Nish kissed me softly while cupping my breasts as we made love in the kitchen making dinner. It was just the two of us. I was making his day hard by running around naked. I was garnishing my breasts with some mayonnaise and teasing him. Not allowing him to suck, but by sucking myself.
“You are so so good at this,” Nish said while he was tied to the chair. I reached for the bottle of red wine. I positioned my breasts near his erect cock and poured the wine on my breasts. I looked into his eyes. He wanted to be untied, but I went down and sucked his cock.
I pulled the skin and looked into his eyes again. With the tip of my tongue, I licked the tip of his cock. The flavour of red wine made me indulge, with all my desires, to suck for a long time. I said, “I know I am. You know how good I am at this.”
From where did all these start? I am writing everything in my own words. I have been asking Nish to pen down this experience. But he could not due to whatsoever the reasons.
I am Spandana. Married for about 15 years now with two adorable kids and a loving husband (even today). He travels very frequently, thanks to his work. Leaving me alone or with my parents or sometimes with my in-laws. I have accepted the routine without many hassles anymore.
Does this mean I am deprived? Definitely no. Both of us have given the required space in every manner without any interference and judgment. Yes, tough to find a hubby like that, to be honest. The 15 years of marriage have taught us lots of things and given us many memorable experiences.
For a while, I have had the cravings of getting massaged. Before I got in touch with Nish, I did try others. I contacted them from different portals, including this. The desperation to have sex was very evident. After that, I lost interest, with a realization that all masseurs are fake.
This was proved wrong till I took a hunch and got in touch with Nish. I got in touch with him via email first and told him my requirements. I did not get a reply for a couple of days. Again, I was of the perception that I was right. There is no ingenuity at all.
After 2 days, he responded. The first line in the email was “Apologies due to XYZ reasons,” and he acknowledged my requirements. Yes, I was truly impressed. Both of us stay in two different cities, working professionals. We had some good planning to be done. An immediate meeting was ruled out.
We started exchanging emails and then moved to Google Chat. It was a much better option to talk. The apprehension was there in both of us. To be more comfortable, get better acquainted and build good rapport, we voice-called over Google chat.
After a couple of months, we got a mutual chance. Nish was travelling to my city due to his work. Coincidentally, my hubby was travelling for a week due to work. It was a win-win situation for all of us. I informed my husband I had booked a massage for myself.
He winked and whispered in my ears, “Enjoy,” before he went to the airport. I took a day off and dropped my kids at my parents’ home. I thought to myself, “Every woman deserves a day where she gets to relax without thinking about kids and family and do what she loves.”
A day earlier, I had waxed so that I felt nice and smooth. I had promised Nish to pick him up from the airport. I picked a peacock green colour dress. I decided to go braless, where my nipples were visible through the dress. I required make-up, looked into the mirror, realized “I am too sexy,” and drove to the airport.
About Nish, he is 38 and from Bangalore. Oh yeah, for those who have read his previous stories, he had posted something very long back. You can go through them by clicking on the username. He is definitely not a tall and hunk kind of person, but he is elegant and never looks like a masseur. Don’t go by his looks.
I was browsing through my phone. I heard a voice from behind, “You must be Spandana.” I nodded. He extended his hand and said, “I am Nish. It’s nice to meet you.” He shook my hand and said, “That’s a gorgeous way to dress.” We smiled and hugged.
He had dressed simply, in a shirt and jeans, with shades. And his eyes! I got to see them once he removed the shades. Oh my god, I loved them.
“Your act of kindness in picking me up from the airport is truly heartwarming, Spandana,” he said while we were walking to the car.
I smiled and said, “My pleasure, Nish.”
En route to reach my house, we stopped to grab a few things. We had our lunch, chit-chatted about many things and felt the connection. But this time in-person, and it was not virtual.
“Your eyes, Spandana, possess an undeniable beauty that makes maintaining eye contact a challenge. I hope that I do not cause you any unease, even before we initiate the massage,” Nish said.
“I don’t mind something soft, to begin with,” I proudly said and laughed out loud. While I am writing this, I am thinking, I really dared to say this.
We reached home. I guided Nish to the guest room to get refreshed and helped him to keep his luggage before our eyes met again. But this time, we hugged each other tight, and we had our first passionate kiss. We were kissing as if there was no tomorrow.
A few moments later, we parted and said, let’s experience everything steadily. He came out in his boxers, and I was out in a robe. We walked to the room to start the massage.
“I do want you to pay special attention to some areas, Nish,” I said. He responded, “Those special areas will for sure get special treatment, Spandana.”
“Disrobe yourself, cover in the sheet to your comfort level and lay on your back,” Nish said. He walked out to get some other required items for the massage by saying, “I will be back in a minute.”
