massage as she moved onto his thighs mindful of what happened last time. Donna reached up to the point where he had previously flinched, 'you don't like being massaged any higher?'

Jeremy sucked in a mouthful of air as he replied, 'no I don't mind, you can go higher.'

When Donna did not reply he thought he had said the wrong thing but that was disappeared as he felt Donna's slippery hand just below his boxer shorts.

He groaned in pure pleasure, 'ere sorry,' he apologised. 

'It's okay. You like that?'

'Yes.'

'Good, a massage is meant to be an enjoyable experience.'

He nodded and Donna smiled pleased that he was enjoying her massage. 

Donna then moved moved onto his back, long gentle relaxing strokes up and down. But her flow was interrupted by his boxer shorts. 'You can remove these,' she commented as her fingers danced along his waistband, 'but the drape stays on.'

'I don't know.' 

'Why?'

When he did not respond Donna asked, 'not shy are you?'

'No.'

'Why then...' But Donna didn't wait for a reply as she smiled to herself, before answering her own question, 'don't worry, its alright, it's perfectly normal to get aroused.'

'Is it?'

'Yes, I won't get offended or call the police.'

Donna had now completed around a hundred massages. Whilst they were mostly for woman she had done a fair few men and there had been a couple of "incidents." As pre-warned some men did get aroused. In her massage classes she was told always take no notice. If the erection persisted, you could always leave the room, explaining you're leaving so the client can, "make himself more comfortable." Exit the room, but make sure to knock loudly on return. If you feel uncomfortable, you should ask the client to leave. 

She had had a few of the men get erections and one bloke said outright how much for topless hand-relief. But she had turned Fred down, not least because he was old, bald and sweaty, but also she could loose her job and being a small market town her reputation. 

'Okay then.'

Donna watched as Jeremy, under the towel, removed his boxers.

'How does that feel?'

'A bit strange.'

'Not nervous are you?'

He shook his head but he was nervous, nervous that her her touch could send him over the edge and have him cumming in the towel, something she would surely notice. 

During the rest of the massage Donna could not fail to notice Jeremy's erection. In fact she was quite surprised at how big it was causing a tent-pole, which would not go down, in the towel. However, ever the professional she made no comment about it and certainly did not touch near it even accidentally.

'So that's you done then.'

Jeremy was disappointed she did not touch him, his cock was so hard and he was really desperate to cum. It was like a third person in the room, a person they both knew was there but for their own reasons did not acknowledge. However it was Donna who eventually made an acknowledgement.

'Right, so if you want to get showered,' she paused remembering what she had been told in her class, 'and er, take care of yourself.'

'Sorry.'

It was now Donna's turn to blush as she looked down at the tent in the towel, 'take care, of that.'

'Oh, yes...'

But she continued to look, wondering what his cock was like underneath the towel, realising she should leave the room she remained rooted to the floor.

The silence hung, Jeremy's heart was beating. It was just the two of them, why hadn't she left? Poor Jeremy couldn't take this any longer as he said, 'you wouldn't er ahem, t..take...'

'Pardon?'

He looked down at the bulge before surprising himself as he blurted out, 'you wouldn't take care of me?'

Donna gave a gasp of surprise as she stepped backwards uprooting herself from the floor, 'what did you just say?'

'Sorry, I shouldn't have, I mean...'

'No, you could get me the sack, if I was caught doing something like that.'

'S-sorry I would never want anything like that to happen.'

'And boasting to all your friends.'

'No, I'd never do that, I've not said anything to them about this and the other massage,' he felt his erection wilt.

Donna looked down at the collapsed tent, 'hmm, I'll see you outside young man after your shower, I think you need a good cooling down.' 

'That's £7.00 for the cut and £40.00 for the massage.'

Jeremy looked around, the till was at the back of the shop just next to the corridor which led off to the treatment rooms, luckily there was nobody within earshot, 'I'm really sorry.'

'We're not that type of place and I'm not that type of girl.'

He nodded shamefully before saying, 'but...'

'But what?'

'Only I did some research on the internet and I just thought all places that did massages you know offered extras.'

'No Jeremy, if Nico ever found out I'd loose my job, and imagine the gossip.'

'Sorry,' he said again, 'you're not going to say anything?' 

'To who?'

'To Nico or,' he paused took a deep breath, 'the police?'

She looked at him, he was absolutely terrified, she shook her head, 'no, it was just a misunderstanding I guess.'

'I'm really sorry, I suppose you don't want me back.'

'Sorry.'

'I can't have my hair cut here anymore.'

'No Jeremy you can have your hair cut here, and I would massage you again, but you really need to understand the boundaries okay.'

'Yes, I'm really sorry Donna.'

Donna was still shocked by what had happened, was it her fault Jeremy had made such a request? She had been eyeing up his bulge and that was wrong of her, also, he was a virgin and therefore completely unused to the situation. An experienced guy would appreciate the sensuality of a massage not think of it as a prelude to anything sexual. So perhaps it was not unsurprising he had made such a request. She knew it was wrong, but she could hide the fact that part of her was excited that she could have been the first woman to touch him intimately and make him cum.

Lost in thought she didn't hear Kayleigh behind her, 'you alright?'

Donna nodded.

'Really, you look a bit spooked.'

Donna took a deep breath, 'Kayleigh.'

'Yes.'

'Can I ask you something?'

'Course.'

'When you do the massages, do your ever get clients, you know asking for extras?'

'Yes, why?'

Donna was surprised by her colleagues nonchalant reply, but didn't want to drop Jeremy in it for she still had a soft spot for him, so she replied, 'you know Fred.'

Kayleigh nodded.

'He offered me £40.00 to go topless and wank him off.'

Kayleigh giggled, 'did you?'

'Of course not, that's gross, he's old enough to be my dad.'

'It's easy money.'

'You mean if he offered you money you would?'

Kayleigh smiled, 'perhaps I already have.'

'Oh my God, you are joking! Please tell me you're joking!'

Kayleigh laughed, 'of course I am, but,' she paused, looking seriously at the younger girl, 'ever wondered why my treatment room's got a lock on its door?' 

'You haven't?'

'You mean gone all the way?'

Donna hadn't meant that but she nodded anyway.

'No,' Kayleigh paused, 'not here.'

'You mean, you've had sex with a customer?'

Kayleigh grinned, 'it's no different from pulling a guy in a club, I'm not going to go with someone who I don't fancy and plus if he's willing to pay, then why not?'

'Is that why you?'

Kayleigh nodded, 'I was politely asked to leave the spa.'

'Oh...'

Kayleigh looked her colleague up and down, 'so you've never been tempted?'

Donna frowned.

'Not even a little bit, go on you can tell me it won't go any further.'

'Well certainly not with pervy Fred.'

'That doesn't answer my question.'

Donna shuffled uneasily as she recalled how she had looked at Jeremy's bulge for longer than she should have. 

'Who? Go on tell me.'

Donna lied as she said, 'there was a guy last week, late twenties, blonde hair, really good looking...' 

'So what happened?'

'Nothing really, but he was so hot, if he had asked me I probably would have done.'

'You'll have to point him out the next time he's in.'

'Yeah,' replied Donna as she left Kayleigh with her mug of coffee.

As Donna cut away at a succession of clients that afternoon she though about some of the things Kayleigh had said to her. So that's why Fred asked her for a hand-job.

As for Jeremy, she didn't really expect to see him least not before Christmas or ever again. Perhaps she had led him on a bit, asking him to remove the drape and then staring at his erection for a bit too long.

She recalled Kayleigh's words of wisdom, "if it were a guy in a club." If she met Jeremy out of work would it be different. Whilst he was younger he was over eighteen, had a good body on him, was intelligent which was something she liked in a man. Also, up until that event, shy not arrogant or over-confident again traits she liked in a man. Perhaps that was it, she had previously thought of him as a boy but he was actually a man with a man's needs and desires. 

In the days after the event Jeremy could not believe what had happened feeling he had escaped very lightly. Donna could have reported him to the police, his parents or even his school. 

But certain things did not sit with him, why did she not bar him from The Salon? For if she had done so he would not have complained. More significantly he could not forget how her her eyes were locked onto his bulge, it was seeing her staring which triggered his request. Surely if she was so professional then she would not have looked for so long.

Jeremy researched several internet forums on this sort of thing. There were various themes, one being that repeated visits, especially in health clubs or salons, were required in order to obtain the required results. As a client could be an undercover policeman, the masseuse could be concerned about her reputation, losing her job and in some of these places some girls did offer extras but others didn't. 

He therefore had this in mind, along with Donna's words, "I would massage you again," when he telephoned The Salon to make a final appointment before university.

After her conversation with Kayleigh and mulling over what they had discussed that afternoon, Donna thought very little about Jeremy. However around ten days later she was flicking through a magazine as she was between clients when she saw a picture of the same actor that Jeremy had showed her the very first time she had cut his hair. She wondered what Jeremy was up to now. When was he going to uni was it this week or next?

In the background the phone rang, Nico picked it up and retrieved the appointment book, 'yes that's fine,' she heard him say, 'Thursday 3.30pm is fine with Donna ... yes.'

After skimming through the rest of the magazine and taking a sip from her cup of coffee she wondered over to Nico

'Was that an appointment for me?'

'Yes, one hour full body massage, Jeremy, said you've done him before.'

She couldn't recall her immediate reaction only Nico's voice, 'Donna, Donna did you hear me?'

'Ere, yes, yes that's fine.'

Donna spent the rest of the day thinking. Was it wise for her to have not barred him? But why did he return what did he want? She knew Kayleigh's answer would be she would have no qualms about getting her tits out and wanking him off for a fee. Should she get Kayleigh to massage him? She then remembered Kayleigh was off that Thursday afternoon.

