I had not long graduated from University as a Sports Ther****t and Sports Masseur. I was looking to set up my own small business, providing treatments on a mobile basis. I received a message from a girl who was a friend of a friend, interested in arranging a massage for herself. We'd briefly met on a night out and I got the impression she had a bit of a thing for me, but I put it down to the copious amount of alcohol flowing. Either way, nothing came of it that night. She was about 5ft6, very slim (maybe about size 8) with what I later found out were D cup breast. So we arranged a date… 続きを読む

The story is written from a female's point of view to her Male Supervisor/boyfriend I'm bored walking around the shop; the hours seem to drag, as they do every Sunday. I see you in the distance, those tight pants hugging your arse just how I like them. You know how much I love that body, as I frequently tell you, often whilst your fucking me to high heaven. I was wearing a low cut top, possibly a little shameful for work, but I hope to give you a show of what was to come later. I slip into the stockroom, a little surprised to find you in there, and brush past you in the narrow spa… 続きを読む