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Paul had a little trouble finding Kaylee’s apartment building and he was almost twenty minutes late by the time he finally reached her door. It was bad enough being flustered by having taken a wrong turn while following the directions he had been given but, as he pressed the doorbell, he discovered he was distinctly nervous indeed. Kaylee’s website specified several massage specialties but, although the text was suitably noncommittal and vague, it was clear that they were all of the more erotic variety. There were pictures of her, a whole gallery in fact, but, though they appeared to show an attractive, fairly slender woman, none of them featured any view of her above the shoulders. They might, Paul knew, be either out of date photographs, or even possibly not Kaylee at all, and he was very afraid that she might turn out to be so unattractive that he wouldn’t want to go ahead with the proceedings. That thought so alarmed him that he was contemplating beating a retreat when the door suddenly opened and he saw that he had been worrying for nothing. The woman who greeted him was attractive almost to the point of being stunning. She was shorter than he was a by a good three inches and, though she could probably be described as petite, it was in an athletically voluptuous sort of way. Her hair, cut just above the shoulder, was a very dark blonde and was a wild tangle of tight ringlets that were obviously natural. She was tanned, perhaps thirty or forty, possibly, and when she smiled her cornflower blue eyes lit up prettily. ‘Paul, right?’ she asked. Paul nodded. He recognized the dulcet, slightly husky sound of her voice from their telephone conversation the day before. “I’m so sorry I’m late,’ he began. ‘I got a little mixed up in the directions and…’ Kaylee silenced him with a dismissive wave of her hand. ‘Don’t worry about it, please,’ she said. ‘I was running a bit late myself and only got here a few minutes ago. I was afraid I was going to find you cooling your heels outside my door and PO’d at me in the bargain.’ She motioned him inside and he followed her through the vestibule. There was a sparsely furnished living room to the left and a kitchen to the right. The kitchen was also rather bare, with nothing but a coffee maker on the counter-top and Paul concluded that the apartment was probably for ‘business’ only and that Kaylee resided elsewhere. ‘So Paul,’ she said, turning to face him. ‘You said you were interested in one of my specialty panty jobs and that it would be for the full hour?’ ‘Uh, yes,’ Paul replied, feeling himself kumköy escort bayan beginning to blush ever so slightly. ‘That’s right.’ ‘Good,’ she nodded. ‘The half-hour sessions always feel a bit rushed and this way we can begin with a nice soothing massage to get you relaxed.’ She paused then, looking at him expectantly. For a moment, Paul didn’t know what to say but then he realized what she wanted. ‘Oh… oh yes, right… of course,’ he stammered. He pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to Kaylee. He was surprised, and a little pleased to see that she didn’t open it to look inside but, instead, just put it down on the counter beside her. ‘Well,’ she said brightly. ‘Shall we get started?’ Kaylee led Paul down a hallway and into what was obviously the master bedroom for the apartment. There was no bed, but, instead, a massage table in the center of the room. It had the standard face hole at one end but it was considerably lower than most, with the padded top being only two feet or so above the floor. There was a small wooden step on each side, barely six inches each in height, and along one wall there was a dresser, sans mirror, and a clothing hamper. Across from this was a wardrobe and beside that, a chair. ‘Okay, Paul,’ said Kaylee. ‘Why don’t you undress for me? You can put your things on the chair there, if you like and I’ll be right back in just a couple of shakes…’ She left him and Paul started to disrobe in a fumbling sort of way, his apprehension making his fingers clumsy and uncoordinated. He folded his garments neatly on the chair as directed and waited, facing the door in nervous anticipation. He felt odd standing there with nothing on, about to be seen by a stranger, and he had to resist the impulse to cover his still flaccid cock, realizing that, under the circumstances, he would just look silly. After several minutes, he heard footsteps approaching. ‘Good boy,’ said Kaylee as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. She had changed from her street clothes and was now wearing a kimono-style housecoat that barely reached below her crotch, and a pair of flip-flops. She smiled at his obvious nervousness and took him by the hand. ‘Let’s get you comfy,’ she said, leading him over to sit on the massage table. She faced him and was just opening her kimono when a thought seemed to strike her. “Oh Paul,’ she began. ‘I do apologize. Most of my clients usually have some sort of special clothing requests… A garter belt, maybe, or perhaps a nurse’s uniform, kumköy escort even. You didn’t say anything when we spoke and I really should have asked. Is there anything you would have preferred today?’ As she waited for a response, her kimono slipped open to reveal her naked breasts. They were on the small side but perky and beautifully shaped and Paul could see that she was otherwise fully nude except for a tiny pair of white bikini panties. He swallowed hard, feeling a little stir of interest in his cock. ‘Oh … no. I think you… well, I like you just like that,’ he replied. Kaylee leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. ‘That’s sweet,’ she smiled. She slipped off the kimono and when she stepped away to place it atop the dresser Paul saw that her panties were of the thong variety and that she had a truly magnificent derriere. A little plump and delightfully curved, the twin globes were smooth, invitingly flawless and very sexy indeed. She returned to the table once again. ‘Just once question, before we get started, Paul. I know you are familiar with panty jobs in general but, when it comes time for the finish, would you like it better with me facing you… or facing away so I’m using my bottom?’ Paul was a little nonplussed. Both ideas sounded incredibly exciting and he experienced a little flutter of excitement in the pit of his belly. ‘Uh… maybe bottom?’ he muttered, his face reddening. Kaylee nodded. ‘Okay,’ she said, patting the head of the table. ‘Why don’t you stretch yourself out facedown?’ Paul did as he was told, placing his face into the padded hole. The frame to which the legs were attached formed a natural handhold of sorts and he gripped it on either side as Kaylee climbed up and straddled his lower back. Her pussy, only thinly covered by her tiny panties, was mere inches from him now, and that thought sent a little shiver of though his loins as Kaylee began to rub and knead his shoulders. ‘I could use some oil, if you like,’ she said, squeezing him expertly, ‘but I find the friction of just bare skin works much nicer. Just let me know if you want it though.’ Paul attempted to shake his head in the negative and his muffled reply was an unintelligible mumble. Moments later, he sighed deeply as his muscles began to relax under Kaylee’s ministrations. She worked his shoulders thoroughly and then slid down on the table a little and began to slide her hands up along both sides of his back, pressing hard like someone rolling out dough. As she moved forward on the up stroke, the inside Escort kumköy of her thighs brushed his hips and, twice, he felt the fabric of her panties graze his buttocks. There was a sudden feeling of incipient fullness in his groin and he shifted his hips to accommodate it. Now, and perhaps a little too soon as far as Paul was concerned, Kaylee rose from the table and began to massage his legs, rubbing each in turn along the full length. Each time, she ran her hands a little farther up, and Paul unconsciously parted his thighs a little until her fingers were grazing his scrotum on each pass, teasing him deliciously and making his cock grow and stiffen to hardness. She moved to his buttocks next, kneading and spreading them apart, and a couple of times, she allowed the fingernail of one index finger to just graze his anus, making him start at the sensation. Finally, she slipped one hand down around to cup he scrotum entirely and, when involuntarily raised his hips right away from the table top, she reached all the way beneath and allowed two fingers to grip the turgid base of his shaft. ‘Well, well,’ she cooed. ‘I guess not all of you is totally relaxed. Is it, Paul?’ He gasped aloud now as she let her palm slide fully along the length of his cock, pressing it against his belly. She ran one fingertip along the underside of his head. ‘I like it when a man is uncircumcised,’ she said. ‘It’ just a little extra to have fun with…’ She giggled naughtily and Paul gasped once again as she squeezed tightly for a second or two before withdrawing her hand. ‘Okay, let’s have you on your back,’ she whispered. Paul did as he was told and rolled over with some clumsiness. His muscles were a little limp from the massage but his cock was now completely erect and pointed stiffly toward the ceiling. He was not at all self-conscious now, for the anticipation of what was to come had a lit a hot fire of excitement in the pit of his stomach and he felt almost light-headed with arousal. His cock, though not especially huge, made up for in length what it lacked in girth, and, just inside the puckered opening of his foreskin, the glans shone pinkly. Kaylee regarded his cock with obvious approval. ‘Very nice, Paul,’ she smiled. She paused for a moment and then slipped off her flip-flops before deftly hooking a thumb into the waistband of her panties and sliding them off. She stepped out of them but Paul barely noticed this as he was transfixed by the sight of her beautiful mound. It was perfectly bald and smooth, without the merest hint of stubble, and it thrust prominently outward from the lower curve of her tummy to form a deliciously plump little saddle between her legs. She bent quickly and retrieved the flimsy little garment. ‘Now,’ she said, ‘these little panties are not at all appropriate for a proper panty job. I’ll have to change.
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