Dean walked into the bedroom after a nice, long, steam and shower. He found Natasha clearly nervous but prepared for their meeting with Miss Needlove. She was sitting on the leather bench at the end of their bed. The sliding glass doors were open out to the deck and beach beyond. She played Sinatra to ease the nervousness that she felt.
He approached her wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
She looked up at him through her glasses very innocently. “I don’t know. I think I’m just nervous. I didn’t sleep very well last night. My mind is racing thinking about the big appointment with Miss Needlove.”
Dean walked over to her. His manhood bulged at the towel just inches from her face. He leaned over and kissed her on the top of the head. “Don’t worry about that. It’s not a big deal. Please don’t worry.” He kissed her on the forehead and tilted her head up to him. “You look wonderful. She’s really going to like your outfit.”
“Do you think so? I wanted to be professional, but also feel like a woman.” She flashed a shy smile at him. “Do you like it?”
“I think you look delicious.”
“Thank you! I just want everything to be perfect.”
“Tash, you need to relax. Would you like me to rub your neck?”
Giving off her best new employee vibe, she asked, “Are you sure that would be ok? I know it would make me feel better.”
“Sure. It’ll be fine. It’ll be good for both of us. Scoot over.” He sat next to her and started to rub her neck and shoulders, gently at first, but began to grip her trap muscles tighter with each stroke. “You know what? This would be much easier and more comfortable on the chaise over there. Don’t you think?”
“I think you’re probably right. A person needs to be comfortable to enjoy the full effects of a good massage.” She smiled and nodded her head in agreement while maintaining her innocent look. “I can tell from those first strokes that you have very strong and capable hands. I mean, you sent shivers through me with just that little bit of touching you did.”
He stood up, took her hand, and led her across the room into the ocean breeze as Frank belted out “My Way.”
“You should take your shoes off. Are you going to be ok in that skirt? You should get in the proper position for the massage,” He instructed.
“I’ll be fine. I’ll just hike it up a little if I have to.” She stood, thinking. “Or maybe, do you think I should just take it off? I wouldn’t want to rip it. It’s my favorite. What do you think?”
“I think that’s a capital idea. You’re always thinking of the perfect solution.” A massive course of blood pulsed to his cock and he felt it twitch and push against the towel around his waist.
“Would you help me with the zipper? It tends to stick.” She noticed the bulge in his towel grow as the juices from within her started to make their way to the surface and dampen her black, sheer panties.
Dean undid the zipper for her. “No problem. Easy peasy.” Both of his hands went to her hips. “I should get into position first so you can get in front of me.”
“Good idea.” She slid the tight skirt down over her hips and to the floor. She stepped out of it as he climbed onto the couch, ass first. As he pushed himself back, the flap of his towel slipped open and his thick, hardening cock appeared. He feigned embarrassment and covered up. “Sorry. I hope you didn’t see that.”
The panties that had been damp were now soaked when she caught a glimpse of her favorite member: thick, hardening, wrought with veins, with a huge, shiny head just begging to be engulfed by any of her orifices.
“Oh no, I didn’t see anything. I was looking at the ocean.” Natasha struggled to keep her composure. “Are you comfortable? Should I just slide in front of you between your legs?”
“You’re right. I’ll have to spread my legs for you to get nice and close.” As he did, the towel slid wide open, and there he was, at full mast in all his glory. “Oh, Shit! Sorry.” He tried to cover again, this time with his hand but naturally grasped his cock. “Okay, don’t look. Just sit down and scoot back, then we’ll be all good. Sorry. I didn’t want you to see that.”
She tried to blow it off as she sat down on the leather. “That’s ok. It’s not like I’ve never seen a penis before.” Under her breath, but not really, she said, “Not one that big or angry!” She struggled to slide back. “I’m stuck. Do you mind if I put my hands on your legs to help me scooch back?”
“That’s fine, honey. Here, let me give you a hand.” He took her by the waist, lifted her slightly, and pulled her back toward him. He lowered her and his rock-hard dick fell right between and separated her ass cheeks.
“Oh, thank you. Wow! You are strong.” She felt both her asshole and pussy tighten as she lay back onto his pulsing member. “Wow!”
“Is everything ok?” He started to rub her neck.
“Everything is fine.” Her voice cracked as her nails just naturally ran over the muscles of his calves.
After a few rubs of her traps through the shirt, he asked, “You know what Natasha? If it’s okay with you, can I push your shirt down over your shoulders so I can really work the muscles of your neck and shoulders?”
“Of course.” She started to push it down over one shoulder. “Do you think I should just take it off? I think that might be easier and more comfortable so you don’t have my blouse all bunched in front of your, um, body.” She turned to look at him and get his approval. In doing so, her elbow slid right across the head of his cock, followed by her forearm and then palm. “Oh! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me. I’m so embarrassed!”
