She goes further and further down, and I’m happy to let her take her time and to let the tension build as I enjoy her caress too much to stop now.
“Okay, you can turn over now,” she finally says, and it’s not even a matter of excitement about how much closer I’m to springing my little test on her, but a matter of finding out what she can do to my front next.
I roll onto my back on the table and lie there, eyes opening with a satisfied, relaxed slowness as I take in the room and her smile, down to her breasts that look so wonderful exposed down the middle like that.
“Enjoy yourself? We’re only halfway through.”
“You’re really good at this,” I said to Kelly, straightening out the towel to cover my lap once more, head leaning back to let her start at my neck again.
A streak of oil down my chest leaves me with more of that lovely warmth to feel embraced by.
She’s softer with the front of my neck than she was with the tense and taut back, mostly just rubbing in the oil before settling down, only getting strong as she reaches my collarbone.
My arms receive another go around, stronger this time, and she goes all the way to my hands with it, fingers entwining with me as she works at my wrists and the backs of my hands this time.
Then back up up my arms and down my chest.
There isn’t as much tension there as in my back given the way that I work in front of a computer screen to lean forward and crane my neck, but it still feels nice to have those hands all over my body, the warm, slick oils rubbed into my skin, making me feel more relaxed, more ready.
It’s as she gets down to my belly button that I finally decide to feel things out. My fingers subtly grab the towel and I start to push it down.
My half-rigid cock begins to harden as the excitement and curiosity gets to me, as I wonder if she’ll really go for it.
My cock is exposed now, and the natural process would be to continue on down my stomach further, past the boundaries of the massage into giving me a little bit of an extra rubdown.
In a normal world, I’d be scolded and I’d probably be kicked out for this kind of misconduct, but in this world, where I can slap my cock on someone’s face while they talk on the phone and nothing happens, I wonder if maybe she’ll just naturally proceed onward.
She gets down to my waist and shows no sign of stopping, almost wordless as she reaches for my cock and takes hold of it, acting like there is nothing the least bit strange thing about it.
“Oh, I forgot to oil you here,” she says, and quickly brings a few drops of warm oil down onto my cock to prepare it, fingers wrapping around my cock and starting to massage it too with a steady and focused handjob.
Her strong fingers are soft to the touch, and the warm oil that coats them makes it like no handjob I’ve known before, making me groan in pleasure as my head leans back and I stare down at her.
Kelly’s open shirt shakes a bit as she jerks my cock off, her breasts ending up more and more exposed in the process, and it’s all very relaxing to feel.
She’s so nonchalant about it, keeping the bright smile on her face as she works quickly along my cock, like she’s just doing her job.
It’s casual, it’s wordless, it’s wildly dispassionate, but it’s so good.
My cock aches in her expert grasp, able to appreciate just how talented and steady handed Kelly is, and the idea that a handjob is just the natural course of service is another little wonderful push into the kind of world I’m after.
The idea is so simple and straightforward, and I remember what Christine mentioned, about my actions on the world helping to influence the world in turn, that the things I do will start to reflect back on reality a little bit.
What better way to make that happen than to let it become a natural part of service?
It seems that just being offered my cock will make a woman tend to it as part of her duties, and if I can add that kind of good thing to the world then I’m basically a saint.
Kelly’s hand keeps up the steady stroking, and it’s working on me over with an absolutely magical swell of excitement I’m all too happy to lose myself to.
With a low, rumbling groan I give in, cock twitching and throbbing within her grasp before finally I cum, making no show of it as I just mutter, “I’m cumming,” to see what happens.
What happens is that the cute masseuse who’s giving me a handjob leans in close and opens her mouth, happily taking the cum as it spews from my throbbing cocks tip, splashing onto her lips and across her cheeks but mostly landing into her open mouth, which twists into a soft smile as she pulls back up and releases my cock.
“I hope you enjoyed my service, sir, and that you feel much more relaxed now,” she says with a smile and a nod, hoping for a good tip, well after she gave me a world class handjob she fucking deserves one.
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“My name is Elizabeth, I will be your facial technician,” says the black-haired woman who keeps her hair back with a headband, who’s greeting me with a smile and a nod as I step into the facial room.
There’s a pair of women leaning back already in anticipation of their own treatments, a pair of cute blonde sisters by the looks of it.
Surprisingly, Elizabeth’s top is already unbuttoned. Did I comment about how it’s a better look for their uniform to make its way across the whole spa somehow?
That’s an encouraging thought as I stepped in.
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