She felt a jolt to her body, she was worried about being caught yet Kayleigh had a lock on her treatment room door so that would not happen. She gasped silently as she thought how there was nothing preventing her from using Kayleigh's room. Steadying herself, she could not actually believe what she was thinking.

She could always get Nico to cancel, but what would Jeremy's reaction be? Plus it would look suspicious. Then she remembed his hard-on, lying under the towel, her touches had done that to him. It would probably only take a few strokes to make him cum, just put her hands under the towel grip his shaft and pump him up and down. She felt herself blush, then an ache in her pussy. It was three months since she'd had sex after splitting up with her last boyfriend, the longest time she had gone without since losing her virginity. 

Donna spent the next day Wednesday, attempting to keep busy to take her mind off massaging Jeremy, even staying late.

Thursday morning was very busy and passed Donna in a blur, only realising it was 1.00pm when Kayleigh said goodbye for the day. Only two and a half hours to go. She had a couple of clients booked and did another cut. She took her phone out of her pocket to look at the time, but something fell out of her pocket, Kayleigh's key! She quickly bent down to pick it up before checking the time, 3.25pm, 5 minutes to ... but he had entered five minutes early.

Donna walked over to Jeremy, a trace of nervousness in her smile for it appeared everytime he visited he seemed that much taller, broader, older and handsome. She questioned why on earth he was still a virgin. His request from their last massage ruled out him being gay. However there there was no time for further thought as she greeted him, 'hi Jeremy, how are you?'

'Fine.'

'Ready for your massage?'

He nodded

'Good, follow me.' Donna didn't know why she ignored the door on the right which was her usual treatment, instead she continued further down the corridor, 'we'll use Kaleigh's room on the left today.'

Once inside the room she said, 'if you get undressed and lie on the couch, I'll be back in a minute.'

As she left she put her hand in her pocket and clasped the key. She returned and smiled at Jeremy who was on the massage couch wearing just his boxers. 'You can take those off, and place the drape over you...'

'I ...' he stopped.

'It's okay I won't look,' Donna commented as she turned her back on him. A few moments later she asked, 'all done?'

'Yes.'

She turned round and walked over to where he was lying on his front, 'so when it is you're off to uni?'

'Sunday, Sunday week.'

'You must be really excited?'

'Yeah, a bit nervous though.'

She smiled, 'well a nice massage will sooth your nerves, shall we start on your back?'

Jeremy nodded as best he could.

He closed his eyes as he enjoyed Donna's slow relaxing strokes down his back, as this was now his third massage he had become more used to her touches and consequently found them more sensual than sexual. 

Everytime Donna moved her right arm when massaging Jeremy the key in her pocket brushed against her elbow, automatically she cast a look over to the door and its lock. It would be so easy, she thought to herself, but would he want me to? Would he tell anyone?

She tried to analyse, he was off to university so she would probably would never see him again. The key brushed against her elbow yet again. This time she looked purposefully at the lock before she took a deep breath.

Donna's strokes seemed different, more automatic as if she was thinking of other things and then harder, more rigid, lacking any subtlety. He wondered if this was punishment for his earlier indiscretion. Then the strokes stopped, he heard Donna breath in deeply, was she going to ask him to leave? He hoped he would get his £40.00 back.

But the rigid strokes were replaced by light gently strokes made with the tips of her fingers as they slowly danced down his back. Lower, lower they went towards the drape then back up, but instead of going up his back he felt a hand gently go up each side of his rib cage before moving over to the top of his back. He was tempted to say how good it felt and when she did it again he could not contain his gasp of pleasure.

'Is that nice for you?' 

'Yes,' he paused before saying, 'it's very nice.' 

'Good,' replied Donna as she continued.

Her touches had made him hard which he found uncomfortable as his cock was pointing towards his bottom half and trapped between his body and the massage table. He attempted to to re-adjust himself an action which did not go unnoticed by Donna.

'Are you okay?'

'Yes.'

'Are you sure?'

'Just getting more comfortable.'

She paused, before answering cryptically, 'I see, I can stop if its getting a bit too uncomfortable for you.'

Jeremy did not know what to say, for he did not want a repeat of the last time, but her touches were so good, 'er no,' he eventually replied.

'So you like being massaged along here?' As her fingers tips danced along his ribcage. 

'Yes.'

'Good. So what have you been up to since I last saw you for your last massage?' In reply Donna felt Jeremy momentarily tighten his muscles under her hands. 'What's wrong?'

'Nothing.'

'Are you sure? It wasn't the mention of your last visit?'

He nodded.

'Well that's all forgotten about now, I didn't tell Nico, or...' she gave a little laugh, 'the police, so I can keep a secret. Can you?'

'Sorry.'

'Keep secrets?'

'I guess so.'

'Thats good, because you know, since your last massage I discovered one of the girls here does provide other services so perhaps you were right afterall.'




The Salon Ch. 01



'Sorry.'

'About what you said, these types of places do provide extra services, it appears quite a common practice. Anyway this bloke had previously got extras off this other girl, who shall remain nameless, and assumed I would want to do the same. He offered me money to get my tits out and wank him off after a massage.'

Jeremy's whole body gave a little shudder, he was stunned not so much by the request but the blatant way in which Donna had announced it. But also turned on by her crude words. 

'Are you shocked?'

'Yes,' but he thought it best not to mention he was also very excited.

'Well imagine how I felt, horrible old man. Not like you.'

'Oh...' was all he could muster aware Donna was paying him a compliment but unsure of what to say or how to react.

'So is that why you asked me? Another girl had given you extras and you thought you could get the same from me?'

'No, I've only had a massage from you.'

'So not cheated on me then?'

'No,' he responded missing the irony.

'So why did you?'

'I...'

'Is this a bit embarrassing for you?'

'Yes, very.'

'Oh, but I would really like to know.'

'I don't know really,' before he volunteered, 'the way you were touching me.'

'Yes you're not used to being touched like that are you?' 

He nodded. 

'I guess my touches got you a bit excited?' She giggled, 'well I could see they got you very excited.'

'Sorry about that.'

'Don't worry its perfectly natural.'

The silence hung until Jeremy blurted out, 'and you were staring at it.'

'Opps yes I was, how very unprofessional of me sorry about that.'

'Its okay.'

Donna continued with the massage before asking, 'really?'

'Yes.'

'So ... did you like me staring at it?' 

Jeremy nodded.

She gave a little gasp of surprise, 'it's alright, I liked staring at it too.' She felt Jeremy gently shudder underneath her hands as she continued, 'did it turn you on?'

'Sort of.' 

'What sort of answer is that? It either did or it didn't.' 

'Yes.'

'I see.' 

Donna continued to massage Jeremy's back in silence. But her brain was far from being inactive as she took a deep breath, this was it, 'so do you want to turn over?'

'I don't think I can.'

'Why not?'

Jeremy was too embarrassed to offer a reply.

Instead Donna volunteered, 'are you aroused?'

'Yes, sorry.'

'Been trying to burrow a hole in my massage table?'

Her joke relieved the tension in him as he gave a little sigh.

Picking up on this Donna whispered, 'turn over for me then.'

She watched as Jeremy turned over keeping the towel close to him. However she could not mistake the huge bulge in the towel. 'You can take the towel off,' as she started to massage his legs.

'Are you sure?'

She smiled, 'yes. I have seen an erection before Jeremy.'

Very self consciously Jeremy opened up the drape revealing himself. 

Donna smiled as she saw Jeremy's penis for the first time, nice size but by God it looked hard, its purple head angry and shining in the light. Trying to ignore it she said, 'there, that wasn't too bad was it?'

'No.'

'Did you think I'd laugh at it or something?'

'I don't know.'

'I shouldn't really be saying this, but it's a very nice one you have.'

Jeremy just said the first thing in his head, 'thank you.'

Donna gave a little chuckle to herself at Jeremy's silly answer, 'do you feel all liberated and free, or a bit self conscious?'

'A bit yes.'

'Don't worry that will soon pass, I think it's better for the client to be naked.'

Jeremy could not believe he was naked, sporting a huge hard-on alone with a girl. In fact the first female to see him in such a state. He had expected it to be a girlfriend not a hairdresser. Why did she allow him to get naked like this? Did she want something? Whilst the signs appeared positive he could not forget her previous reaction. 

Donna continued to massage his shins, 'that's done, alright for me to go a bit higher?'

He nodded.

But as soon as Donna's oily hands started to rub him just above his knees his cock gave one almighty twitch.

'Are you alright?'

'No I think I might...'

She raised an eyebrow.

'Ejaculate.'

'We can't have that can we?'

With that they looked in each others eyes, Donna smiled.

'Oh God,' he muttered under his breath, if Donna looked at him again like that he would surely cum.

'What is it?'

'Can you er leave me on my own for a few minutes.'

'Why?' She asked innocently.

He looked down at his swollen cock then at Donna, 'I think I might have to you know take care of myself.'

'I see,' and with that she slowly made her way to the door.

Jeremy looked intently at her admiring her round bottom as it gently moved from side to side as she exited the room. Then closing his eyes, imagining her lovely warm oiled up hands gently sliding up and down his cock. As soon as she was the other side of the door, it would be his own hands.

As Donna walked she put her hand in her pocket and pulled out the key. She was now at the door, but rather than open it she inserted they key and turned it anti-clockwise.

Jeremy with his eyes still closed had expected thto hear the door being closed instead heard the sound of a lock turning its metallic tone echoing round the sparsely furnished room. His immediate thought was Donna has locked me in. So he looked over expecteding not to see Donna but there she was. 'Uh Donna,' he croaked in surprise.