His eyes bulged at her touch and he did everything he could to control himself. “It’s ok. I think you should take off your blouse. That’s a good idea. Back to that massage. Turn around.”
She leaned forward to remove her top. “Whoops. I forgot to wear a bra today. Is that going to be a problem?”
“No. It’s fine. All I can see is your back.”
“That’s right. You are behind me.” She discarded her blouse and turned to look at him again. “You wouldn’t even be able to see my breasts.” She feigned covering up.
He turned her to face front and took hold of her shoulders from behind. “Ok. Lean back. Now I can start to ease your tension.” He began to rub her neck and shoulders, his grip growing stronger with each grasp and movement.
She leaned into him and felt his hard dick behind her. She could feel him flexing into her lower back. Whether on purpose or naturally, it was driving her crazy.
His massage moved down her arms and she casually folded them across her stomach, cupping her beautiful, round, mounds of heaven.
Her eyes closed, she laid her head back on his chest and crossed her hands on her lap. Her middle fingers tugged at the edges of her panties and pulled them up on her throbbing womanhood. She took a deep breath, forcing her tits toward his hands.
Dean’s hands cupped her voluptuous tits and automatically rubbed her hard nipples between his middle finger and thumb. She twitched and jumped. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“No. You’re releasing some tension.”
“Are you sure it’s ok?” He pinched harder and pulled.
“Yes. It feels good. Oh yes, I’m feeling better already.” She slid her feet up the chaise and pushed herself harder into him, her face right next to his. “I saw something interesting on the internet the other day.” She breathed hard into his face with her eyes closed as he handled her tits with his strong paws.
He took a deep breath and made sure she felt how hard he was, pressing into her back just above her round ass. “What did the interweb have to say?”
“Well, it said that women who have orgasms before work,” She paused as he squeezed both of her nipples hard. “So these women who come before work tend to be more productive. Oh yes!”
“Really? That seems like a very interesting article. Perhaps we should put that to the test.”
She swallowed audibly and pulled at her panties again. The sheer fabric nearly split her. “I think you’re right. Do you have any idea how I should do that?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, honey? We seem to have you in a nice spot here. I think I can reach what we need to get the job done.” He ran his hands down over her stomach and onto her panties. “The important thing is that we keep these panties on, though, so we maintain our professionalism.”
“Really? Are you sure that will work?” Panting and shaking, she turned her head back and forth in aggressive anticipation.
“Just lay back and relax. I won’t hurt you. Spread your legs and relax.” He very tenderly placed the heel of his palm on her clit and ran his hand down her until his middle finger could feel through her soaked panties and find the very base of her slit.
She pulled her panties tighter against her hungry pussy. “Oh, fuck! Please!”
With slight pressure from his middle finger bisecting her and his forefinger and ring finger gingerly gliding along her throbbing lips, he slid up and added a touch of pressure. He proceeded based on her reactions.
Dean stopped at the top of her pussy and started with small circles that grew in diameter each time he got closer to her tingling clit. On one pass, he grazed her and sent her nerve endings into overload.
She took his large wrist with both hands and held him right there. His one finger danced on and played with her clit through the thin fabric, now drenched in her juices. Using just his fingertip, he barely touched the her engorged, hot button that yearned for him. He found that one, special spot on the end where he increased his speed and flicked her up and down. No pressure, just barely touching her, but taking her into space and pushing her to the edge of insanity. He sped up even more and she could feel the touch of his other fingers on her shaven lips. Faster and faster, he tickled her. With his other hand, he took hold of her right tit, pulled her into him, and squeezed her nipple while he bit hard into her neck.
She thought she was going to explode through the ceiling as she shook and screamed in an amazing orgasm, the likes of which she had not previously experienced.
He resisted, but couldn’t keep her from forcing his hand onto her clit as she bucked at him. She ripped her panties to the side with one hand and forced his fingers into her with the other.
She needed to feel penetration and he gave it to her, his two middle fingers sliding deeply inside her. He pulled her to him as he worked his fingers against her inner walls, shifting behind her to achieve a better angle. He moved his thumb onto her clit. He paused fucking her with his fingers and instead rubbed her inner spot firmly. Side to side and up and down until she again could take no more and filled his hand with a stream of glorious, womanly rain.
She clenched, released, clenched, released. He slowed any movements and she melted into his chest, quietly begging for mercy.
He withdrew his hand and raised it to his mouth to taste the juice of his labor. She took a lick for herself. They lay together, both recovering their breaths slowly.
“If that article is right, you should be much more productive now,” he stated.
She laughed. “Right. When I can walk again.” Another giggle. “Do you think it works for men, too?”
