GIRL WITH A DIRTY MIND

Tim injured his hamstring playing football days earlier, and their usual sports therapist had booked some leave. In total agony, his manager persuaded him to visit a local sports masseuse in town. He arrived early to his appointment in case there were any earlier appointments. He saw how busy the surgery was, and knew his timing and luck was out. His 1.45 pm appointment was with a sports masseuse named Charlotte.

Tim loved to go out with his mates, get wrecked from alcohol, and have a genuine laugh. He had a cheeky spirit, played sports, and wore stylish hippy clothes. His mates knew he had a reputation as a womaniser, but Tim did not care about what others thought. As long as he got his fun, nothing else mattered.

He stared at his watch, 2.00 pm. This is ridiculous. I could have had some fun with Shirley this afternoon. I’m sure she would have soothed my injury better with her healing hands, he wondered. Shirley was his occasional fuck buddy, but she was never top priority in his mind. He cared only about getting his orgasm until another fine woman came along.

“Mr. Hudson, please,” the attractive woman shouted to the many people waiting in reception.

Tim rose, cuddling his sore leg, and struggled to walk over the small, immaculately clean, and delicately sandalwood scented room. There were fluffy white towels laid on the professional massage table. Incense burned in the corner, and the room gave off a sexual vibe, similar to Tim’s womanising brain at that moment.

“Please take a seat, Mr. Hudson,” the smart woman said, pointing to the leather seat in the corner of the room. “I need to ask a few questions and perform a quick consultation before I start. These are some basic questions, like where the area of your injury lies, and if you have any other problems.”

Yeah like is stroking my genitals part of your action plan? his kinky mind thought.

“Yeah, no problem,” Tim answered.

The professional masseuse saw his piercing blue eyes, almost hypnotising her into a state of lust. She hated that about her job. Professional sportsmen were often sent into her healing hands, and she was unable to take things further, even though her kinky mind often wanted to. Why would it be any different with another footballer in her sight?

Other clients were older rich men who desired the touch of a younger woman. Charlotte enjoyed the large tips and had recently obtained a mortgage to purchase a swanky apartment in the Town Centre. With a fantastic job and generous wage, she could afford to be lavish. Designer clothes resided in her wardrobe, hundreds of pounds per month were spent on expensive skincare and make-up, and she had at least two holidays each year. She had a boyfriend, but nothing magical, and he worshipped the ground she walked on. She did not like to feel smothered by a man. She liked independence, her own space, and a busy social life.

Why do I feel strangely attracted to my client? she wondered. Shit Charlotte! Remain professional. Work ethnics do not allow for lust to get in the way.

After the silly questions and answers, his consultation form was fully complete, and she asked for his signature and approval so she was able to start the treatment.

“Please remove your clothes and lie face down on the massage table. I will leave you for a few minutes to get undressed and comfortable.”

Charlotte felt flustered around the sexy young man, but had to push her lusty thoughts to one side and remain professional. “Are you comfortable?” she asked.

“Yes thanks,” he responded.

“Great. I am just going to cover your legs up with a towel. I will be moving the towel around as I go along, but I will start on your neck and back. Just try to relax throughout. I know your injury is painful but let me know if you feel any distress. I will just mix up your oil blend. You do not have any nut allergies do you?”

“No, nothing,” he replied.

She left his side and mixed up a blend of sweet almond oil, black pepper, and ginger to stimulate the circulation. She poured a generous handful onto her hands, rubbed it in, and started to massage over his hair-free muscular back, gradually increasing her effleurage movements over his back to release any tension and toxins into his lymph glands.

“Is the pressure okay, Sir?” she asked.

“Marvellous,” he replied, with a calming sigh.

After thirty minutes of a back massage, thigh massage, and buttock massage, she felt flushed, very attracted to his natural scent.

“Right, I need to turn you on your back now. I will hold the towel while you turn onto your back.”

Tim turned over, and Charlotte continued with the sports massage, rubbing the aromatic oils over the front of his hairy, muscular legs, deeply kneading over his thighs. She especially wanted to reach down into his boxers, massage his penis hard, turn him extremely horny, and pounce on him on the massage table. She managed to talk her conscious mind into sane reality.

The massage was almost complete and she knew she would be able to masturbate herself to ecstasy about the sexy stranger later. She moved her hands up his chest, massaged over his pecs and hips, and over his rippling muscular arms. Her infatuation built up, and her subconscious was in a fight over fantasy and reality.

She completed her final massage strokes, and moved her hands to his face, stimulating his scalp with her fingertips to relax his mind and body further. He opened his eyes and smiled, and in that instant she moved down to kiss her client.

Tim had looked her up and down like he did with every attractive girl he met, but only wanted his hamstring injury to disappear. Sex was on his brain but not fully. All that changed in a second when she made her sexual move.

