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On arriving, the trembling of her legs and shaking hands were almost
too much and she really wanted to flee. Being there, knowing they
would interact in a sexual way later, had her very excited and very
scared. She was reasonably sure he wouldn't cut off her head or
anything, but just in case, she did have a can of mace in her purse.
It made her feel better reaching inside her bag and feeling the hard
steel container filled with the offending spray.
Russell spotted her across the room and went to her. Holding out his
hand and then wrapping an arm around her, he led the way to a table,
pulling out her chair. He wore a great-looking black casual suit; it
suited him more than the jeans and gave him a more gentlemanly air.
The table was impressive, all done up nicely with candles and roses.
He had taken the liberty of ordering and they ate lobster with tiny
baby carrots and green beans, baked potatoes and for dessert, a lovely
chocolate torte.
He did most of the talking; his voice was soothing and easy-going, she
noticed, he was very refined and more formal in his speech than any
one she had met before. It was obvious he knew how to treat a lady. He
paid their bill and asked if she was ready to see the room.
Well here we go, she thought. The time has come to back out now and
run like hell or get what you've craved for, have a little fun with a
guy willing to do it all.
Dam straight she was ready to see the room.
Inside was gorgeous. The furniture was dark oak with intricate designs
lacing the wood. The bed was huge, with a blood-red duvet; it had four
posters with leather tying straps attached.
She did a double-take at the leather fastenings and looked right at
him. He gave her a sly grin and told her not to worry that would be
for another time if she would like to try it out.
There were a few over-stuffed chairs and matching couch, all Victorian
in design. Pillows, the same blood-red color as the duvet on the bed,
lay scattered on the fabric that was almost like a canvas. Very
authentic-looking, she thought.
The coffee table and bedside tables were from the same era and dark in
color, although she couldn't tell if they were oak or something
similar. Over in a corner was a lone, large chair without arms. It was
made of plain wood and looked completely out of place. Again she
looked at him, the question showing in her face.
"Ah, the chair. You're wondering what a lone chair, unlike any of the
others, is doing there."
"Well it's sort of strange; it doesn't match the rest. The room is
beautiful, I might add."
"That chair is used for more, shall we use the word 'powerful'
attentions, usually at the hands of a man with no qualms about
administering some form of discipline."
"Oh, I see. I'm not sure I'd be into that..." she said, and looked away
from the chair, blushing a little. He gave her a huge smile and nodded
his head. She looked further around and could see a small kitchenette,
complete with cupboards and dishwasher. For the rest of the bedroom,
part of the room was done in soft reds with off-white accents. The
wallpaper, warm cream with a nice raised texture and intricate rose
patterns, covered the top half of the walls. A dark oak wainscoting
ran the entire circumference of the room; below it, was light-red
paint. The effect was stunning and she could see the man had taste.
Her eyes moved back to the leather fastenings and she thought that it
might be interesting to be tied up and ravished. She blushed at her
own thoughts; she'd often toyed with the idea of being tied up during
sex but had never had the nerve to ask a guy if he might be into
something like that.
Russell went to the little fridge, pulling out a bottle of Crown Royal
rye and two cokes. Without asking, he mixed them both a drink in sharp-
looking crystal glasses. Liz accepted one gratefully and sat on one of
the nice overstuffed chairs, sipping her drink and trying to act like
she did this every day.
"So tell me Liz, is this the start you were hoping for? The dinner, I
mean, and the room...do you like it?"
"The room's fabulous and dinner was really nice. I'm still just a
little nervous, though. It's not like I do this every day."
"I'm sure you don't," he laughed. "If you would like, there's an extra
bathrobe in the bathroom behind the door. You might feel more
comfortable in it; then you can lie back and enjoy a nice heated
massage."
"Heated?"
"Oh yes, my dear, heated oil infused with ginger-a most relaxing
treat."
"Umm, if you say so. I'll go get into that bathrobe."
In the bathroom, she relieved herself and freshened up, gave her teeth
a quick brush and ran a comb quickly through her hair. She took a
quick look in the body-length mirror as she took off her clothes. She
didn't feel so nervous then; she was shapely and fit.
