I knocked harder on the door after the first try, afraid to be seen standing outside as if I was up to something. After a few nerve wreaking seconds, the door opened to a surprise sight of a girl in school uniform.
Me: ‘Umm.. I am here for massage. Is this the right place?’
Girl: ‘J is it? Yeah yeah! Come in!’
I quickly stepped into the house and took my slippers off, looking around for someone who looked more capable of giving massages. She took my sling-bag off my shoulders and brought me into a bedroom, the wall in front of the bed covered in photos of the school girl and her company. A towel was handed to me and she went to the dressing table, untying her hair while looking at my blank face.
Jamie: ‘You can take everything off and use the towel there.’
While I hesitantly removed my clothes, she was unbuttoning casually and was stripping down to her undies before I got to mine. Walking towards me in her cute training bra and panties, she put my towel around me and squatted down, helping me get my underwear off my groin.
She threw another towel on the centre of her bed and asked me to lie face down, then proceeding to climb on top of me to start with my aching shoulders.
Me: ‘How old are you?’
Me: ‘And you have been doing this for long?’
Jamie: ‘Not really. You’re my first customer actually.’
Me: ‘Serious? Aren’t you afraid of letting strangers into your home? Your parents?’
Jamie: ‘I only have my mum. And she provides massage too. I know what happens behind the door.’
Right there, I couldn’t summon anymore questions and just let her take my stress away, stiff muscles succumbing to her skillful kneads and squeezes. Working her way down my back, she targeted each spot perfectly and I was ready to part with my hundred dollar out of the eighty bucks fixed rate. Once she managed to get my calves sore and weak, her next command really shook fear into my heart.
Jamie: ‘J.. turn over for me.’
I flipped onto my back and let her work on my thighs, far enough not to stir an erection. Feeling her knees just resting inches away from my manhood, she then removed the towel to cover my chest with it. Before my eyes, she trailed her fingernails up my inner thighs and poured some oil over my awakening cock.
Jamie: ‘Don’t worry k? I’m not charging you for this.’
Me: ‘WAIT! Stop! You are too young and your mum won’t.. won’t.. allow.. ‘
She saw my erection die down and promptly removed her bra, flashing a pair of perky fair boobs with a light pink cherry on top. My mind couldn’t fight the temptation at all and went back to pumping blood, reinforcing the stick that was rising in her hand. After she knew I had given in to her mentally, she went on to stroke my cock rhythmically, monitoring my facial expression while applying pressure at strange intervals.
Jamie: ‘Tell me when you are shooting k?’
Me: ‘I don’t think I can cum easily through handjobs. It might take.. argh.. ‘
She tightened her grip slightly and moved faster, while her other hand slipped into her own underwear. When she took out her webbed fingers, she got uptight and stood up on her feet, removing her panties while standing over me.
Jamie: ‘You’re the first guy to make me wet without me touching myself. Hehe. Let’s continue!’
Her strokes became slower as she listened more to my groans, half the time distracted as she touched herself between her legs.
Me: ‘Do you want me to help?’
Jamie: ‘You sure you know where to touch?’
Me: ‘Let me try?’
I let her lie in my post on her bed, switching roles like playful children. As soon as her legs opened for me, my finger dived into her clit and rubbed her fast and wild, scoring moans that sounded way younger than her speaking voice. Likewise, my cock was twitching non-stop to her voice, and she got more restless than before.
Jamie (weakly): ‘Let’s switch back. I have an idea.’
We returned to our initial position (me lying face up) and she sat on my lap, my dick pressed under her pussy lips and resting on her straightened fingers. Slowly, she rocked herself back and forth, using my shaft to stimulate her clit while I got to use her juices as lubricant. Our momentum grew intense to a point she was that close to riding me, but she never let her pussy moved too far forward.
Jamie (moaning): ‘Fuck! I’m cumming!’
Me (groaning): ‘Just keep going! I’m almost there.’
She slid her ass over my cock and onto my belly in one move, and caught my hand to rub her off using my thumb. Attacking her vulnerable spot, a gentle stream of love flowed across my belly to the sides, while she continued moaning her lungs out.
For an exhausted girl, she was quick to sit back down between my legs, and pumped my cock upright with both hands interlocked. As if I was in a pussy, the sensational handjob pushed me over the edge and the hot stream of cum launched into the air, landing on her hands that was gradually slowing down. Following the involuntarily nods of my dick, she squeezed my tube once at a time, until there was nothing coming out of me.
With her whole hand coated with my warm semen, she continued to jerk me at a constant speed, tuning my senses from a disinterested, numb one to get a shortcut to my next ejaculation. Magically arriving at my second load, I was pleading for a gear change when she picked up speed.
Jamie: ‘Just. cum whenever k? Make sure you are empty inside.’
I let off a deep groan when the eruption happened again, pouring lava out of the tip over her fingers and my shaft. Once my body was cleansed, she cleaned me up with my towel, and brought me into the shower for a thorough wash. Feeling her hands running all over my sensitive body, it was hard not to get hard, but my mind knew I had already taken a bite of the forbidden fruit.
Me: ‘Here. Keep the change.’
Jamie: ‘Really? Thank you! You know, I think I’m lucky you are a shuai ge, and don’t want to try massaging random guys anymore. If you want, we can go out together one day!’
We exchanged our first kiss at the doorstep and I left happy, in fact, all my muscles left happy, except for the one in my pants who is too tired to think. After that day, we did hang out, but nearby her area and out of sight. Though there wasn’t anymore massages from her, we still managed a little work out together when her mum attends off-site appointments.
You guys call such situations – playing with fire?