Chapter 9 A Masseur's Message

Lisa leaned even further against his firm, sculpted body, her eyes closed and her soul lighter with each passing second. She could feel the tension leaving her body in waves as he worked firmly albeit slowly on her neck and shoulders. If not for the duct tape she had chosen to have over her mouth (she didn't even know why she had chosen to wear it), she'd have told him exactly how he was making her feel. That's why, she reminded herself, it is advisable to think before rejecting anything. When Jimmy showed up on her front door, towering almost half a foot above her, with a mesmerizingly hard body, bulging muscles and a sexy smile, and offering to give her a massage, she was instantly taken aback and full of suspicion. But on second thought and after a few questions and excellent responses, she had thrown off her bath towel and invited him in. And now, here they were - all naked and oily on the floor, giving and receiving brain-spinning amounts of pleasure and ecstasy. Lisa could feel his precum-dripping cock tapping gently at her lower back. That cock that looked like a curved coke bottle - hard and thick, always nodding and waving and crisscrossed with large veins - certainly guaranteed to give maximum pleasure. She shifted even further back against him and felt his tool slide up her spine, still warm and throbbing as steadily as ever. She reached back to fondle those heavy balls of his and the response was immediate.