this particular bout of liplocking ranked high in my esteem for several reasons;
- from my POV, I was easily granted play to the lusher lower lip. I don't remember monopolizing the action, but I got the feel that I was 'leading' whilst she was allowing it to be as such.
- it wasn't of the "lemme see how far I can stick my tongue down your throat" encounter at all.
I'm not a about the moves that I can manage to tick the boxes for whenever I luck into any sort of sensual encounter. More like how the experience feels for me (as well as my perception of how it made her feel).
... so as the kiss deepened, i briefly felt her body melt towards mine as I hugged her while I got into the whole novelty of it.
Because of paramount note for me is the fact that this is a married, pregnant massage therapist of a legit spa. I could get banned from the premises or she could lose her job if any of her co-workers or maybe even other customers saw what we were up to.
Or, maybe worse, baka ma-chismis pa. And we can all easily imagine how that can range from mildly irritating to downright disruptive.
But it was happening, though it was during a slow time in the afternoon. And I was the only guest at that point.
And so it went. Might not have lasted beyond a full minute if I was to time the kissing from an external POV removed from the passion of the act.
But end it she eventually did. Not before I heard a soft pleasurable sigh. Not sure if it was her, or myself, or both of us to be honest.
I wanted more. But decided not to press further since she was clearly not having more of it for the moment.
So she briefly left the cubicle after audibly saying that I should change and get ready for the massage. Which I did.
Upon her return, we got to catching up, as regular client/therapists who've not been so for a while would normally do. Normal stuff I won't get into na.
Her rotund belly didn't dim how much I liked her massage strokes. I guess she's been doing it long enough that she's gotten the knack to work her way around it.
I calmed down, and enjoyed her strokes but I knew that I was just waiting for when she'd move to just in front of my head while she worked on my neck, upper back and shoulders.
Because this gave me easy access to kneading her butt. Hey, it all started when I thought she was spending too much time kneading mine. So I had at it.
But I wanted to get further. And I tried reaching into her pant-waist to try and finger her like I did before.
She was leaning away though. But still continuing her massage.
Dropped that after another attempt just to be sure. No indication of being pissed or maltreated. Just not allowing what I was angling for. I know enough that there are other approaches though. So during an instance where she was leaning a bit forward to work on the middle of my back, I went up on my elbows while running my hands under her blouse, up the side of her body, then slipped my hands under her bra while freeing her swollen preggy boob to the attentions of my eager mouth.
And I popped that darker nipple into my mouth and gently suckled. No dodging away this time, actually think she leaned lower on purpose. Because this allowed me to lick around her areola when I wasn't sucking on her nipple. No milk yet. Slight dodge when I tried to slip one hand into her pants.
She was still continuing with the massage though. And eventually shifted to the other side of my head when I released her boob to come up for air.
On to doing the same thing to suckle at the other boob/nipple though. And this time my free hand and fingers was allowed access to her swollen, warm, moist pussy lips.
She actually dropped the pretense of the massage for a while and had a feel of my hard on over the loose, spa provided boxers I had on.
And at one point, I was able to suck on a boob/nipple while simultaneously fondling the other boob, AND finger her. Only because she was cradling my head towards the breast I was sucking on.
I eventually had to stop for a breath though. And she took this as her cue to disengage from me and go through of the motions of ending her massage.
She allowed me a brief hug after I stood up when we finished (with the back rub), and gave me a playful tap/slap on my chest as she stepped out of it. But I could still see a bemused smile on her still beautiful, full lips that was matched by the glint in her eye.
I left the spa with the brief thought that I really didn't get to experience the full worth of the massage. But I was not at all complaining since I walked away with the feeling that lucked onto something remarkable that afternoon.
went and got her again a couple of weeks after that and managed more of the same. though not the same kissing that I mentioned above.
Still left with a pleasant smile.
But there was still a further time that I think I was also shaking my head pa in disbelief.
That'll be another post if ever. This one's long enough for now.