She Had a Hot Massage in her Suite

She’d been out all day at meeting after meeting. These had been followed by drinks and then a corporate dinner. By the time she got back to her hotel suite with its fabulous view of city lights and darkly twinkling water, she was badly in need of something to reduce her tension. A massage always helped. Em was a fan of therapeutic massage. Deep tissue massaging always relaxed her if she was feeling tense. Often, though, because she travelled on business a lot and was frequently in cities where she was not known socially outside business circles, she chose to indulge herself with a hot in-room massage instead. Sometimes she wanted sex too. She had yet to meet a man (or a masseur) who could resist pleasuring her pussy if it was available. It wasn’t always available. Em was choosy. But when it was, it was screamingly hot. This time she was in a city she frequently visited on business, not too far away from home, on a two-night trip. This was a first night. The next, she would be seeing her lover. He would nail her to her bed, she knew that. He would do that at least twice, with a young man’s energy. She was looking forward to this with keen anticipation. They met occasionally, mersin escort when their schedules permitted, and had been doing so now for nearly a year. Tonight, however, she was not only tense but also horny. She needed a hot massage. She needed a hot masseur too. Em poured herself a longish whisky over ice and checked her watch. It was ten o’clock. She sat in the comfy armchair beside the second house phone in the suite’s living area. She made two calls. The second one was to Ambrose. He was always around in the late evening and anyway expected her to call. He was working at home (no surprise there) and they chatted briefly. They cooed goodnights when Em told him she was tired and was going to bed. Ambrose told her she sounded super-sexy on the phone and that he would be taking that thought to bed with him in a little while. Em knew that meant he understood that she had made some arrangement, possibly a massage or maybe a straight out call, that would result in her shouting in ecstasy. She knew in turn that this meant he would be slipping into one of her very sexy little strings and possibly one of her bras. She knew it meant he would be fantasizing mersin escort bayan that he was she and getting it hotly somewhere from someone, and that the bra and the string would come off at some point. She knew he would masturbate himself to a very hot climax. She had seen him do that once, by accident. This still fuelled her own fantasies, along with those that flowed from her knowledge that he enjoyed sex on the run himself sometimes. She checked the time again. It was now nearly ten-thirty. Hot masseur time. She’d get a call from the front desk any moment. There was a massage bed in the suite, set up in the bedroom. It was a standard inclusion in the hotel’s facilities. It was one of the reasons she liked staying at hotels in that particular chain. She had several times, both here and overseas, been hotly massaged on the in-room massage bed and then been hot-nailed on the king size beds that all featured in the inclusions. Her mind wandered briefly, to an occasion just a few weeks ago where in a similar suite in a foreign city she had booked a straight massage. She remembered with hot pleasure how the young man had unclipped escort mersin her bra and, hearing no demur, removed it. She remembered with even hotter pleasure how he had then slipped his hands into her panties and, again hearing no demurral, removed them too. He had briefly massaged her mound, causing her to make excited little noises. She remembered with extreme pleasure how he had then pushed her legs wide apart and given her a tongue fucking of practised excellence. He had set her clit on fire and she had come very loudly and very quickly. A little later Em had enjoyed the sensation of his powerful cock slipping into her vagina and fucking her with passionate force. When he was nearly ready to come he pulled out and placed his big tumescence between her breasts and she, and they, had masturbated him to ejaculation. The phone rang. Em picked it up. It was Damon from the house phone in the lobby. She said, “Ground floor, harbour view, to your right.” He knew the suite number. Three-quarters of an hour later Em was in one of her favourite massage positions. She was naked and on her back and her legs were spread wide. The big blue top sheet on the massage bed that had originally covered her from just above her breasts to half way down her thighs had been adjusted. It lay in rumpled disarray around her hips. The masseur was massaging the inner tops of her thighs and Em knew he would hotly massage her pussy any minute, for the second time.