Pampered Pussy

I won a spa treatment at a raffle from a party; and, I was really looking forward to being pampered!  After one especially grueling evening class, I decided to treat myself.  There was this pretty blonde girl who answered the door; and I realized it was one of my professor’s teaching aids (but I don’t think that she recognized me).  She told me that they were about to close.  I told her that it was okay…I just wanted a massage and it didn’t have to be very long.  She exhaled, nodded, and let me in.  “You’ll have to go back by the sauna area; that’s the only table that still semi-set-up,” she said while she disappeared to fetch towels.  Relieved, I undressed and slid underneath the warm towels.  I explained that I was stressed about a school project and she confessed that she was angry at her boyfriend.  The mood lightened as we both complained; and, she decided to light a candle.  “This should make us both relax,” she said.  I could smell the sweet fragrance as she massaged my tense body.

I always get horny when being massaged; that element of touch and relaxation always “does it” for me.  But, I was getting ridiculously uncomfortable; I felt like my clit jut out onto the towel beneath me.  Was it my imagination, or was she rubbing my ass for a long amount of time.  When I asked her if she thought I had more tension there, she bent down and whispered in a low voice, “You like it.  Don’t you?”  I nodded and bit my lip; her voice had sent chills through my body.  I rolled over, as if I was getting some water to drink; but, she stared at me with a feverish intensity that was undeniable.  She cradled the back of my neck and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth.  My towel dropped and I began tearing off her clothes.  She bent me back down the table with my ass in the air and darted her tongue around the rim of my anus.  She moaned as she took some of my ample pussy juices and spread them to my ass.  Sliding underneath me, I felt her lips suction on my clit and her fingers move inside my ass.  I rode her, loving how it felt when my breasts bounced with me.  I came so hard that my knees shook and I fell on top of her.  We laughed; but, before I left, I looked at the candle.  It was an erotic candle!  I told her that I would see her in class…and realized that she had recognized me after all!

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