Donna smiled and then looked down at his cock. It looked even more bloated and swollen than before, a tear of pre-cum leaked leaked out. 'You know it's sometimes better to get someone else to do it.'

'What?'

She smiled as she said, 'the doors locked Jeremy, we won't be disturbed.' Then she looked down at his cock.

Jeremy gasped.

'Do you want me to take care of you then?'

Intuitively he just nodded.

She smiled before saying in a whisper, 'I will but on one condition.'

'Yes.'

'You don't breath a word of this Jeremy. Do you understand?'

He nodded again.

'I'm serious.'

'I know.'

'One word of this gets out and I could lose my job.'

'I promise I won't say anything.'

'I can trust you?'

He nodded as his cock gave a little twitch.

'I'm just going to wash my hands,' not waiting for a reply she continued, 'I don't want to get any oil on my top.' 

As she walked over to the sink to wash the oil from her hands Jeremy wondered what she meant. However his puzzlement was answered in the most unbelievable way. As she slowly walked towards him she started to unbutton her blouse.

Jeremy gasped as his cock twitched in expectation.

Donna basked in the attention as she stood over him in just her bra, 'you like?' And with that she rocked up and down making her breasts wobble inside her bra. 

Jeremy just nodded.

'I supposed you'd like to have a proper look?'

Jeremy nodded again.

Donna placed a finger over her lips whispering, 'not a word. Okay' 

'Yes,' even if someone offered him a million pounds his lips were sealed.

Donna then began to unclasp her bra. Her breasts wobbled as they were released from their constraints as they were much bigger than he had expected. He spent the next twenty seconds or so staring at the wonderful sight before him. She had large light pink arelos which were surrounded by barely visible blue veins. Jeremy's gaze extended to her upper arms, lightly suntanned as was the top of her chest; below which a subtle semi-circle of tan-line where she had been wearing strappy dresses throughout the summer. 

Donna smiled and nodded. 

Jeremy not knowing how to react asked, 'what?'

'You can touch me if you like.'

Jeremy nodded, 'can I?'

A smile from Donna and he began to stroke her stomach, which hung ever so slightly over her jeans. Her skin was warm and silky smooth as he gently rubbed it just below her navel before stroking the purple stone in her belly. 

Donna was surprised as she had expected him to go straight for her breasts, as she asked, 'don't you want to... feel them?'

'Really! Oh yes,' he splutted. 

With that he clumsily began to feel his first naked pair of breasts. They were soft and squashy not what he was expecting. Extending out his palm he lifted one up surprised at how heavy it felt as he toyed with it. Next he rubbed one of her nipples between his fingers drawing a gasp from Donna. 

'Sorry.'

'It's okay it felt nice.'

Encouraged by this he ventured lower in the gap between her skin and the top of her trousers.

'No Jeremy, not there.'

'Sorry.'

'Not today,' she read the disappointment in his face as she smiled, 'perhaps another time.'

Jeremy nodded and returned to playing with her nipples which were now erect and standing out. 

'Enough,' she said softly.

'Sorry.'

'It's okay, I just need to get some more oil.'

He nodded as he watched Donna, her breasts wobbled invitingly, as she walked over to where the oil was. She squirted some onto the palm of her hand slowly rubbed into her skin.

Jeremy watched open mouthed.

'You know what I'm going to do next don't you?'

He nodded even more vigorously.

'Now just relax yourself, would you like to play with my tits while I take care of you?'

'Oh please, can I?'

She smiled, 'you're so nice and polite.'

Jeremy felt her breast as the tips of her fingers gently ran over his stomach.

'That feel good?'

'Yes.' 

'I won't start on you just yet,' as her hands brushed down past his cock to his upper thighs.

'Oh that feels really good,' he replied now far more open with his praise.

She returned to his stomach and looking down at his cock commented, 'you're leaking a bit.'

Not knowing what to say he just nodded.

'Now I'm going to give you a few gentle strokes,' not waiting for a response she gently stroked along the underside of his cock.

He groaned as he pushed his groin upwards.

'Mmmm,' she commented, 'I think you like that.'

'Yes,' he spluttered.

She noticed how pre-cum was now oozing out of his swollen head. Donna then reached down to his balls where his skin was so taught and gently ran her fingertips over his pubic hair eliciting a low groan from him. She then returned to his cock gently stroking it for the first time ran the tips of her fingers over his swollen knob gently massaging some of his-pre cum into his very tip. Next she cupped his balls before slowly sliding the palm of her hand all the way up to his knob, then circling his purple head with the cupped palm of her hand before slowly sliding down and repeating the movements.

Jeremy was writhing, grunting and groaning and she knew it would not take too much for him to cum as she saw his clenched fists. 'Are you close?'

A sharp squeeze of her breast told her the obvious as for the first time she curled her fingers round his solid shaft eliciting a deep moan from him.

She then began to move her hand up and down his shaft. After no more than half a dozen strokes Jeremy's whole body went into a seizure, 'Oh...' he spluttered, 'I'm ...'

In response Donna increased her movements and a stroke later the first jet of cum shot out of his cock. She watched in awe and felt an ache in her pussy as it flew through the air landing just under his chin, another jet landed low followed by another, then another. 

Donna counted at least six jets before his cock began to subside, 'my God Jeremy, have you been saving it up for me?'

But he did not respond lying breathless on the massage table his upper body covered in his recent emission. 

'Jeremy,' she stroked his upper arm.

'Uhh,' he groaned.

'Are you okay?'

He nodded, before adding, 'that was amazing.'

'Good,' replied Donna before adding, 'now remember what I told you?'

'Yes, I won't breath a word.'

Donna replied with a small sigh of relief as she gently stroked his hair, 'I think you need another cut.'

'But...' he stopped himself.

'Followed by a massage, 5.25pm next Thursday.'

'Isn't that too late?'

Donna smiled, 'no, you'll be my last customer of the day, now get into that shower.'



The Salon Ch. 02



Previously...

Claire is introduced to the Salon by a friend, and is intrigued enough to look into it. She discovers a discreet service for busy people who need a little help getting off. In order to help the Salon to tailor a program that is suited to her needs, Claire is required to complete a practical introduction for a camera. This 'homework assignment' proves to be a lot of fun. 

*****

"Matt will be along in a moment to introduce himself and take you through your first session. Welcome aboard!"

Like everything else to do with the salon, Matt was not at all what she had been expecting. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, exactly. But the 6'3", tousle-haired specimen with a killer smile was a welcome surprise. He was lean and well-muscled, comfortably well dressed and in another setting could have been her personal trainer. Even without thinking about what was about to happen, Claire felt her heart skip a beat as he led her down the hall. As they walked, the sounds of pleasure were unmistakable behind every door they passed, which only served to heighten Claire's sense of anticipation. 

They entered a small but beautifully appointed room, not unlike a nice studio apartment in a resort. Dark blues and reds were off-set by small down lights giving it a feeling of warmth. Claire's professional brain noted the design and approved. Other parts of her brain were beginning to react to very different signals.  

"If you don't mind," Matt asked, "we spend some 

time getting to know new clients first. I really enjoyed reviewing your practical. I think we'll have some fun together." She blushed.

They began to talk, and within moments Claire felt wonderfully at ease with Matt and soon they were laughing together. This must be one of the more crucial parts of this process, she thought. In order to feel relaxed and open to being 'serviced' – this was the word that seemed to sum it up – the client would need to have a certain rapport.

After a while, Matt stood up. 

"Right! I'll be back in a moment. You can take your clothes off and slip into the robe provided, and then we'll get started."

Her heart was thumping so loud she felt sure that the young lady at reception would be able to hear it. She quickly stripped and pulled on the crimson silk gown hanging behind the door. A reclining lounge was the dominating feature of the room, and she tentatively sat down on it. It looked like a first class equivalent of a dentist chair. The leather was soft, comfortable and warm. She let the robe fall open and hoped this wouldn't be inappropriate, and immediately smiled at how ridiculous that thought was.

Matt came back into the room. Without a word, he walked over to her, and in one fluid movement slipped an eye mask over her face. Plunged into sudden darkness, she gasped. She sat back, breathing hard, heart thumping, trying to ascertain what he was up to. She strained her ears for the movement of his body, but heard nothing. Was he watching her? The seconds stretched out. Her mind began to conjure images of what was happening, or going to happen. She became aware of scents in the air. Soft aromatics, warm and spicy and arousing. She was aware of the warmth of the room, and now she could hear him, moving quietly around the room. His movements stirred the air and she could feel it across her exposed skin. The fine hair on her forearms stood up. She was aware of the texture of the leather beneath her. She reflected that usually her own pleasure was a rushed process, hurried and ill-prepared. This imposed patience was just another layer added to the feelings now coming alive within her.

The seconds ticked by and still he made no move towards her. The anticipation was delicious, and she found that the initial tension raised by the deprivation of her sight was replaced with the tension of the how's and why's and what's. She was becoming aroused as her mind's eye continued to play out ever more explicit scenarios. Were there people watching, like she had fantasised during her practical? Perhaps Matt was getting himself off while he looked at her? She pictured her own pussy, her lips beginning to glisten. She felt like she could even perceive the folds of silky flesh within her parting and sliding. She found herself squirming in the seat. She was incredibly turned on, and still Matt had not even touched her. She loved to use her imagination while she masturbated, but again she thought about how rushed everything usually was. Now, she indulged it, letting each scenario build and take shape.

Finally, she could stand it no longer. Anticipation and patience were one thing but such was her desire to come she decided she couldn't wait. She moved her hand over her belly, her fingers seeking out her throbbing, pulsing clit. But just as her fingers reached the spot she longed to touch, strong hands seized her wrist. She gasped. Her wrist was moved back to her side, and swiftly restrained. A second later the other wrist was similarly held. Now she was deprived of both sight, and the use of her hands. This served to ramp the tension to another level. She had never been tied down before, though it was an idea she had used in her fantasies.

