The Erotica of Al X
(MF Massage Panty)
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Summary: A single mom offers her services to help pay her bills. Al offers to compensate her if he can give her an erotic massage.
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Laying on the bed, Andrea turned her head until her pretty face peeked out of her mop of wild red hair. "Cum on may panties, Al," she said as she stared into my eyes with an intent gaze. She arched her panty-covered ass upwards and I leaned forward to rub my penis against her underwear. I couldn't believe this was happening, and that it had all began the week before when I answered her personal ad:
"Single mom looking to make ends meet. Currently attached and not wanting to change that, but looking for a sugar daddy for a little fun. What's your pleasure? Tell me and maybe we can help each other out."
I replied to her ad and revealed my pleasure: "I love panty play!" I wrote. "I would love to rub a sexy woman through sexy panties!"
"That sounds like fun," she replied.
Andrea said she was divorced and struggling with bills, that she had never done anything like this before, but thought she'd could probably do something if the situation was safe and easy. After a few weeks of e-mails, she said she felt comfortable with both me and my desire for 'panty play'.
She sent me her JPG photo. She had a pretty face, pale skin with dark lips, and flame red hair that exuded an aura of sexuality. I got excited just thinking about being with her.
We met in the bar of an out-of-way hotel. It was just after lunch and the place was empty. I sipped a vodka tonic and waited in the darkened room. Watching through the mirror behind the bar, I saw her enter the bar. She stopped in the doorway - surely examining me, casing me up - then walked in with a bit of a swagger. She was short and full figured ("I'm not one of those skinny blond chicks," she had warned me) and was dressed in a tight white blouse and a light pink skirt. She wore white stockings and black heels. I swiveled in my stool when she was about halfway towards me. She smiled nervously. Stepping before me she cocked her head and asked: "Al?"
I held out my hand. "I'm glad you came."
She threw her purse on the bar and stepped up onto the bar stool, giving me a nice view of her thighs. "Like what you see?" she asked in a voice that was strong and bold, stern but sexy. Before I could answer, she spread her legs a bit; her skirt lifted to reveal the tops of her white thigh highs.
The bartender interrupted us. She asked what I was drinking and told him she'd have the same, and once he left us, she asked: "Are you sure you're ready for today?"
I nodded, and nervously sipped my drink. "But are YOU ready?"
She glanced behind her to ensure the bartender couldn't see, then reached down to lift up her skirt. Her legs were parted enough for me to clearly see the flame red panties clinging to her crotch. I must have gulped or gasped, because she let out a little laugh at my reaction. When the bartender brought her drink, she dropped her skirt; it rested in her lap, but was high enough so I could still see the tops of her thigh highs and just a peek of red panty.
"You look very hot," I told her.
She sipped her drink then leaned over to me. Her perfume was strong, almost overpowering. She leaned close to my ear and I thought she was going to whisper something, but instead she just breathed into my ear. I felt her hair and her warm skin against the side of my face, and felt her hand rest on my knee. Her warm breath echoed in my ear, and I just sat there mesmerized, my heart speeding up, my erection stirring in my pants.
"Are you going to help out a single mom?" she finally asked.
"Yes," I blurted. I even tapped on my shirt pocket where I had earlier tucked in a stack of folded twenties.
"And how can I help you, Al?" I felt her mouth on my ear, her teeth gently biting down on it. A flash of heat overcame me. And then i felt her hand reach for my mine and pull it onto her leg. "By letting you touch my panties? Would you like that, Al?"
I didn't have to answer; my hand was guided up her thigh and in between her legs, until my fingertips touched cool satiny fabric. She pressed my hand into her and I swore I felt the heat and dampness of her sex through her panty.
"Does that get your cock hard?" she asked. To find out, she moved her hand into my lap. When she found my erection straining against my pants, she began to squeeze and massage it. "I could make you cum right now, couldn't I?" She lowered her head until her forehead rested on my shoulder. All I could see was her mass of red hair, but I knew she was staring at groin. She kept massaging me, squeezing me, even reaching down to squeeze my testicles. When she stopped she looked up and smiled. "We better go to the room now!"
I finished my drink and left a tip; Andrea picked up her purse and half-full glass. She twisted her body and slid off the bar stool; as she did her skirt stuck and i caught a glimpse of the back of her thighs and the bottom of her full ass. She gave a sly grin and started walking off. I followed, with my eyes glues to her plump ass. As we neared the doorway, the darkness of bar gave way to the bright lights of the hotel lobby, and I could make out the silhouette of her panty through the light skirt.
At the door she stopped and waited for me. "I'll get the room," she said. I reached into my pocket and handed her billfold from my pocket, enough for the room and enough for her "compensation". "You wait here," she told me, pointing to a chair.
I sat and watched her head over to the counter. She leaned over and rang the bell. As she waited for the clerk she kept her back arched and her ass facing my direction. As she fileed out the forms, I kept staring at her. She wasn't fat, but had enough meat on her to give her sexy curves, and it was squeezed into a tight outfit.