I comfortably positioned myself on the mattress and took a few deep breaths. A knock on the door. “Are you ready?” asked Nish. I said, “Yes,” and he stepped in. I felt his hands on my legs, running up to my back and neck. It trailed back down my leg and near my foot.
He was about to remove the sheet. But before, he asked, and I acknowledged. “You don’t need this anymore,” he said, with a smile in his voice. Nish positioned himself near me.
He started working on some core parts of my body – the top of my head, forehead, chest, near to ribs, mound of yoni, also on my feet. I honestly had no idea why he took his time to work on those. But I started feeling relaxed already.
It was later on I got to know. These are the chakras, and he was trying to open them up.
“Turn over, lay on your stomach,” Nish said.
I lifted myself on my elbows and turned myself over. We smiled at each other. I took a deep breath and followed his instructions. His hands moved all over my body, from neck to toe. That’s when I felt his first real touch. With his hands generously coated in oil, he firmly grasped my feet.
His fingers systematically apply pressure to designated areas of my back till my soles. His hands then proceeded upwards, kneading and manipulating various muscle groups. I realized this was a very different massage experience than I had ever had before.
This he did on both legs, firstly with the right and then on the left. Every time he moved my legs to work on my inner thighs, I felt ticklish. “Your skin is super smooth and soft,” Nish said and blew gentle, cold air from his mouth, making me shiver a bit.
Obviously, the thighs and inner thighs are not exposed to strangers. I thought to myself and smiled in response. His hands rested gently on the tops of my thighs. I felt his warm touch as he massaged the oil into my skin, working his way up towards my hips.
His touch continued its journey, reaching the expanse of my hips before tracing the outer edges of my thighs. In a graceful reversal, his hands once again touched my hips before embarking on a downward path along the smooth expanse of my inner thighs.
It was very close to my pussy. I could feel the warmth and wetness within me increasing. I knew he would soon discover how aroused I really was. After a good 45 minutes, he asked to turn around and lay on the back. His oily hands again started working on my hips and steadily glided over my pussy.
The unwavering rhythm of his touch was like a soothing mantra, inducing a sense of deep relaxation. He put more oil into his hands. This time, he went straight up to my breasts, coating them well and squeezing my nipples. He was on his knees, in between my face.
Positioning his face on my breasts, hands cupping one of my breasts. I was letting out my moans. He focused again and again on my left and right breasts. I am sure he understood one special area that needs attention. The massage had been happening only for a few minutes, but I was drenched in oil.
This unexpected intimacy with Nish caught me off guard. Though unusual, it proved to be a pleasant experience. The longer the massage went on, the more I got into the groove of holding him tight. I realized I needed to cool down and not reach too strong. I started taking deep breaths more often.
“How long have you been in Bengaluru?” I asked Nish to distract myself from getting too excited.
“Since childhood,” he replied.
By this time, he was on the ground. His hands were on my breasts again. I could feel his hard-on brushing my body. I could make out his sigh. I don’t know what possessed me. But with my courage, I moved my hand to his hardness, feeling his hardness, feeling his cock through his boxers. I squeezed it gently.
The more he worked on my breasts, the more I had to squeeze him. I realized it was not fair. I decided that I needed to see it. He didn’t need his boxers anymore. I held his waistband and tried pulling it down, but no luck. I looked up at him and lifted myself.
I pulled down his boxers. There was his hard cock, which was struggling to come out, pointed right at my mouth. He continued massaging me, and I was moving his cock back and forth. I made eye contact with the guy whom I met earlier in the day.
He was touching me intimately for over an hour, positioned my face very close and guided his cock inside. He closed his eyes and let out the sounds of pleasure. I closed my eyes and took him slowly deeper into my mouth. He was perfect for me to feel really good.
I could taste his precum against my tongue. He moved his cock through my hand and into my mouth. He squeezed my breasts. I was still enjoying his erection. He held my head and moved in and out of my mouth, going deeper with each stroke.
Nish slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and walked past me. I guess he didn’t want to cum earlier. Nish pulled me down, moved to my ass, between my legs and plunged his fingers inside me. I was so wet, and he felt the heat since his mouth was very close to my pussy.
He pushed his fingers deeper, exploring me, finding my G-spot. My hips were responding positively. Suddenly, he removed his hand. I was almost about to yell, but I controlled. I felt he spread my thighs again and wrapped his hands around my ankles.
He pulled me up, positioned my legs on his shoulder to get clear access to suck my pussy. There I was, naked and body fully oiled, the wet pussy, firm nipples. A very turned-on massage therapist was in front of me. I didn’t have to wait long to feel what was coming next.
“May I do the honours?” he asked. I, without a second thought, replied, “Yes, yes. Pound me, suck me, do anything you like, but take care of me.”