Claire expected that this change in mood would mark his beginning to touch her, but again he immediately stepped away. She was almost overwhelmed by now. There was a small amount of give in the bonds holding her wrists, but nowhere near enough to let her touch her swollen clitoris. She was on fire, desperate to feel something, anything. Her hips ground against the chair, and she tried crossing and uncrossing her legs, but to no avail. 

"Touch me," she whispered. "Please". 

"Touch me." This time the plea was louder, more insistent.

Finally, after she thought the anticipation would become too much, his strong hands held her ankles, and slid upwards. There was warm oil in his hands smelling of the same aromatics she had sensed before. Where he touched her skin, she tingled. His hands rubbed up over her thighs and hips, over her belly, then upwards and outwards towards her shoulders. Her hips had stopped moving, such was the delicious sensation his hands were delivering. Her skin tingled all over as he rubbed and massaged her arms, shoulders, neck, then smoothed his hands back over her tummy. 

His hands slowed as they moved down her body. She was holding her breath as they crept lower and lower. Her legs parted as his thumbs moved over the tiny patch of hair between her legs. He very carefully parted her lips, letting the air play across her inner petals. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp as the acute awareness of her body heightened the sensation. For the briefest of seconds, one delightful moment, the pad of his thumb barely grazed her clit. This time she cried out and moved her hips, trying to prolong the contact, but he was already gone. His hands never left her body, but slid up to trap a nipple each. He rolled them in his fingers, increasing the pressure slowly until she felt like bolts of electricity were shooting up and down her body. 

Suddenly he stopped. 

"NO!" she yelled. But again he stepped away from her and left her begging. She was just about to scream at him when all at once he returned. A hot tongue enveloped her clitoris at the same time his fingers parted her wet lips and slid inside her.

Behind the eye mask she saw bursts of light. His tongue felt serpentine, weaving over and around her clit as his fingers gently parted her pussy. In her state of sensory deprivation she could feel the contrast between the heat of his mouth and a channel of cooler air that drifted over her most intimate flesh. Every exquisite movement, each tiny manipulation felt amplified. She felt as though she could discern every bump on his tongue, every microscopic ridge on the pads of his fingers.

She strained against the bonds that held her wrists, longing to add her own touch to his. Her tummy felt hot and tight and she could sense the distant rumblings of what would soon consume her. She could perceive an avalanche of pleasure tumbling and roaring towards her. She moaned and panted as his fingers and tongue fell into rhythm, pumping and flicking, sliding and stroking.  

She sensed the power behind the climax. This was not a pleasant little afternoon shiver. This was not a hurried fumble when a spare moment arose. 

This was building and growing and rushing. It was doubling itself as it gathered in her lower belly. Then she felt a microscopic moment of falling.

She came. The orgasm surged through her as the flat of his tongue traced circles over her clit. The pleasure rolled through her in wave after wave after wave. It pierced her and spread to every nerve ending, every millimetre of skin. She became aware that the loud moan that she could hear was her own. 

His tongue circled slower and slower around her 

clit until her body went limp and a languid heaviness spread through her. He removed the mask, and he smiled down at her. She realised in a haze that while her vision was restored, her hands were still held fast. His hand was still resting on her lower stomach, his fingers splayed. The feeling was quite lovely. He began to very gently massage the still slippery skin there, manipulating the area in slow, gentle circles. She felt peaceful, and she smiled at him. 

She looked back at Matt's hand on her stomach, and even as she watched, his finger slid between her swollen lips and into her soaking pussy once again. He was careful to avoid her clitoris, which felt too sensitive to be touched. Once inside her his movement stopped. 

Claire looked back at him, and their eyes were glued to each other as his finger turned, gently stroking the front wall of her vagina. Already her breathing was speeding up as she contemplated what he was trying. She had never tried to have multiple orgasms, as her clit was always almost painful to touch after the first. 

But he continued to probe inside her, his movements slow and deliberate. A second finger joined the first, and together they stretched her open. The cool air against her soft skin felt amazing, and he paused, taking his sweet, torturous time. He went back to searching for that little bundle of magic just inside her. This was uncharted territory for Claire. She had stimulated this spot in a fumbled and incidental way during her self-exploration, but he distinguished it with a practiced ease that made her tremble. 

She also revelled in the sensation of surrender; he was in control, he was the expert, he was the professional. She whimpered beneath his searching fingers, and loved it. His fingers traced circles around that spot, and with each circle, her arousal grew. He changed direction, stroking with long slow movements from inside to outside. As she threw her head back and closed her eyes, his other hand gave her clit the gentlest brush. This caused her to start, but not shy away. Inside her, Matt's fingers rubbed more firmly, while outside his pressure on her clit increased with every stroke. He seemed to sense the right pressure she needed, keeping the contact less direct than before. The effect was exquisite. 

Finally, his fingers found a rhythm, stroking, rubbing. She lifted and parted her knees, spreading herself further for him. She felt so utterly aroused that she didn't care how brazen this might appear. Her eyelids fluttered, and the room seemed to fade away as her second orgasm erupted. Her pussy gushed over Matt's hands as they scissored back and forth. White hot pleasure seared every cell in her body until she almost couldn't take it.

Then she was floating. Her hands were across her body, hugging herself as she floated out of a warm cloud of delicious sensation. Matt was pulling the silk robe over her, though she was barely able to focus on him. He whispered something in her ear, and the feeling of his breath on her neck made her shudder. He smiled and left, closing the door quietly as he did so. 

After a while, she stood on shaky legs and dressed herself. She could feel her cheeks were flushed as she walked back to the reception desk. The girl behind the desk asked her if she had enjoyed her first session. All Claire could do was nod. She'd done more than enjoyed it. Clearing her throat, she made another booking.



The Salon Ch. 02



Donna looked at her phone 5.20pm and wondered whether nerves would get the better of him. In the days since giving Jeremy a special massage she had jumped every time the phone rang or when Nico had called her, dreading their little secret was out. But if someone had found out surely they would have said something she thought to herself.

Donna looked round The Salon it was virtually deserted, Kayleigh was just finishing off a middle aged lady. Another girl Alice, was packing her equipment away, Val kept on looking at the clock on the wall. Each of them hoping another customer would not enter and so make them stay beyond their shift. 

She wondered how far she would go with Jeremy this time as she recalled his inexperienced hands trying to worn their way into her knickers. She smiled to herself, if everything went well she would let him slip a finger or two into her pussy, get naked for him and give him a fully nude massage.

Looking again at her phone and her heart skipped a beat as Jeremy entered eliciting a groan from the rest of the staff. Not wishing to make it too obvious she greeted him, 'cut is it?'

'Yes please,' he replied playing along.

'Take a seat,' as she ushered him to her station, 'just a trim is it?'

He nodded as Donna put a drape round him and as she tucked it round his collar whispered, 'the other's will be gone soon okay.'

He caught her eye in the mirror and blushing slightly nodded to her.

A few minutes later he heard the blinds go down and saw the "open" sign being turned over to "closed." Finally the voices of some of the staff as they took this as their queue to leave.

Later, Donna was aware it was just Nico and Alice with her customer. Alice finished off her customer and let him out of the shop.

Nico then instructed Alice, 'can you lock the door please.'

Jeremy felt a shiver of excitement on hearing the sound.

Alice passed them as she collected her belongings, 'see you Donna.'

'Night.'

At the far end of the shop Nico remained. 'Nico, you can go if you like, I'll lock up after this customer.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah.'

'Okay then, see tomorrow.'

Donna left it a few moments before she whispered, 'I'll just lock the door.'

Jeremy was nervous but terribly excited this excitement reached a crescendo as he heard the door being locked.

Donna returned, 'so what can I do for you then young man?'

'A...' he tried to speak, 'a massage.'

'Is that a normal massage or a Donna special massage for you today?'

'A special one please if that's okay.'

She smiled as she stood back from the chair, 'you better follow me then.'

Jeremy followed behind her ogling her big round bum which was encased in a pair of tight jeans. Once inside Donna reached in her pocket for the key, 'just in case anybody should come in.'

'They won't will they?'

'Maybe,' Donna laughed, 'but you're only having a massage aren't you?'

'But.'

'But,' she teased.

'I thought I was getting a Donna special massage.'

'Mmm,' she smiled before looking him up and down. 

Jeremy swallowed hard, 'I am getting a massage like last time aren't I?'

'And what happened last time?'

Jeremy felt himself blush, 'you know.'

'I don't.'

'When you...' his sentence petered out.

Donna smiled, 'your face, I'm only teasing you. You shall get a massage, but it might not be like last time.'

'Oh...'

'Perhaps we might go a bit further this time, would you like that?'

Jeremy nodded excitedly, 'shall I take my clothes off?'

'Yes, all of them.'

'What about...' his voice petered out.

'You want me to take, all my clothes off too?'

He nodded unable to speak.

She smiled looking him up and down as she slowly began to undress, 'okay then, but I'm keeping my knickers on.'

'Can I...'

'Yes you can play with my tits, you liked doing that didn't you?'

'Yes,' he groaned, 'very much.'

Jeremy stood admiring Donna in her knickers, made up of a black triangle of mesh-like material at the front held by two tiny straps one of which cut through her tattoo. Best of all, the material was see-through which afforded him the first view of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. The image in marked contrast to most of the women he had seen on-line who were shaved. 

Donna noticed him staring and looking down at her knickers remarked, 'can you see?'

He nodded.

'You like?'

'Yes,' he spluttered. 

'I used to be fully shaved for my boyfriend, but not now, but I like to keep it trimmed.'

