The air hung thick with lavender and anticipation. Sarah, a skinny blonde with natural B-cup tits, nervously adjusted the towel over her client, a man she'd been secretly admiring. His muscles were tense, begging for release, and she felt a strange pull, a curiosity that tingled beneath her white uniform.
She started with his shoulders, kneading the knots with slow, deliberate strokes. The oil massage felt electric on her own fingertips. As she moved lower, her hands brushed against the edge of the towel, and she caught a glimpse... a thick, impressive cock straining against the fabric. Heat flooded her cheeks.
A low groan escaped his lips. "You have amazing hands, Sarah." His voice was husky, suggestive. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "Thank you, sir." But the words felt hollow, a feeble attempt to maintain professionalism.
He shifted, subtly pushing the towel lower. "Do you… do you ever get lonely, Sarah?" His eyes met hers, a mixture of desire and vulnerability swirling within.
She hesitated. She was a cheating wife, but it wasn’t something she would normally admit to. "Sometimes," she whispered.
He reached out and gently took her hand, guiding it lower. "Maybe… maybe you could help me relieve some tension of my own?"
Her resolve crumbled. The dirty talk was working. She cupped his hard cock. The warmth, the sheer size of him, sent shivers down her spine. I shouldn’t, she thought, but her body betrayed her. She leaned down and whispered, "Tell me what you want."
His grip tightened on her hand, guiding her strokes. Soon, he was moaning her name. His need became her pleasure as she deepthroated him, her perfect pussy soaking, wanting, aching.
The session exploded in a flurry of sensation. He drove deep and hard and filled her with his essence, the culmination of forbidden desires and pent-up lust. She knew it was wrong, but in that moment, with him pumping into her and holding her so close, everything felt so right.
She might have tattoos beneath her uniform but this experience will be forever etched on her soul. The line was crossed, and they were never going back to a simple handjob on an oil massage.
