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Drew steps out of his comfort zone
His hands trembled as he placed them on the door. He took a deep breath as he pushed it open. The aroma of sweet perfumes and oils filled his nostrils. The fragrances seemed to relax him as he slowly made his way to the reception desk.

“I have an appointment,” he nervously told the young lady behind the desk. “Hanson, Drew Hanson.”

The lady’s fingers glided across the computer key pad. She smiled as she stood with his receipt. He noticed her bulging bust and his heart began to pound in his chest. He tried hard not to stare at her ample cleavage, but he couldn't resist. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her top and looked as if they could pop out at any time.

He smiled as he took the pen to sign the receipt. He was glad he had his secret credit card. He would have a hard time explaining the charge to his wife. The pen almost slipped from his sweaty fingers as he signed his name.

“Please have a seat, Jasmine will be with you shortly,” the receptionist instructed as she sat back down in her chair.

Drew sat in one of the high back chairs in the waiting area. Luckily, he was the only one there. He was having a hard time not judging himself, having another waiting with him would have been too much.

He stared out of the tinted window. He had a good life and a good marriage, but things had grown cold in the bedroom. He knew from his work that there was no excuse for what he was about to do, but the opportunity had presented itself and at a weak moment, he had succumbed to the temptation.

He was startled by the sound of his name. He looked up and saw a beautiful young woman smiling at him. The woman looked to be in her early twenties, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a silk robe that covered her upper body, down to her mid thighs. Her legs were toned and her feet were in four inch heels. He stood and smiled at her.

“Hi Drew, I am Jasmine, are you ready?”

“Y-yes I think so,” he replied.

Jasmine extended her hand and took his. She lead him down a dimly lit hallway.

“My station is right up here.”

Drew followed close to her. Her hands were soft. He watched her hips sway as she walked. He could smell her perfume and it was intoxicating. He felt weak in his knees as she opened the door to her station and led him in.

She dropped his hand and walked over to a cabinet. She opened the door and pulled out a plain white towel and washcloth. She handed him the linens and instructed him to step into the small shower room and to wash his body completely.

“When you get done, wrap the towel around your waist and I will be waiting on you.”

Drew smiled and took the linens. He walked into the small room and took a deep breath. It was his last chance to back out. He knew that once he was naked, it would be harder to run. He remembered how pretty Jasmine was and began to unbutton his shirt.

He was three hours away from home. Nobody was ever going to know, is what he kept telling himself as he undressed. He pushed his boxers to the floor. The excitement had already began to show. He folded his clothes neatly and stepped into the shower.

He stepped out of the shower room with the towel around his waist. Jasmine was busy preparing the table and getting the oils heated. She turned and smiled at him. She patted the table, signaling him to climb on. He lay on his stomach and turned his head toward her. She slowly untied her robe and let it fall.

She was dressed in only a white lace bra and panty set. The white looked beautiful against her skin, he thought. Her stomach was flat and the gold stud in her belly button drew his attention. Her breasts were not large or small. They fit her from perfectly in his opinion. She turned to get a bottle of oil, and he admired her firm round buttocks.

He let out a soft moan as she poured the warm oil onto his bare back. He began to feel his excitement grow as he felt her fingers begin to work the oils into his skin. Her fingers felt so good as they kneaded his tensed muscles. She worked from his shoulders, mid back down to his lower back. She was in no hurry and gave every inch her full attention.

Her hand never left his skin. She kept one hand working his back as she raised the bottom of the towel with her other. He felt the oil hit the back of his leg and her hands quickly followed. She massaged his calf muscle, then up past his knee, to his upper thigh. He jumped with excitement as her fingers grazed close to his scrotum.

She repeated the same relaxing pleasure to his other leg. Again, her fingers came ever so close to his scrotum. Then he felt pressure against his buttocks as Jasmine climbed up on the table. She sat on his upper legs. He could not see her but the feeling was almost unbearable.

Her hands moved back up his back. Then he felt something else against his skin. Jasmine was rubbing her upper body against his skin, and he was certain he felt her bare breasts move up his back. She moved her hands under him and pulled against the towel. He instinctively lifted his midsection to assist her.

Her hands went straight to his buttocks. She rubbed the oils into his cheeks with pristine attention. The oils ran down his crack, past his anus onto his testicles. He felt her fingers rub the oils into his crack and as her fingers past his anus, he gripped the sides of the table.

Her soft hands massaged the oils into his hairy scrotum. Her nails ran lightly over his sack and his breathing became staggered. Just at the right moment, he felt Jasmine slip off of him. With her hand on his arm, she instructed him to roll onto his back.

Drew was hesitant to roll over. He was completely naked on the table and completely aroused. No woman had ever seen him naked, other than his wife. They had been high school sweethearts and were each other’s firsts. He took a deep breath and rolled over.

He looked down and seen his manhood as it stood proudly. The pressure he felt was like nothing he had ever experienced. He then looked up at Jasmine, who was standing at his head. He had been correct. At some point of her work, she had removed her bra. Her breasts were proudly on display.

They were firm and her nipples were hard and shiny from the remnants of the oils. She moved to his side and reached over him to get more oils. Her nipples were inches from his face. He wanted to suck one in, but resisted. As she moved back, they raked across his chin and forehead. He again gripped the sides of the table.

She moved down his body to his legs. She positioned herself at the foot of the table and work her hands up his legs. Just as she did to the back of his legs, she worked the fronts. Stopping just before touching his scrotum. Both times when she neared his balls his erection would jerk with anticipation.

When his legs were done, she again climbed on the table and straddled his body. The crotch of her panties were inches from his erection. He thought he felt her heat radiating from her covered area. He watched as her hands and breasts rubbed against his chest. Her stomach pressed his erection between them. He held his breath. He thought about everything he could except the feeling she was giving to him.

She kissed his cheek and smiled before she started pulling away. Her stomach kept his erection sandwiched between them. Then her chest. She rubbed her breasts against it, then rubbed back up and down again. She smiled when he moaned out loud.

She moved her butt down his legs as she sat up. Her hands rubbed his lower stomach and upper thighs. She pulled her hands in and they met at his shaft. With her palms on both sides of it she rubbed up. Drew almost sat up from the overabundance of pleasure he felt. He tossed his head back and moaned loudly. She rubbed back down and her hands parted, but her thumbs grazed his scrotum.

She wrapped her thin fingers around his thick shaft and slowly moved her hand up. Her thumb pressed the underside of his mushroom head. Then she slowly worked her hand back down. His breathing became staggered and his moans more regular. His balls felt like they were about to burst.

It only took a few more of her masterful strokes to set him off. The first jolt shot straight up in the air and landed on the floor. Drew’s body went limp. He could feel the jolts, one after the other, but his vision was blurred and his body paralyzed from pleasure.

A few minutes later, he regained movement. He looked at Jasmine, who had already put her robe back on, and smiled at her. He was still a little light headed as he sat up. He sat there for a minute before pulling the towel back around his waist.

Jasmine handed him a fresh washcloth and towel. He gingerly walked back to the shower room and washed. He put his clothes back on and exited the room. Jasmine was still there, and still smiling. He reached back and took out his wallet and gave her two fifty dollar bills. She thanked him and he left.

As he got into his car, he pulled out his cell phone. He had 3 missed calls. He hit redial on the first one and heard the line buzz on the other end.

A lady answered. “Sister Kim, this is Pastor Drew, I saw where I missed your call.”
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