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Later that day, after dropping off her two young daughters at a birthday party, Karen found an envelope clipped to the mailbox.It was an apology note from Brandee, along with a gift certificate for a free massage at a spa in the suburban town where Karen and Craig lived. Karen appreciated the gesture, especially that Brandee had driven all the way from her condo in the city to deliver it.Telling Craig she’d be back in an hour or so, Karen set off on foot toward the spa. On the way, she stopped to chat with several locals. The Naylors were well known in the community, home to many upscale professionals who, like herself, worked in the nearby metropolis.The spa was a small place on the town’s main street, with a storefront window and a bell on the door. A middle-aged blonde woman stood behind the counter, and a handsome young black man sat in one of the waiting-room chairs, engrossed in his phone. His skin-tight, black t-shirt and warm-up pants identified him as a masseur.The gift card allowed for a full-body massage, the woman told her, plus an extra fifteen minutes on the body part of her choosing: scalp, back, legs, hands, or feet.”Um, well, my feet, I guess,” Karen said. She loved foot rubs and often made Craig provide them while they sat on the Ataşehir Escort couch watching television. Karen had a lot of body issues: she considered her breasts too small, hips too wide, and features too plain. But she kind of liked her feet, high-arched, size 9, (proportional to her 5’10” height).“Hi, I’m Justin,” said the young man, shaking hands. His hand was almost twice the size of Karen’s. She felt herself blush, her labia quivering a little when they touched. In addition to a muscular physique, his face was attractive too. He looked somewhat like a young Sean “Diddy” Combs, the famous rapper, she thought. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five.Leading her through French doors into a small room containing a massage table, he then left while she undressed. As she lay on her back, completely naked under a white sheet, she could overhear the woman saying she was leaving for the day, and Justin should lock up when finished. Her heart jumped as the doorbell jingled, and she realized she was alone with this incredibly hot black man nearly half her age. Alone and naked.He returned, seemingly unaware of her anxiety, asked if she was comfortable, put on soft New Age music, and lit some candles. Starting at Ataşehir Escort Bayan her scalp, he massaged her temples with his fingers and thumbs. A connoisseur of spa services, Karen could tell Justin had the expert touch, confident yet gentle. She could feel all the muscles in her body begin to relax and her pulse return to normal.After all, this wasn’t a big deal. She was merely a client, and he was just a professional doing a job. It was silly to be nervous.He squirted oil on his hands and worked her arms. She watched as he bent her left elbow to massage the forearm. The sight of his enormous black hands, the dark skin contrasting so vividly against her white flesh, sent an erotic jolt through her senses. Again she felt her pussy begin to react.But this time she tried to enjoy it. Why shouldn’t she? Why shouldn’t she take pleasure in the attentions of an attractive younger man? How was this any different than a man enjoying a lap dance at a strip club?But the relaxation proved short-lived. To her horror, she noticed that her nipples had become rock hard, visibly poking through the sheet.This was unacceptable. It was one thing to lust secretly for some random spa employee; it was quite another for that Escort Ataşehir lust to be exposed. Karen flushed with humiliation.As if reading her mind, Justin, in a professional tone, asked: “Too cold for you in here?”Actually, if anything, the room was stuffy, but Karen seized on the excuse, quickly answering yes, and the masseur left to turn up the heat. Mortified, she covered her face with her hands. Consciously, Karen felt shame. But subconsciously the embarrassment triggered the secret exhibitionist inside her and inflamed her arousal. Almost against her will, her right hand traveled to her clit and rubbed vigorously. With Justin out of the room, the horny wife and mother of two experienced a mini-climax.When he reappeared, Justin’s demeanor remained professional, apparently unaware of the sexual charge in the room. Despite her heavy breathing, flushed skin, and glassy eyes, he just went back to work.Eventually, he asked her to turn over, which caused her still tumescent nipples to rub uncomfortably against the massage table leather. However, with her breasts concealed she felt less vulnerable.Soon another line was crossed. As he leaned over to work her shoulder blades, she could feel the unmistakable bulge of his engorged penis pressed against her upper arm. As she feared (yet also hoped), the thing felt enormous. The base was hard and thick against her flesh, and from the corner of her eye, she could see the long, trunk-like shaft running down his left pant leg. Even the swell of his mushroom head showed through the fabric of his warm-up pants.
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