Lemongrass & Touch

The scent of lemongrass candles hung thick in the air, a fragrant promise of relaxation as I lay face down on the plush massage table. My eyes were closed, a conscious effort to slow my breathing, to sink into the stillness. The rhythmic thrum of a distant bass line from somewhere in the city barely registered as I drifted deeper into a state of quiet anticipation. Moments stretched into minutes, and I found myself utterly lost within the sanctuary of my own thoughts, anticipating the pleasure to come. Then, a soft shuffle of feet, the rustle of fabric, and the gentle creak of the door announced his arrival. The scent of sandalwood and musk, a counterpoint to the lemongrass, filled the room as he moved closer, his presence radiating a potent mix of confidence and intent.

A sudden, insistent warmth enveloped my back as his hands, large and calloused, began their work. The heated oil, a blend of coconut and vanilla, seemed to melt into my skin, clinging to my muscles with luxurious abandon. His touch was deliberate, powerful, and undeniably skilled as he slowly spread his hands apart, moving across my back in broad, sweeping strokes. The knots in my muscles, accumulated from days of stress, protested with a low groan as he expertly worked them out, each press and pull releasing a wave of tension. The heated lubricant felt like liquid silk, coating my skin and intensifying the sensation. Time ceased to exist as I succumbed entirely to the pleasure, my body responding instinctively to his touch.

He shifted his focus to my legs, descending to my feet and slowly, methodically, working his way upward. My tight calves, accustomed to the strain of long commutes, complained under his therapeutic pressure, but yielded with a satisfying sigh as he continued his work. The heat of the oil, combined with his firm, confident hands, eased the stiffness, loosening my muscles and releasing the pent-up tension. As he moved towards my thigh, stopping just at the edge of the towel covering my bottom, a shiver of anticipation ran through me. The air thickened with unspoken desire, and my heart began to quicken its pace. My skin burned with a primal heat, a delicious ache that threatened to consume me. The muscles in my pussy involuntarily contracted, fighting against the mounting pressure, a silent plea for control in the face of overwhelming arousal.

He continued his upward progression, his hands tracing the contours of my inner thigh. Each slide along my skin ignited a fresh wave of pleasure, the rhythmic friction building a delicious tension that threatened to spill over into release. My breath hitched with every strong finger that brushed against my body, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through my veins. The scent of sandalwood intensified, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of the oil, creating an intoxicating cocktail that heightened my senses and deepened my desire. My body, unable to resist the pull of his touch, responded with a low moan, a release of pent-up tension that reverberated through my core.

As he refilled his palm with more oil, a few precious droplets escaped, clinging to my lips and mingling with the already wetness seeping from my pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing preview of the pleasure to come. Then, his hands, moving with a deliberate slowness, began their ascent, navigating the familiar terrain of my inner thighs. My mind screamed for him to continue, demanding more, feeding the growing fire within me. His fingers slid further, approaching the sensitive area that awaited them, before shifting course to massage around my pelvis. The pressure built, intensifying the heat and building a crescendo of anticipation. A guttural groan escaped my lips, a primal sound of pure, unadulterated desire. But before he could fully indulge my longing, his fingers deftly avoided my swollen, wet pussy lips and clit, a tantalizing tease that only heightened my frustration.

I could feel the blood draining from my head, replaced by a surging heat that radiated through every inch of my body. The pressure applied around my hips and belly worked deep into me, loosening my muscles and intensifying the pleasure. Lost in a delicious well of desire, I let my body respond instinctively to his movements, moaning softly as he matched my breaths, a silent language of longing and anticipation. His hands held my hips steady as I tried to squirm and force my clit against them, a futile attempt to regain control. But he extended two fingers, sliding them along the edges of my pussy lips, teasing me with their proximity.

Electric pleasure shot through my pussy, a jolt of pure, unadulterated sensation that sent shivers down my spine. The brief seconds between his strokes felt like an eternity, each delay a torment that only fueled my desire. My body waited, trembling with anticipation, for the next surge of pleasure. And then, it arrived. A new, deeper pressure, a more intense sensation that sent me spiraling into a vortex of ecstasy. I gasped, shaking my entire body as two fingers slid effortlessly into me, exploring the depths of my pleasure. The pressure on my g-spot built steadily, accompanied by a gentle touch to my clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My mind, stripped of its last vestiges of control, surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation, throwing myself into the delightful fire of pleasure that was consuming me. My fingers and face tingled with the intensity of the experience, my breathing quickening as I struggled to catch my breath.

His fingers controlled my movements, guiding me through a series of escalating sensations. When they pulled out, I looked up, a silent plea for more, but immediately, I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate three of them instead of two, a shocking and overwhelming expansion that left me breathless. The increased pressure, combined with the intensity of the pleasure, made my pussy feel tight, yet somehow, it still sought to contract, yearning for release. The conflicting and building sensations from my body were intense, a confusing mix of pleasure and anticipation.

I felt the end drawing near, the pent-up pleasure threatening to erupt. The wave of ecstasy felt like a tidal wave building within me, a force that could not be contained. I begged for release, desperate to let go and experience the ultimate climax. Finally, my body acquiesced. I exploded in a torrent of pleasure! As I shrieked in ecstasy, the waves pounded me, shaking my entire being. My toes curled and my fingers clenched the table, anchoring me to the present moment as I rode the crest of the wave. I was rocked with exquisite delight and release, a perfect culmination of sensation and desire.

As my overloaded senses slowly returned to awareness of the world around me, I opened my eyes to find myself alone once more. Oil and juices dripped between my thighs, a testament to the intense pleasure we had just shared. A slight chill sent goosebumps over my naked stomach and chest, a reminder of the vulnerability of my exposed skin. The euphoria of climax still pulsed through my body, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I felt satisfaction, but the desire for more lingered, a persistent echo of the intense pleasure I had just experienced.

And then, the door creaked open again…

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