'I really...'

'What is it Jeremy?'

'Would you be able to let me see you?'

'You want me to take my knickers off for you?'

He nodded, 'would you?'

'Cheeky, my knickers stay on,' she paused before whispering, 'for the moment.'

As Donna looked on, Jeremy removed the remainder of his clothes conscious that he was fully aroused.

'I can see you're looking forward to your massage.'

Aware she was looking at his arousal, Jeremy nodded.

'Onto the table then.'

'How do you want me?'

'Lie on your back, I can see there's some localised swelling we need to work on.'

Jeremy got onto the massage table and laid on his back as instructed whilst Donna applied some oil to her hands. As she slowly walked towards he was afforded an even clearer view of her panties. 

Donna was at the edge of the massage table as Jeremy gulped in air at the sight before him. For less than a foot away from him was her barely covered pussy. The see-through black material stretched tight against it. Close up the short pussy hair was darker than her hair colour but matched the colour of her eye-brows. As he continued staring Donna began her massage. 

Recalling her words the previous week when he had tried to worm his way into her jeans and summoning up all his courage Jeremy tentatively stroked along the material of her knickers. Donna did not react and he wondered if he had done the wrong thing. 

A few moments later Donna, seemingly oblivious to his touches, commented, 'oh no I've run out of oil, I'm just going to get some more,' as she stopped the massage and went over to the drawer where Kayleigh kept her oils. She opened the top drawer and rooted round for a bottle of massage oil. But something reflective caught her eye, Donna looked again, the dirty slut, she thought to herself as she retrieved a bottle.

Donna curled her hands round his shaft, slippery with massage oil and slowly began to wank him as she thought about her very recent discovery and even toyed with the idea of using one.

Jeremy looked up at Donna her large breasts hanging down invitingly as he reached up to stroke them. But he wanted to go that bit further, so with his hand he went lower touching her tummy circling round the stud in her navel. He held his breath, closed his eyes and wished, wished she would let him, would not protest as his hands snaked lower lower down her smooth stomach. The tips of his fingers came into contact with her knicker elastic and they burrowed under down further until they reached her pubic hair. Jeremy gasped as he touched it for the first time.

Would she let him touch her properly? Slip a finger inside her? His nervous and inexperienced fingers went lower, lower, he heard Donna give a moan, read it of encouragement as he sneaked further down. 

He groaned as Donna began to increase the strokes, he would soon cum but he wanted to touch her first. He pressed this time Donna's moan was more audible, down even further the tips of his fingers encountered moisture he tentatively rubbed.

This time Donna gave out a proper moan as she gripped even tighter and really began to pump his cock as she leant over him so her nipples were close to his soon to ejaculate cock.

Seeing her nipples so close was a vision from heaven as intuitively he licked one, before taking it in his mouth and sucking hard. 

He heard Donna gasp, before he let out a long groan of his own as the first arc of cum shot out the top of his cock splattering all over Donna's breasts. Donna gave a gasp as she directed his erupting cock to her breasts. 

'Oh Jeremy,' she exclaimed as he finally stopped and she stood up and moved away, thus removing his hands from her knickers, 'look!'

Jeremy looked at his handy-work. Her breasts were covered in his semen which slowly began to run down her cleavage and onto her stomach.

'You've made a right mess,' as she placed the palm of her hand on her stomach preventing a blob of his cum running down to her knickers.

'Sorry.'

'It's okay,' smiling as she began to rub it into her breasts, 'supposed to be good for the skin,' she said by way of explanation, 'plus it's sexy.' 

Jeremy gasped.

'But now I can't put my clothes on like this, I'll have to have a shower. Do you mind?'

'Sorry.'

'If I jump in with you?'

Jeremy gulped.

'We can soap each other down if you like?' Maintaining eye contact Donna continued as she pointed at her panties, 'I better get these off too,' as moments latter she eased them down her legs.

Jeremy's cock had barely wilted but seeing Donna's pussy properly for the first time soon had his erection returning with a vengeance.

'Come on Jeremy stop staring and into the shower,' as she ushered him off the massage table and into the shower.

The shower cubicle was in the corner of the room and entry was gained by a perspex water-tight door. As Jeremy entered he felt Donna's hands on his buttocks, 'bit further in, I need to close the door.'

He moved forward so he was facing the wall, Donna leant round him and turned on the shower. Jeremy shivered as an icy blast covered him but the water soon became warm. 

Donna's breasts squashed again him as he felt his own sticky cum on his back as she leant forward to get some shower jell.

'Shall we soap you down and get rid of all the mess?' Donna did not wait for a reply as she ran a soapy hand over Jeremy's cock, surprised at how hard it remained, 'does it ever go down?'

'I don't know.'

Donna laughed as she squeezed it drawing a gasp from Jeremy, 'can you turn round, so I can do your chest.'

Slowly Jeremy turned round, his hands brushing Donna's breasts and his cock touching her side just below the rib-cage, 'sorry.'

'Don't worry, there's not much room in here is there?'

'No.'

'And even less room with this thing,' Donna stroked his cock as Jeremy arched his back in pleasure.

Donna smiled to herself as she lathered up his stomach and chest. She then put her arms round his back and pulled him close so his cock squashed between her navel and breasts. Keeping him tight to her she slowly stood up on her tip toes so that Jeremy's soapy penis slid up her stomach.

Jeremy groaned in pleasure.

Rubbing against his hardness brought on a wanton sensation in her pussy. She wondered if he had any idea he was turning her on so much. Moaning again as she reached down and stroked Jeremy's cock, before looking him in the eyes. 'I love it when my tits are up against your chest and you're pressing against my tummy like that.'

In reply her pulled her even closer savouring her breasts which were squashed just below his chest. Wanting more his hands gripped her buttocks pushing her even tighter to him.

'Oh Jeremy,' Donna moaned liking the way he took control, before looking him in the eye and tilting her head upwards placing an arm round his neck and pulling him downwards. She kissed him passionately as their tongues eagerly probed each others mouths.

They stopped kissing and Donna said 'time for you to soap,' pointing to her breasts, 'these, there's still some of your cum on them.'

Jeremy almost in a trance nodded as he squirted some shower jell onto his hands and then slowly began to massage it into Donna's breasts. After he had lathered them up he held a breast in each hand lifted them up feeling their weight before gently squeezing them. The spray from the shower soon removed the lather and as he looked down at her nipples they were stiff just like his cock. 

Looking down beyond her breasts Jeremy desperately wanted to touch her pussy but was too shy.

'What are you looking at?'

Jeremy swallowed hard as he fought to express himself.

Donna smiled, 'do you want to touch me?'

Jeremy nodded and replied, 'yes.'

'Have you ever touched a girl down there?'

'No.'

Donna smiled encouragingly.

Gingerly Jeremy ran his hand down Donna's stomach before skirting along the edge of her groin not really knowing what to do next. 

'You can go lower if you want,' Donna whispered.

Jeremy nodded as he followed her instruction his fingertips gently venturing lower as Donna parted her legs.

Encouraged Jeremy reached under her and cupped her pussy in his hand. Next, he felt Donna's hand on his as she whispered, 'finger me.' As Donna took his first and index fingers and rubbed them up against her opening.

Jeremy groaned not believing what was happening what this very forward older girl was letting him do to her as his fingers slid in and out of her pussy. Surprised as how wet, hot and tight she felt. 

Donna began to moan softly, each moan making his penis even stiffer.

'Touch my clit,' she whispered.

'Sorry!' As moments later he felt Donna's fingers on his directing him upwards.

'Rub me there.'

He rubbed the small nub of smooth skin.

'Oh that's good,' she moaned as he continued to rub.

Donna had gone much further than she had thought she would go with him. But the discovery in the drawer and the continued ache in her pussy which Jeremy's fingers were merely stoking and not quenching, led her to whisper in his ear, 'is this for me?' As she gripped his penis. 

Disengaging his fingers he nodded nervously.

Donna smiled at his response and the realisation her boundaries would soon be broken. 'Lets get dried off then.' She then turned off the water, opened the door and stepped out of the shower taking hold of Jeremy's hand. She then wrapped a large towel over herself and beckoned Jeremy to join her. Wrapped up they kissed again. As in the shower Donna held him close, his hot hard cock pulsating against her stomach. 

She moaned softly, before whispering, 'I've got something for you.'

As she disengaged from him he wondered what she meant. His eyes followed her as she walked naked over to the cupboard where she had earlier got some massage oil. 

She soon returned, one of her hands was behind her back as she said, 'close your eyes and hold your hand out.'

Jeremy obeyed as moments later something light was placed in the palm of his hand.

'You can open them now.' Opening his eyes Jeremy gasped as he suddenly became light headed steadying himself on the massage table.

Donna smiled at his nervousness the sense of trepidation and fear in his eyes. Her rock-hard nipples inches away from his chest as she whispered, 'you know what this is for don't you?'

Jeremy, heart now pounding just nodded.

Smiling she whispered, 'do you want to?'

Jeremy gasped, 'you mean now? With you?'

She nodded as she noticed his hands were shaking his face bright red, 'well?'

'Ere, God, I wasn't expecting, you know this...' but then belatedly realising that he was being offered sex on a plate, 'yes, yes of course I want ...'

Donna gently touched his hand, 'you are you sure about this? Because if ...'

'Yes, yes I'm sure, sorry I'm really nervous.'

'I know,' replied Donna, 'we'll go easy.' She then smiled at him as she asked, 'do you want me to put it on for you?'

'Yes, I think so ... my hands won't stop shaking.'

Donna gently tore open the packet and gripping his cock in one hand gently rolled down the condom with the other. 'Does that feel okay?'

'A bit strange,' replied Jeremy as the condom gripped the base of his cock making it swell even more.