I thought he would go to my pussy. But he took my left foot, looked into my eyes, and took time until it touched his mouth. He gently kissed all around, then ankle and heel. He then turned to my toes, kissed, licked and sucked them all over, but one toe at a time.
I noticed how Nish enjoyed it. I was blessed to enjoy his foot worship as well. He released the left foot, but not before he licked it all over again. He then worshipped my right foot in the same manner, taking ample time to kiss, lick, and suck every little part of it.
I was unable to hold on to my moans. This foot worship was so sensual and crazy. It aroused me more and more. I wanted him to lick my pussy badly. But he kept my legs down and started kissing my thighs first. Slowly getting closer and closer to my pussy.
My moans intensified. I was anticipating his next move to play with my lust hole. He slowly put one finger, then two and finally three fingers and placed kisses over my outer and inner lips. Nish inserted his tongue into my smooth cunt. My moans were much more intensified.
I squeezed his head firmly using my thighs, encouraging him to continue playing with my pussy. I was waiting for him to worship my clitoris. He came close every once in a while. But when his tongue touched my cherry, I was screaming.
Nish used his tongue expertly, making motions which made me very difficult to control any longer. My screams and moans had increased. Finally, I squirted amounts of pussy juices all over his face. My body was still shaking and trying to relax from this experience.
I opened my arms and invited him to hug and cuddle me tight. There we were in each other’s arms. “I want more of this, Nish,” I said. He smiled, and we kissed passionately once again. I couldn’t believe what I was experiencing.
“Should we finish the massage?” he asked. But I replied, “Not before I take care of you for some time.”
I went down on him, adjusted my hair, kissed the tip of his cock and swallowed it. He put his hand on the back of my head, pushed deeper, made me gag, and allowed me to suck more and more. Considering the series of explorations, I was sure Nish is going to cum soon.
He just said, “I cannot hold on any longer,” and shot cum filling my mouth. He pushed his cock, forcing me to swallow all of his cum.
“Feel better?” I asked.
“That was incredible,” was his reply.
“I never thought I was going to experience this hormonal lift. But this has been one of the best moments I have ever had,” I told Nish.
He smiled and said, “We should finish the massage now.” I acknowledged by nodding my head.
“Face up. Let’s start with face up,” he said.
Both of us were nude and without any hesitation. He took some oil in my palms, poured it on me and started massaging my stomach. We both had realized this massage had become sensual and erotic, yet consensual and respectful. There was no awkwardness any more.
After about 15 minutes of massage, I said, “Please massage my breasts more. It feels really nice, and I have never experienced it for a long time.”
Nish smiled and moved towards my breasts. He moved above me, his cock was once again near the top of my head. He massaged my neck, chest and breasts with sensual, slow strokes.
My nipples had become firm again, and his cock had become hard again. I kissed the tip of my cock every time he pulled my nipples.
I was getting triggered again and said, “Do the honours this time.”
For a moment, I could not believe what I had said. But I reminded myself, at the same time, he read my mind and said, “Don’t worry, I am not going to cum inside you.”
The innocent looks of Nish is definitely not innocent. He is wild. He is sensual.
“Fuck me, Nish,” I craved, looking into his eyes.
We were in a missionary position. He pushed his cock inside my pussy and started pumping my hot pussy. I was moaning intensely. His breaths were panting as well.
After a few minutes, I rode his cock in cowgirl style. All the while, the heat and intensity had increased. He squeezed my hard nipples.
“I want to be fucked in doggy style,” I said to Nish with a mischievous smile. Something which I had not experienced for a long time.
Minutes into it, thanks to intense heat and fucks, Nish said, “I am about to cum.” I was in no position to ask him to take out his cock from my pussy and asked him “shoot it inside, I will take the pills later.”
He spanked my ass for being a bad woman and shot his cum inside me.
“You’re one of the best I have been with,” he said.
We both lay on the bed, exhausted. Looking at the clock, we realized it was time for dinner. During our casual talks, I got to know he was married. I said to him, “Married and attached men always bring out an element of competitiveness in me.”
“Thank you for the wonderful massage,” I said to Nish.
He looked at me, gave a peck on my lips and said, “I thought I was spending the whole night with Spandana.”
“I just got carried away,” I said, but again said, “Thank you for a good beginning.”
We both refreshed ourselves and went out for dinner. That night and the following day were just unforgettable. We had lust, love, fun, erotica, everything. Tough to share everything, but yeah, the moments are definitely to be cherished.
We bid goodbye since he had to address his professional requirements. I was really honoured to be with a man with such passion and kinky.
Once my husband was back, he could see the glow on my face and said, “Looks somebody had a good time.”
“I need to get massages more often. That should be from him only,” I said to my husband.
THE END
I have to thank Spandana for investing her time and sharing the experience in her words. She had been asking me to pen down, but due to professional commitments, I could not.
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