Her Naked Masseuse Turned Into Her Lover

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Em had been at a loose end all evening, with nothing to look forward to except dinner which she would have in her room and then probably an early night. She was on another full-on business trip. The in-room meal had come and gone. She had done what she needed to do for her program the next day. It was nine o’clock. She thought briefly about looking in on the bar and nightclub in the basement of the hotel and rejected the idea. If she went there alone some man would try to pick her up and she wasn’t in the mood. Em preferred to contrive situations in which a man she fancied thought he had picked her up. Sometimes, not very often, she did the same with women. Em defined herself as curiously bisexual rather than seriously so. That night, though, she couldn’t be bothered. There was too little time and it would undoubtedly require too much effort. Besides, she’d made a promise to herself to be good on this trip. It was only a two-night schedule and this was the second night. She had eaten her dinner while wrapped in the hotel robe. Underneath it she was naked. She had allowed herself a secret buzz about that when the room service waiter was fussing around with her dinner and then later taking away the remains. She was lying back in the lounge seat beside the bed with the robe loosely open. She was looking at herself in the long, wide mirror facing her, Anadolu Yakası Escort which also showed the bed. The turn-down service had been in and the bed looked inviting, but Em wasn’t sufficiently tired yet to go to sleep. She looked at her body in the mirror and thought it looked reasonably trim. She had recently changed her style and gone for a Brazilian between the legs with just a little manicured triangle of pubic hair on her mound. Her pussy looked tasty, she thought. As she thought this her pussy lips opened slightly and her nipples hardened. “Oh,” Em thought, “I thought I was going to be good this trip.” She tried to scold herself but it didn’t work. Her pussy resisted all instructions to behave and be quiet. It was obvious too that her nipples were determined to stay hard. Em considered her options. She could get Vic to give her a buzz, but he’d already done that today. He had given her a morning wake-up treat in bed and was now recharging at the power point in the bathroom. She watched her left hand trace a sexy, lazy way down from her right nipple past her belly button and into her newly hairless slit. She saw two of her fingers slide into her vagina. “Well,” she thought, “I could just please myself.” She wasn’t in the mood for more self-stimulation that night, however. Yet on a whim Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan she thought that perhaps she could get an out call massage. She could just get a regular one, nothing fancy, with a masseuse. There were probably out calls available. Em kept her left hand in her pussy and with her right hand opened the draw in the bedside table and pulled out the yellow pages. She found the section that dealt with very personal services. She had by then decided that she would definitely have an out call massage. She did that sometimes when she was travelling. One entry caught her eye. It was from a place that offered out call massage with a masseuse, for ladies and gentlemen. Em considered this. Most of the out call massages she had in her hotel rooms were with masseurs. There was something especially erotic about being massaged naked by an unknown man in a strange room. These sessions invariably ended with hot sex. Em always found that especially erotic too. She was no stranger to sex with women but it was not the customary way she ended up shouting in her hotel room. That night, though, she thought that a woman’s touch would be rather nice, even just a straight massage. Her left hand started masturbating her. She told it to stop. It reluctantly complied with this instruction. Em checked Escort Anadolu Yakası the time (it was nine-fifteen) and dialled the required number from the room phone. She booked a two-hour masseuse massage. They told her Nona would be with her within thirty minutes. She would call from the lobby. Nona. Em knew the word as an informal name for grandma in Malay languages. It intrigued her to speculate about exactly what sort of Nona would appear in her room in thirty minutes. Perhaps it was an older woman. Em took a quick shower and lightly towelled herself half dry. She liked the sensation of being slightly damp at the beginning of a massage. Even if it was only a straight massage, being a little bit wet added a privately erotic touch to the show. She put on a black string and the robe, poured a whisky, and allowed speculative thoughts about her upcoming massage to enter her mind. These thoughts soon moved on to hot remembrance of her most recent illicit adventure. That had been the week before last in another hotel room, not her own, and in another city. She had been chatting with a man at the hotel bar and they found common ground, shared business interests and a sudden mutual desire to fuck each other. It had progressed to first flame quite quickly and then after a little while to second flame. This had been exactly where Em wanted it go. He had asked, “Should we go on?” and she had responded, “Well, I think so.” Five minutes later they were in his room, on his bed, Em was only in her stockings, he was half naked, and she was giving him her trademark blow-job. She had returned to her room, nicely shagged several times, as dawn began to lighten the street outside the hotel.

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