'We've got plenty of time, there's no need to go just yet, just get used to it for a while.'

He nodded, still not believing he was going to loose his virginity.

They kissed again. Donna reached down and felt his cock, encased in rubber with a smell of latex, not as sexy as bare skin but she couldn't risk going without.

She gently kissed his cheek before whispering, 'just you tell me when you're ready,' and rubbed the small of his back.

Jeremy swallowed hard, looked Donna in the eyes and replied, 'now please, I'm ready now.'

Donna smiled and led him by the hand to the massage table. With her back to the table she brought Jeremy up close to her and kissed him, pausing she asked, 'you do want this don't you?'

'Yes, why?'

'It's only that I'm a bit older, I don't want to take advantage of you and you might have been waiting for someone special.'

'No,' he replied, 'you're special.'

She smiled, although it was a cheesy thing to say, coming from Jeremy it was so genuine. Kissing him gently on the lips and whispering, 'you're so sweet Jeremy,' before easing her bottom onto the massage table and lifting her feet off the ground. Finally she beckoned Jeremy to move closer.

Jeremy shivered in expectation as his thighs came into contact with hers. He looked down at her trying to take everything in, her full breasts, the stone in her belly button, the tattoo he has first seen on his earlier visit and finally her trimmed pussy which he was soon to enter.

Donna then kissed him before raising her feet slightly opening herself up for him. As he eased forward, he felt Donna's hand grip his cock as she directed it to her pussy.

'Just push forward when you're ready.'

He nodded before following her instruction. A moment later he was inside her as he felt her smooth calves circle behind his legs.

Donna groaned, his cock felt really good. It was a decent size and felt bigger than her previous boyfriend's. She had really missed sex and hoped Jeremy would not cum too quickly as she instructed him, 'just stay like that until you get used to me.'

He nodded as he looked down and saw for the first time his penis up to the hilt in Donna's pussy.

'That feel good?'

'Amazing.'

She slackened the grip of her calves, 'slide out.'

Jeremy followed her instruction.

'Now back inside me.'

He did, but far too quickly.

Donna gasped and her breasts wobbled, 'not so rough, just go really slow.'

'Sorry.'

'It's okay,' and not wishing to crush his confidence remarked, 'you feel really good inside me,' she stroked his hair, 'slow and gentle now.'

With that he slid in again too quickly and then out as Donna's whole body shook. 'Ahhhh,' he groaned, 'this is so good.'

'Yes Jeremy, slide all the way into me.'

He moaned as he slid back inside her.

'Try to get a rhythm going, try to move in time with me.'

'Okay,' he replied.

'You're doing well,' she commented as his cock slid out of her, then back in at which she instructed, 'just stay there inside me, keep it in.' With that Donna flexed her pelvic floor muscles. 

Jeremy moaned as the whole length of his cock was squeezed by Donna's pussy.

'You like that?'

'Yes,' he panted.

'Need to make it good for you,' as she relaxed her muscles.

'Yeah,' he grunted as he slid out.

As he slid back inside he was captivated by how her breasts wobbled and tummy rippled. Staying deep inside her with her nipples close to his chest he traced the tan-lines across the top of her chest.

'Mmm,' that's nice remarked Donna enjoying the way he was affectionately albeit it slightly clumsily touching her. She smiled wickedly at him as she again gripped him tight in her pussy enjoying the groan of delight it caused.

Donna saw him look down and remarked, 'can you see yourself inside me?'

'Yes.'

'Look sexy?'

He nodded gasping, 'I can't believe this is happening.'

She smiled as she gave him a little pinch on the arm, 'see it is, it's not a dream your having.'

He groaned as he looked down and watched his condom encased cock slowly slide out of Donna before sliding back in much slower then before.




The Salon Ch. 02



'Mmmmm,' Donna purred, 'that's really good, oh it feels really good when you do it like that.'

Jeremy looked at her face for a few moments then down to her smooth thighs either side of him which he gave a gentle stroke to before bringing a hand round behind her stroking the top of her bottom. In doing so her nipples bumped into his chest which sent a current to his own nipples which in turn seemed to send something down through his whole body. Energised by this he leant forward kissed her neck, smelt her hair still damp, then kissed her more passionately on the lips finally sliding into her harder than before then out again.

'Oh Jeremy, not so rough.'

'Sorry.'

Donna saw his strained face, 'what is it?' 

'I think...' as he slid back into her.

'Are you going to cum?'

'Yes, I think so...'

Donna felt a stab of pleasure in her pussy, but she was way off her own orgasm. 

Jeremy speeded up and began thrusting in and out of her. Donna's large breasts bounced and her bottom moved in tiny movements backwards and forwards on the massage table in time with his thrusts.

Donna placed the palm of her hand on his chest, hoping he would pull out and let the excitement pass, perhaps kiss her, suck on her nipples before re-entering. But not Jeremy as he arched his back and let out a loud groan as his body began to convulse.

Donna's thighs were buffeted against his as Jeremy leant his full weight against her, his chest squashed against her breasts as he ejaculated into the condom.

'Are you okay.'

'Yes,' he replied his voice drained.

'That was pretty intense.'

He nodded not really knowing how to respond.

As he slid out, Donna looked down at the condom making sure it hadn't split.

He remained standing between her thighs regaining his breath and getting used to the strange sensation that he was no longer a virgin. 

He so wanted to hug her, kiss her thank her from the bottom of his heart. But instead just stared at her and saw there was a trace of disappointment in her face. 

After bit of a silence, it was Donna who spoke first, 'you sure you're okay?'

'Yes.'

Donna was unconvinced by his reply and worried about potential loss of her job, 'what is it?'

He shifted uncomfortably.

'What Jeremy?'

'Did you, you know, have an orgasm?' 

She stroked his hand, 'no not this time.'

'Oh,' he replied before adding, 'sorry.'

'It's alright, women don't cum as easily as men, don't believe all what you see in porn, the mood has to be right,' she saw a look of anguish in his face and didn't want to hurt his feeling by saying he was a bit too rough at the end and it was over far too quickly, 'sorry I didn't mean you Jeremy, it was still good.'

He felt acute disappointment as he saw Donna ready to gather her clothes. 

'What are you doing?'

'Time to go.'

Jeremy looked at her naked body again wanting this moment to last forever.

'What is it?

'Donna.'

'Yes.'

'Can I...' he paused and took a deep breath.

'What is it?'

'Can I massage you please.'

'Really, you mean now?'

'Yes.'

'I don't know, we should be...'

'I really want to.'

'I guess, if that's what you want to do, you can give me a quickie massage.'

He nodded, 'you'll have to tell me what to do I've not done one before.'

Donna smiled and laid on her front on the massage table, 'you don't have to use much oil, just to squirt some on your hands first, you can start on my shoulders.'

Jeremy nodded as he followed her instruction 

Donna had expected him to request that she immediately turn over so he could feel up her breasts or finger her pussy but instead he had spent ages gently massaging her shoulders, back and stroking the skin with the tips of his fingers. For someone so inexperienced he seemed to know just where to touch. 

He then went lower gently stroking her upper thighs making no attempt to part them which she was expecting. Donna gave a blissful sigh commenting, 'oh that's so nice Jeremy.'

'Is it?'

'Yes, don't sound surprised, you're really quite good at this aren't you?'

'Am I?'

'Mmmm yes you are, very good in fact,' before adding, 'I'm glad I stayed now.'

'Really?'

'Mmm.'

Jeremy gazed at her bottom, lovely and round her white skin covered in a delicate down. At the top of her left cheek she had a small freckle, which Jeremy gently circled. 

'Oh that tickles.' 

Jeremy continued to gently circle round her freckle, loving the feeling of her soft skin against the tips of his fingers. Next he began to massage delicate little circles on one cheek then another before gently stroking the hollow of her back before returning to her cheeks. 

'You really like my bum don't you?' As she felt his hands linger on her bottom.

Jeremy felt himself blush as he responded, 'yes.'

'Would you like to give me a little smack?'

'Why?'

Donna responded with a little giggle, 'because it turns me on.'

'Does it?'

'Mmm, but not too hard though.'

'Okay,' he replied nervously as he gave her a gentle smack and watched her bottom ripple a slight red mark left on her white skin.

'Mmm,' moaned Donna, 'do you want me to that again?'

'Can I?'

'So you like doing that to me?'

Jeremy nodded.

'Good, you can go a bit harder if you want.'

Jeremy smacked her bottom as instructed and in response to her yelp said, 'sorry.'

'It's alright, you don't have to stop, what you're doing feels so good.'

Jeremy smacked her bottom a few more times, before massaging her cheeks gently touching the slight red marks which his earlier ministrations had caused. Eventually running the tips of his fingers between her cheeks which caused Donna to softly moan.

'Sorry.'

'No that's really nice Jeremy,' as Donna parted her legs slightly just to show him just how nice it felt and there was nothing to be sorry about. She had not cum and could feel herself getting more and more turned on. But to her great frustration Jeremy did not appear to get the message as his hands moved to her lower back. She gave a groan of frustration.

'What is it?'

'Are you teasing me?'

Jeremy didn't know what she meant, 'no why?'

'Why do you think I opened my legs?'

Suddenly the penny dropped as Jeremy mumbled an apology before asking, 'do you want me to massage you between your legs?'

Donna responded by taking his hand placing it at the very top of her thighs, 'massage me there.'

Jeremy began massaging the tops of her thighs. His touches were good as they sent little messages of encouragement to her pussy. But she wanted more which led her to comment, 'don't you want to go higher?'

'Can I?'

'Of course you can,' she paused, 'you can go as high as you like.' A few moments later she felt Jeremy's hands wander up towards her pussy, 'higher,' she implored. 

