She tasted so good, her lips glistening mine with her juices, I could feel her begin to slide my pants off, raising my hips to help her. I felt her hands run up my legs slowly, teasingly until the reached my thighs, squeeze and digging her nails into them, she grips and spreads my legs, as I feel her bend forward and start to kiss my inner thigh. I never let my tongue escape her hole, as I felt her lips get closer and closer to my pussy. I raised my hips, ushering her towards my pulsating fanny.
Sandy starts me off with some light stretches, getting us both warmed up. I quickly realised she’s a very hands on yoga instructor and before long starts using her hands to apply some pressure to my body as she helps me through the various exercises. Her hands would grip my muscles, my calf muscles, hamstring, quads, fairly high up, sending a shock through my body. I had never felt this kind of way when I was doing my yoga sessions with Corey. I’ve never felt this way especially with a woman touching my body. My mind was in confusion. My body was getting extremely turned on at the touch of Sandy’s hands against me. I think I must have let out a soft moan at some point.
Years had passed; we talked and talked all the time via text and through the Internet. Then one day we decided to meet up, and spend a couple of days together. We decided to have a night in a hotel, nerve were wreaking havoc driving to meet this wonderful girl I’d known for years but never met.
The moment had arrived, I parked at the hotel, got the room details, she had already arrived and checked in. I was so nervous I got lost on my way to the room. Eventually I found the room, *knock knock* my heart pounding as the door lock turns and she opens the door. My smile stretched across my face, my knees were weak and my heart beating was visibly through my T-shirt. She was a stunner, her long blonde hair, gorgeous smile, perfect teeth, she was shorter than me, but had the curves to make any man drool. I was in awe. I walked into the room, sitting down getting comfortable, as we sat next to each other on the bed, chatting away as if we had been doing this for years.
There I was laying on a table butt naked, with just a towel covering my lady parts, face down, waiting for my masseur. I hear the door open, “are you ready madam” I hear a husky french voice and immediately start to hope he isn’t attractive.
“Yes, I’m ready thank you”
He begins to pour oil into his hands, and starts to rub them together, gently placing them on the top of my back, running his hands up and down. The smell of lavender surrounding the room, as he starts to apply pressure to my shoulders, gently massaging them. I let out a soft moan, and he says “Oh, madame, you are very tense”.