The room reflected in the mirror caught her attention and she looked,
really for the first time, noticing the bathroom. Like the rest of the
suite it was gorgeous, too, with the same wallpaper and wainscoting
ran all the way around and the marble counter and floors a soft rose
color, intermingled with gray. There were real dark oak cabinets under
the vanity, and she was so tempted to take a peek at what a guy like
him might have stored under there, but decided it was probably better
not to know. Instead, she donned the bathrobe and went out to the main
room to join him.
He had changed his clothes as well and wore a white, loose-fitting
shirt with the sleeves rolled up and loose black karate-style pants.
There was a brown leather bag in his hand; it looked well worn, and
she watched him place it beside the bed. He took out a squirt bottle
of what she assumed was the oil and placed it into a cup of steaming
water.
How convenient that the room came with a kettle for boiling water and
she wondered what else was hidden about the place?
"I use this room in particular for entertaining," he said, noticing
her questioning face, "and have claimed it for my own. I have certain
liberties, being a long-time customer of this fine establishment. Now,
come lie down here on the bed, on your belly first and I'll give you a
most soothing and enjoyable massage."
She noticed the room had got warmer and assumed he had turned the heat
up for the purpose of keeping her warm. Her gut tightened up with the
anticipation and she was, at that point, more scared then she ever had
been before. She dropped the bathrobe and placed it at the end of the
bed; completely naked then, she did lie down. Exposing her ass to him
was thrilling and scary, and she couldn't remember ever feeling so
vulnerable.
"You have a lovely body; it makes my job even more enjoyable," he
said, and draped a towel over her middle. "Now, relax, I won't bite
and you do have the option at anytime to end the session. Just one
word and I'll leave the room as we discussed earlier. I give you my
word on that."
"Thanks, I'm ok. It just feels weird, you know; I don't really know
you and I'm in your space with my ass in plain view, but I want this.
So, go ahead, do your thing."
Heated oil and warm hands started at the back of her neck, edging down
her spine, his fingers doing tiny circles around each vertebra.
Kneading a little harder then, he gave her back a good go with his
palms; the oil was warm but even nicer, the warmth stayed lingering on
her skin, heating her where ever he touched.
Her legs were still shut tight as he kneaded down to her lower back
then worked back up, waiting to feel her muscle relax. He nonchalantly
removed the towel and let his hands slip further to her tightly-
clenched ass cheeks.
He smiled knowing she would soon open up to him and revel in his
attentions. Her ass was smooth with nicely rounded curves. He wouldn't
go too fast, but just relax her for now. He used sweeping motions with
his hands and his fingers pressed into her muscle while going down her
thighs and legs then back up to her back. On the way back down he felt
her ass relax a little more and her thighs become less tense and he
let his fingers run between the cheeks drawing a little line with the
oil.
Dam, his hands felt good. She wanted more and wished he would linger
longer down there and let his fingers wander further under her and
play with her clit. She edged her legs apart ever-so-slightly, making
it appear she was adjusting her position. He knew better and took it
as the signal it was.
"Now Liz, I'd like to get this little pillow under your hips. Just
lift your bottom up for me and I'll slip it under you."
She could feel the slick beginning of moisture developing between her
legs, and lifted her ass up, letting him push the pillow under her
hips, raising her up and causing her cheeks to spread.
"Did you know this area right here" and cupped his hands over her ass,
"and this here," running a finger from the crack down to her wetting
entrance, "is full of tiny receptors that produce pain as well as
pleasure sensations?"
If she didn't before she sure did then. She felt his hands sliding
under her and he lithely rubbed a thumb over her clit. She edged her
knees up under her a little more, spreading herself-wider, waiting for
him to play.
"When pain or pleasure is caused here," he said again, both hands on
her rear, "the body reacts by sending waves of nerve impulses here,"
and again, a thumb slid over her clit, teasing her.
"Now the same applies here as well," and a finger slid to the entrance
of her rear hole. "When stimulated properly, like this," the finger
went up her ass and Liz held her breath, "it sends signals here."