Their lips fused, and he pulled her in closer onto his lips, their noses pushing together, tongues entwined with lust.

He pulled away to say, “That was a good massage. Now I know you are good with your hands, would you mind relieving my penis and stroking your oily hands over my stiff rock?”

“When I’m ready to Mr. Hudson, I will, although I thought of that moment throughout your entire treatment. You’re so fit.”

In response, he said, “And you’re pretty tasty yourself.”

He remained on the massage table. Charlotte pulled herself off his lips, and Tim watched her strip off her professional white jacket and trouser suit to reveal her slim, tanned figure.

She climbed on top, moved her lips over his once more, and they moved to heights of extreme arousal. She had no care in the world  if they got caught, and mixing business with pleasure was an instant dismissal in her line of work.

She removed the towel that covered his crotch and pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard member. A brush of her nail teased over his erection, and it twitched eagerly. “You naughty girl. Your body feels so fine as you stroke it against mine. I want to cover you in oil and rub my body against yours so we slip together. Doesn’t that thought give you the instant horn?” he queried.

“Don’t just say or think it, do it,” she insisted, handing him the small bottle of massage oil. His hands were oiled in an instant and he stroked her nipples with oil, and then ran them down her willowy silhouette.

Charlotte saturated her hand in oil and slipped her hand around his penis, making him moan with pleasure. He enjoyed her oily fingers masturbating his penis softly, and it turned him harder than ever. “Damn. I’m ready to cum, you minx. That feels unreal.”

“I don’t want you to cum on my hand, Mr. Hudson. I want you to cum up my deep, wet vagina. The mess you have caused inside my suit.”

She stepped off the massage table and walked confidently to her handbag to pull out a condom. She ripped it with sheer force out of its packet, and pushed it slowly onto his oily, throbbing penis. Charlotte climbed on top of him and Tim enjoyed watching a sexy, dominant girl take control. When he watched her insert it, the sight excited his mind and genitals, and he sighed as she started to push it deeper inside of her.

Her juices flowed out uncontrollably, tickling his testicles, but she continued with the deep thrusting paces, pushing his penis against her sensitive g-spot. One of her fantasies of seducing a sexy client had finally come true.

Sex with Chris, her loving boyfriend, had become routine and boring. She craved adventure, a bad boy who would offer elated pleasures and true orgasms.

Throughout the massage, Charlotte felt horny and wet, but let her hands offer the soothing pleasures of relaxation. An hour later, lusty thoughts took over and she fucked him like a sexual maniac, moving her ass up and down on him, his eyes focused, watching her push onto him, her legs gripping underneath his back, pushing him in deep.

Charlotte slipped her finger toward her wet hole, covered her finger in lubrication, and furiously masturbated her aroused clit.

The attraction in his eyes made her want to try out all sorts of fantasies, but time was against the couple. The sight before him was like a full on porn movie. The vision as she touched herself was too much for Tim’s erotically charged  mind and throbbing cock, and pushed him desperately closer to orgasm. No girl had ever been so confident as to sit on top of him before. It was different and enticing to watch.

She rubbed herself harder, feeling the build up in her breaths, her vagina tensing, the warm feelings overpowering her, but stopped to concentrate on giving the fine man she sat on top of, the full on pleasure.

Sweat glistened over her neck, breasts, and abdomen, but she was in no way exhausted. She knew the longer the wait for orgasms, the stronger the experience would last.

Charlotte continued to caress her clit, while his penis penetrated her g-spot repetitively, taking her closer to vaginal climax. She wanted the build up in her clitoral climax to be worth the wait and become multi-orgasmic, as she often did with men who frustrated her mind and turned her naughty from one look of lust. She wanted them to climax together and held her mental strength.

In moments, he took her to a potent vaginal orgasm, and he let go of the thoughts and came equally vigorous. She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Shit. I’m way over my appointment; you have to go now or I may get in trouble.”

“Sure. I thought the same, I must have had an extra half hour with you, but you and your magic hands have certainly given me something to think about, as well as cured my sprain.

“No problem. Glad to be of help. Maybe you would like to pop in again sometime.”

“I think our normal sports masseuse will be back off holiday, but you never know.”

Feisty Charlotte had experienced an afternoon of fun, and she needed the tension release. She was not bothered about a relationship with the hunky footballer; after all, she had used her womanly charms to seduce the socks off him.

Tim walked off with relaxation in his muscles, mind full of happy thoughts, and he glanced back at her before he walked off and caught her cheeky wink. He loved her dominating control. He definitely wanted to see Charlotte again after their spontaneous afternoon session of lust, and hoped to injure another part of himself through his tough sport, but it all depended on the return of his usual masseuse. Would she return and take away him away from his new feisty woman? Only time would tell.