She paid in cash, and tucked the remaining twenties in her shirt pocket. With the room key in hand, she beckoned me to follow her down a dingy hallway. She fumbled with the door, then stepped inside and flicked on the light.
As I closed the door behind me, she traipsed over towards the bed. "Please remove the bedspread," she said, "they're usually filthy." As I pulled it off and onto the floor, she gulped down the last of her drink. After setting her glass and purse on the night stand, she sat on the edge of the bed. She withdrew the twenties from her pocket. "Thanks for helping me out," she said as slipped the money into her purse. Then she pulled her skirt up. "Now its time forme to help YOU out!" She spread her legs wide and motioned for me. "Come. Enjoy."
I needed little encouragement. I took a few steps and knelt on the floor between her legs. I placed my hands on the her calves, admiring the way my hands felt on the stockings. Slowly I raised my hands until they were palming her knees. As I stared into her groin - at the shiny red panty - she reached for the back of my head.
"Closer, Al," she said as she pulled my face into her crotch, until my nose was pressed firm against her sex, separated only by the satiny fabric. I breathed in the pungent, but not unpleasant, aroma.
She began to move my head up and down, forcing my nose and mouth to rub against her panty. "Get my pussy wet, Al. Use your fingers."
I pressed my nose into the crack of her panty and began to use my nose as a small dildo. Then I reached up and slid my middle finger under the leg band of the panty and quickly found her shaven slit. As it slipped into her wet lips, I rotated my head to push my nose against her clitoris.
"My panty is getting so wet," she told me, and I felt dampness forming on the fabric. She fell backwards onto the bed and spread her legs even further apart, and kept her hands on my head. "Make me cum, Al. Get me off."
I thrust my middle finger in and out of her, faster now, and as I did this I opened my mouth to seek out her clitoris with my tongue. I licked her slit through the panty, and when I found her love button, I wrapped my lips around it.
"Finger my cunt! Faster faster." Her breathing got heavier and her hips had begun gyrating. "Fuck me with your finger, Al. Hurry!"
As I sensed her nearing her orgasm, I nibbled on her clit and pressed my face hard against her groin, all the while probing her faster and faster, until she pulled my head even tighter against her and she began to buck her hips.
And then she cried out, a gasp, really, and a few seconds later she pushed my head away. I remained kneeling, with my finger still inside her, now motionless, and I watched her breathlessness slowly subside.
Suddenly aware of the pain in my crotch - my hard-on struggling with my underwear - I used my free hand to undo my belt and unsnap my pants. I could feel a wet spot in my underwear. As I rubbed myself, I stared at her panty and thigh highs, and the bare white skin between them.
"You need to get off, too," she finally said.
I removed my finger from insider her and stood up. I stared down at her on the bed and let my pants fall. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, and rubbed myself through my underwear.
"Show me your cock," she ordered, and she eyed me hungrily as I carefully slid my briefs over my penis and down my legs. She reached between her legs and rubbed herself through her panty. "Rub it for me, Al. Show me how you jerk off."
I reached down and grabbed the base of my penis with one hand and use the other to fondle my testicles.
"Stroke it for me. Get yourself close."
I started to jerk myself, using my pre-cum as lubrication, and as I did I watched her hand go between her legs; it pulled her panty aside to show me her sex.
"I think I'm going to cum again," she said with a smile. "I want to cum with you."
"I want to see your ass," I told her. "Your ass in that sexy panty!"
She was happy to oblige. She quickly rolled over, and ended up prostrate on the bed, with her stomach on her thighs. I pushed her skirt up onto her back and saw that her hand had once again found her pussy.
"Do you like my ass, Al? Does it turn you on?"
I reached down and grabbed her cheeks with both hands and kneaded the flesh.
"Rub your face against it, Al."
I lowered myself and rubbed my face all over her ass. I moved one hand back to my erection while my other pulled her panty upwards, stretching it so that much of the fabric got stuck in her crack. As I dipped my nose into her crack, I felt the motion of her fingers digging into her vagina.
I was getting close. "I want to cum on your panty."
"Do it," she said, in a voice throaty with passion. I stood up again and now used two hands on my hard-on. I looked down at her panty-covered ass and watched her fingering herself. Then she turned her head and her pretty face peeked out of her mop of wild red hair. "Cum on may panties, Al," she ordered. She arched her ass upwards and I leaned forward and rubbed my penis against her underwear. I stroked a few more times and then felt the rush of cum flooding out, shooting globs of cum onto her back and her panty. Then I pulled at the fabric to wrap some of her panty around the head of my penis to catch a second spurt of goo.
She started cumming when she felt hot jism drip down onto her thigh. She dug her head into the bed and her whole body tensed up, and again she let out a little cry. I slowly milked my penis, standing behind her, watching as her body slowly relaxed.
When it was over, she turned her head and just stared at me. She looked content, ready for a nap. I reached over and ran my hands over her panty, gently massaging her round bottom. "Thanks for helping me out," I told her.
"Oh," She said, "I think we both helped each other out!"
Written during April, 2007 / Revised April 24, 2007
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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