She smiled to herself as she heard Jeremy's gasp. 'What is it?' She asked.

'You're...'

'Mmmm, you've made me really wet.' 

Keen to investigate further, Donna moaned softly as Jeremy stroked her pussy, but that was not enough as she pushed herself down onto his hand and feeling a finger slide into her gasped 'oh yes.'

'That's it in and out,' she encouraged him as he began to finger her. Donna looked down at his cock it was now hard. 'You like doing that?'

'Yes.'

'I can see,' she paused before adding, 'you can use another finger on me if you want to.'

A moment later she felt another of his fingers inside her. Whilst his two fingers were good his cock would be so much better as she pictured it nudging against her G-spot. That and her fingers rubbing against her clit would be enough to make her cum, she thought to herself.

'Jeremy does that mean you want to fuck me again?'

'Yes,' he gasped equally surprised and turned on by her crude turn of phrase.

'Mmm so do I, the drawer's over there, should be some more condoms.'

Jeremy dashed over and started rooting about.

A few seconds later, Donna now sat on the massage table, heard his groan of frustration, 'what is it?'

'There aren't any.'

'No,' she moaned, 'you're joking,' as she got off the massage table and walked over.

Standing behind him, Jeremy felt her breasts against his back as Donna too began searching.

'Oh no,' she cried. Donna looked at his cock, it remained rigid and some of the semen had dried giving the appearance of peeling skin. The more she stared at it, the more her pussy began to ache especially as she thought about him fucking her from behind. 

'What is it?'

'Can't you see, I'm feeling really horny now.' 

Not waiting for response she continued, 'I want you again, I want you to give me an orgasm, but,' she looked down, frustration etched in her voice, 'no condoms and I'm not on the pill,' as she cursed herself for coming off it after she had split with her boyfriend. 

They remained facing each other, 'oh Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy,' she moaned. 'I really want it, want you, now.' She looked at his cock which remained hard as she pictured it sliding in and out of her pussy nudging against her G-spot ready to give her the orgasm which she craved. She then looked into Jeremy's eyes.

'What.'

'I need to ask you something now?'

He nodded.

'You know how horny and wet you've made me?'

'Yes.'

'I don't think you do.' 

As to leave him in no doubt she took hold of his hand and brought it to her pussy.

Jeremy's gasped, her pussy was even wetter than earlier on the massage table.

'See, I need to cum, badly, so either I frig myself off in front of you, or we could fuck again.'

'Can we?'

'Yes,' she paused before adding, 'it will have to be bareback.'

'Sorry.' 

Donna saw the look of unfamiliarity in his face, 'you've not heard of that expression before?'

He detected the desperation and longing in her voice as he shook his head.

'It means going without a condom.'

Jeremy replied with a sharp intake of breath.

'Would you do that for me?'

'I don't...'

She smiled, 'it will feel much nicer for you.'

'It will?'

'Oh yes, but, and you'll have to promise this.'

'Yes.'

'You can't cum inside me, if you think you are you must pull out of me. Do you understand.'

'I won't ... I will, I mean I've never cum three times before.' 

'Oh Jeremy,' she hugged him and in doing so his cock butted between them, 'go and wash him for me, quickly before I change my mind and come to my senses.' 

'Okay,' he replied excitedly as he went over to the shower squirted some jell onto his cock and washed it clean.

Donna meanwhile folded up a large towel and placed it on the floor before kneeling on it. When he exited the shower she beckoned him over to where she was standing, 'are you still okay with this?' 

'Yes.'

'And I can trust you?'

'Yes, yes.'

She felt her pussy give a little throb of excitement, 'we'll do it doggy, you know what that is don't you?'

'Yes.'

'Good,' with that Donna leant forward placing her hands on the floor. She felt so vulnerable with her pussy open and wet, yet she had never felt hornier. She looked over to Jeremy, 'get behind me then.'

He nodded as he went down on his knees behind her his cock hard and throbbing. 

Donna gave a little moan of excitement as she felt his knees, still wet from the shower, against the side of her shins. She knew she would soon have his bare cock inside her. She felt his hand stroke round her bottom before wandering up the side of her body and heard his nervous heavy breathing.

'Stop teasing me.'

She heard him gasp then felt something smooth gently rub between her cheeks, she let out a soft moan as she reached her hand round and gripped his throbbing shaft before opening her legs wider and directing it towards her wet lips. She rubbed him up and down a few times which elicited a soft moan from Jeremy. 'You okay?'

'Ah, yes,' he grunted.

'Now slowly slide into me.' 

Donna gave a long low moan as Jeremy slid his bare cock into her.

Without the condom Jeremy could really experience the wetness of Donna's pussy and he groaned in response to this new feeling of absolute pleasure. 

'Are you okay?' Asked Donna fearful he might cum.

'Yes, it just feels really different.'

'Better?'

'Yeah, I can't believe how good it feels.'

'Now Jeremy, slide it all the way in,' following her instructions she gasped as his knob nudged against her G-spot. 'Oh that feels good,' she sighed as she pushed against him to increase the pressure, 'oh yes Jeremy stay like that, just keep yourself pushed against me.'

Donna reached under herself and slowly began to stroke her clit. Then easing forward so the pressure was off before pushing back against Jeremy so the electric sensation was felt again deep inside.

Jeremy grunted.

'Are you okay?'

'Yes.'

'Not going to cum?'

'No, I don't think so.' 

With that Donna slowly began pushing back then gently easing forward whilst continually strumming her clit. She also began to slowly rotate her pussy against the bare cock deep inside her. It felt so good, it was a combination of the fact it was the first time he had gone bareback, the risk of getting caught but most of all the real risk. With his itchy trigger he could easily unleash his virile seed and impregnate her.

She felt his hands grip her hips as he held himself deep inside her, 'oh yes Jeremy,' she cried so turned on by the fact he was finally taking control. 

Donna groaned as she pushed back on his cock which in turn pushed up against her G-spot. As she continued to rub her clit she could feel it, she was going to cum with his bare cock inside her. 

'Ohh,' she groaned. Could she trust him not to cum? Would her tight pussy in the throes of an orgasm prove too much and milk him dry? But did she care? 'Oh Jeremy,' she cried, 'you and your cock are going to make me cum.'

She gave one final push as she felt herself tighten against the piece of meat inside her, squeezing hard against it then a huge release as she came. She recalled crying out his name, pleading for him to stay inside her whilst she rode her orgasm. At that precise moment she couldn't care whether he came, it was her orgasm which took precedence over everything. 

Her arms gave way so the side of her face was resting on the floor and so changing the angle of that lovely cock inside her, 'oh Jeremy,' she panted, 'that was so so good come here.' Donna groaned as he slipped out of her and scooted round to face her, she smiled and then kissed him, 'oh Jeremy,' as she caught her breath. Then she belatedly remembered as she reached down to her pussy expecting to find his semen dribbling out, but there was nothing she looked at his cock expecting it to be wilted but it was hard.

'You didn't cum?'

'No you told me not to.'

'Wow,' as she gave a sigh of relief, 'I thought you might have, heat of the moment and all that.'

'You said not to.'

'I know, but ...' she changed the subject as she instructed him, 'help me to my feet,' as she remained in post-orgasmic bliss.

She placed her arms round his shoulders as he helped her up. They stood facing each other as they kissed softly on the lips before holding each other close and savouring their naked bodies.

'Jeremy, that was so good, you were so good,' Donna whispered in his ear. When he did not respond she pulled away slightly so she could see his face. 

'What's wrong?' She asked as she saw an anguished look, she then realised he was still hard. 'What is it Jeremy?'

Jeremy did not reply instead his arms circled round her lower back feeling her bottom and the new and exciting sensation of her large breasts squashed against his torso.

Without her heels on he was that much taller and she felt a sense of vulnerability. This feeling soon came into fruition as Jeremy eased her backwards a few steps so she was up against the massage table. Digging his fingers into her bottom so she was pulled close to him his cock squashed against her just like earlier in the shower. He massaged her bottom slowly and then eased her up a few inches so it was now on the table.

'Jeremy what are you...' But as she looked down it was obvious what he wanted. She gasped in surprise, but was unable to say anything, her only gesture to bite her bottom lip. 

Jeremy did not reply as stood between her thighs he inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and slowly moved them in and out, she placed her hand over his shoulder but did not push him away. 

She gave a yelp as the tips of his fingers came into contact with her clit still sensitive from her recent orgasm. 

'Sorry,' he responded and a bit of the earlier nervous virgin returned. But that soon disappeared as she looked into his eyes. They contained the same look and wanton desire she had possessed earlier when he had initially left her unfulfilled. 

Donna looked down at his solid shaft still glistening with her juices then into his eyes, no longer the boy who she first met. He must have realised she would offer no resistance, wanted it as much as him, as cock in hand he edged forward parting her thighs as she opened up for him. He was now only inches away from her pussy. 

Jeremy looked at her, expecting a reaction but instead she did nothing, taking this as the green light to proceed he effortlessly slipped a few inches inside her.

As soon as his bare cock made contact with her pussy it felt amazing and so right. Against her better judgement she could not stop herself from circling her calves round his back pulling him in further. 

Once fully inside her Donna slackened her grip allowing Jeremy to slip gently out. She gave a nervous smile which Jeremy responded to by sliding his full length back into her wanton pussy. Jeremy grunted and groaned as he began to slowly slide in and out of her. His movements slow and purposeful not like the jerky inexperienced ones of the first time.

'Mmm, Jeremy that's sooo good,' she cried as she dug her heels into the backs of his upper legs.

Jeremy grunted a response as he slid out of her then back inside all the time maintaining eye contact. He felt her hands gently touching his side beckoning him to slow down even more.