Another finger slid into her, caressing her front passage.
Heat from the oil was spreading up her ass and into to her vagina, she
moaned and lifted her ass up higher, both fingers pushed in and out
and his thumb rubbed circles around her clit.
Oh, did he know what he was doing. She was already wet; just a little
more attention there and she would come, in a wave that might surprise
him. She wasn't used to being the submissive one, but she was enjoying
it. She knew she still had some control and could change things to
alter the fantasy any way she liked.
His voice soothed and excited at the same time. "This small little nub
of flesh isn't the only source used for pleasuring," he said, the
finger flicking her flesh, while the other continued to stimulate up
inside her ass.
"This spot, here, is also a great way to induce the kind of aching a
woman craves," and pressed her g-spot.
Her legs started twitching, her ass was moving slightly up and down,
and he smiled knowing it was going well. She would feel that aching
soon, and he would bring her to the very edge, then start again,
before allowing her to realize the full mind-blowing orgasm he sensed
she was capable of.
His hands were expert, pressure on her g-spot and clever fingers
working up her ass and over her clit. He heard her breathing change
and she pushed her hips high and twisted her body. She was there,
ready to explode, and his fingers slipped away and gently massaged her
back.
What the hell was he doing, she thought. I was there, right there...
Then again the hands slid down to her ass and she felt him insert
something small and cool up her rear hole. Oh crap what's he doing
now? And the small cool thing was turning much warmer.
"Oh Christ, what is that? It's, um, heating up." She tried to move
round hoping to dislodge whatever it was that was pushed up her rear.
"Don't worry it's just a small spice stick. It won't do any damage and
its effect wears off fairly quick. It's known to help heat the
passages and relax the muscle. With the right sort of, shall we say,
stimulus, it can help accomplish quite more than just the ordinary
mundane sort of orgasm," he said, while a finger again entered her
heated behind, and another flicked mercilessly at her clit. He poured
a little more of the oil around her aching flesh and administered an
intense going with his fingers.
"Oh crap, that's good, don't stop, please don't stop." Her hips
rocked, her ass pushed up as high as she could, her body twisted and
shook. His finger pushed up further into her and she screamed with
ecstasy, her whole body aching with the sensations as she came with a
force unexpected even by her. He grinned down at her still-shaking
body and took the wet cloth dipping it in the warm water and gently
wiped her free of the remains of the oil.
"I trust that was satisfactory? Being only an erotic massage, one can
only achieve so much. If there's to be another session, you might want
to consider something a little more interesting."
What? Was he kidding? That was way more then that she had hoped for.
Crap if he could make her come like that, she sure would be back for
more.
"Well ya, that was great. You do seem to know your stuff, I mean
concerning what women like. Um I'd like to arrange another meeting.
Errr, what's good for you? I'm currently available anytime and sooner,
of course, is better."
He laughed and could clearly see he had made an impression. She was
rambling a bit and couldn't wait for the next round.
"How does Sunday night sound? I have the evening free."
"Yes, good, that sounds fine. How about 7 p.m. here?" she asked
"Yes, here, 7 p.m. then. If you would care to think about another
scenario-and don't be shy-just email me the sort of experience you
would like to have. I'm sure I can accommodate."
Oh dam, ya, she would be there. Her mind raced with things she had so
wanted to try out, but hadn't had the guts to ask a guy for. This was
different; this guy wouldn't flinch at anything she could come up
with. Hell, maybe he'd come up with some suggestions; he was a
professional after all.
She went into the bathroom. Redressing, she felt a little disconcerted
that the session had only included the dinner and erotic massage.
It was, of course, at her choosing and she certainly wouldn't
complain. He had her all excited thinking about what might be her
fancy next time. God, next time was only two days away. He must think
I'm some sex-craved lunatic she mused. But what the hell, she was
paying the big bucks and was going to enjoy it as often as she
wished.
He gave her a simple hug and kiss on the cheek on her way out the
door, it was clear from the start there would be no special bonding.
He wished her a good evening, then softly closed the door.