Jeremy nodded and smiled as he gently brushed her hair aside before placing his hands over the tops of her shoulders, trying to savour the moment and taking as much as possible of her in. With his right hand he stroked down the side of her neck and across the top of her shoulder. Her skin was so smooth, soft and lovely and he vowed to never forget how wonderful it felt. 

'Ooh yes, that feels so good,' Donna responded, his transformation from inexperienced virgin to un-selfless lover had been miraculous. 

Jeremy let his hand slip south as he stroked her breasts and then cupped them. Feeling their weight in his hands still barely able to comprehend the events as he located a swollen nipple. Instinctively he pinched it as a split second later her pussy tightened against him. He let out an ecstatic moan.

'What is it?'

He pointed downwards.

'Mmm, that made my pussy twitch.'

'I felt it.'

Donna looked at him and smiled beckoning him to pinch her other nipple which he did.

'Ohh,' she moaned and by way of explanation, 'that one's more sensitive, I can really feel it in my pussy.'

Jeremy nodded as he pinched both nipples simultaneously and then felt her tighten round his shaft.

Donna gave out a slow moan, her pussy was throbbing, her whole body on edge and tingling with anticipation. She groaned as Jeremy's cock slid into her again. Every time he did that Donna could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she slathered his cock with her juices. If this kept on she would surely cum again.

Again Jeremy pinched both her nipples, this time the effect was even greater as his actions produced a direct current from her nipples down to her pussy instructing it to squeeze the cock inside her. 

Jeremy let out a sharp moan as Donna's throbbing pussy gripped him so tightly he had to stop still deep inside her.




The Salon Ch. 02



They remained still both breathing heavily looking into each others eyes, it was Donna who spoke first, 'you close then?'

'Yes.'

'My twitching pussy?'

He nodded.

She breathed a deep breath, 'well if you keep on playing with my nipples.'

'I can't help myself,' as he gently stroked down her cleavage.

'Jeremy,' she moaned, 'stop.'

'Sorry.'

'Now,' she paused, 'where do you want to do it?'

'Sorry?'

'Cum, do you want to do it on my tits again?' As she pictured his hot cum splattering all down her breasts whilst she strummed her clit with before cumming violently herself.

He shook his head.

'Jeremy,' Donna gasped assuming he wanted her to suck him off after he'd been inside her. It would not be the first time she had done such a thing and she felt a quiver of excitement at the thought of him cumming in her mouth. 'You want to do it in...' she paused as she licked round her lips, 'my mouth, you dirty boy.'

He shook his head again.

'Where then?' She asked puzzled, wrinkling her nose as she looked into his eyes.

For a few moments their eyes remained locked, Donna's breasts gently moving in time with her deep breaths. She registered a brief look of bewilderment as eye contact was lost. But then of surprise as she then followed Jeremy's eyes downwards to where he remained deep inside her. 

Jeremy heard her gasp then saw the look of surprise in her face. 

'Sorry... I shouldn't have...' as he slowly slipped out of her. 

Still between her legs Jeremy felt her hot breath on his cheek as she belatedly responded, 'it's alright ...I didn't mind you asking, but...' 

'I know...'

'I'm just surprised...'

'Sorry...'

'It's okay, you don't have to apologise.'

'I don't know why I ...' his words petered out.

'Is it really something you want to do to me?' 

Jeremy looked away from her, 'I don't know, I ...' 

Donna did not reply instead he felt her calves slowly moving up and down his legs before they gripped him drawing him to her so his penis was sandwiched between them.

'Oh Donna,' Jeremy whimpered.

'I don't know...' Donna said in a whisper as she looked into his eyes. Up until that point she was the one in control, for him to say such a thing had left her confused. She didn't know why she had rubbed the backs of his legs but it felt good to have his throbbing hardness so close. 

Donna looked into his eyes again, then downwards at his powerful thighs still between her legs. Stroking his bare chest surprised at how hot it felt under the tips of her fingers. She bit her lip. Her large breasts rising and falling in time with her deeper breathing. Donna could feel her body temperature rising, pinpricks of perspiration began to form in her lower back and between her breasts. But it was her pussy where she felt it the most. It was the thought of him wanting to fill her with his seed, but most of all it was the probability she might let him. 

He made to move away from her.

'What are you doing?'

'I thought...'

She looked at him for a moment, 'just stay like that Jeremy, it feels so good, you feel so good, I can feel you throbbing against me.'

He nodded.

'And, I'm thinking about what you want to do to me.'

He swallowed hard.

'Really thinking. You see I was shocked by what you said, what you want to do to me, but now,' she paused, 'I'm just so turned on, me even though...' she paused for a second time, 'you do know that I'm not on the pill?'

'Yes you said earlier.'

'So you do understand?'

'Yes.'

Donna moaned again.

'What is it?'

'That you know what this could lead to and you still want to.'

He nodded again. At that precise moment he couldn't care less about the possible repercussions, unloading himself into her pussy seemed the most natural thing to do.

'Oh Jeremy, I want you to, really want you to, but...' Donna lifted up her arm and brushed back her hair.

Jeremy stared at her intently before looking down at her pussy and then back up at her before whispering, 'please...'

Donna looked at him then his cock, 'you do really want to don't you?'

'Yes,' he replied, as he leant into her kissing her deeply and slowly and in doing so pressing the head of his cock against her.

'Oh Jeremy,' she moaned, before she said quietly to herself, 'it should be okay.'

Jeremy responded with a gasp of surprise.

And to leave him in no doubt Donna took a deep breath before giving a gentle nod of her head.

Jeremy groaned, his chest rising and falling and his face becoming increasingly flushed. 'You'll let me? 

'Yes.' Donna looked him up and down, she was so turned on. She could not explain why, was because the things he had done were beyond her wildest expectations. Or the fact it would be his first time cumming inside a girl?

Donna ran her hands over his torso before stroking the snake of hair which went up from his groin. Her hands ran down his back then up again her nails gently grazing his hot skin. Finally she dug her nails into his back pulling him closer so their faces were only inches apart. Staring intently at him, 'fuck Jeremy I want you so much.'

Jeremy nodded not believing what was happening

Donna moaned as she reached between them and took hold of his cock, hard throbbing and sticky with her juices. 'Mmm, tease me first though.'

'How?'

'Rub yourself up against my clit.' 

He nodded as gripping his cock he began to slide it over her clit, up, down and round in circles.'

'Oh Jeremy, pinch my nipples just like you did earlier.'

Jeremy gently circled a nipple with his free hand before squeezing it between his fingers. 

'Harder,' she instructed as she felt a direct current to her pussy. 'Oh yes that's good Jeremy.' Then taking hold of his hand that was on her nipple and whispering, 'Jeremy, oh please now.'

Jeremy moaned, knowing what she wanted but continuing to rub his knob against her clit. 

'Oh Jeremy, stop, stop teasing me.'

He deliberately ignored her as his swollen leaking knob continued to dance over her clit.

Donna moaned again in frustration before she took hold of his penis and adjusting herself so it was pointed directly at her opening. She then circled her ankles round his legs pulling him forward so he was an inch inside her. She moaned as his bare skin stretched her lips. But she wanted him properly inside her, so in a swift movement she placed her hands either side of her on the massage table and pushed herself forward thus impaling herself on his penis.

Jeremy gave a long soft moan before kissing her, and whispering in her ear, 'you are sure?'

Digging her nails into his back Donna replied huskily, 'mmm.' 

Jeremy slowly pulled right out of her his cock now drenched with her juices.

'Back inside me, I want you back inside me.'

Jeremy nodded his face contorted with pleasure.

'Oh yes, Jeremy, nice and slowly until...' she paused, 'just don't stop.'

As he slowly slid into her Jeremy looked down at his penis, observing how it was becoming wetter with every stroke. Its base contained a froth of her juices. 

'Oh fuck Jeremy,' she cried, 'pinch my nipples.'

Jeremy obeyed her instruction.

'Ohhh,' Donna groaned at the sensation, 'oh yes, can you feel that?'

'Yes,' he grunted as her pussy clamped around him, before he pinched them again.

Donna yelped in a mixture of ecstasy and pain.

Jeremy did not apologise instead he kissed her hard on the lips, his slippery tongue then invading her mouth. He'd had a dull ache in his balls, but not any longer as he could feel his orgasm start to rise. Pulling away from her lips he moaned, 'Donna,' as he expected her to change her mind. 

Instead she looked at him, nodded, smiled, 'I know.'

'I'm...'

'It's alright...' and to leave him in no doubt she pushed herself further onto him.

He left out a deep moan before spluttering, 'you sure?'

'Yes,' she hissed, 'yes, yes.' As she brought her hand down to her clit.

A split second later he proclaimed, 'oh Donna, Donna, oh, I'm cumming.'

Those two words sent Donna over the edge as an intense orgasm tore through her.

Meanwhile, Jeremy repeated her name over and over as his body convulsed and his cock began to spit out it seed. As he pumped deep inside her Jeremy felt utter helplessness akin to being at the edge of a huge precipice as the enormity of what he was doing belatedly hit him.

Donna gave a groan of satisfaction as she felt his cum flood her pussy. She had expected a couple of spurts at best but she felt jerk after jerk against her.

They remained locked together, breathing heavily. Jeremy could not believe how wet he had made Donna's pussy.

Eventually Jeremy slowly slipped out of her, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. His wilting penis sodden with their combined juices. He looked at Donna then down at her pussy, as a few moments later a dribble of his cum made its way out of her. 'Oh Donna, sorry...'

She smiled as she responded, 'thanks for the tip,' before saying in a quieter tone, 'it should be alright.' 

But as she got off the massage table and rubbed her tummy she experienced the first seeds of doubt.