Work day fantasy

It was a slow Friday at the salon. Except for restocking some items in the retail section, answering the occasional phone call, and helping a few customers who had come in for a hair or body treatment, she was thoroughly bored. She could only tidy the shelves and fold towels so much until they were all done. As she sat at the front desk she thought back… It had been a couple of weeks since she had made the drive down to D.C. to see her old high school friend. She thought back on the sensations he made her feel, the soft touches, the feel of his penis inside her, his mouth on her skin; she smiled to herself. If she closed her eyes, she could smell him, his cologne and his natural smell a masculine scent that she could not get out of her head. She told herself she would not get attached to him but she wanted him again, if only just for the night. She messaged with him all the time. He was a good listener and had good advice and, in her eyes, the most genuine man she had ever known. They entertained each other with silly banter, flirting back and forth and sending sexy photos to each other. She liked seeing him in the pictures, but she liked his sexy mind even more; he had the ability to turn her on with just his words. She liked sending him pictures too, and it turned her on even more taking them for him and knowing that he was turned on by them. She was still a little shy about her body even though he had explored every inch of it already, so she always showed just enough to get his blood flowing while still teasing him leaving him wanting more. As she thought about him she realized that her body’s reaction was to prepare her for sex with him again; she was wet. She squirmed a little in her chair and felt the wetness seeping out of her and soaking into her panties. She shook her head, every time she thought about him, this happened. It was nice to be wanted by someone but also nice to want somebody to touch her again; she had lost that in her marriage. She messaged him “I am sitting here wet at work thinking about you”. He replied “oh really…show me”. She loved his playful nature, always daring her to do stuff and push her limits just a little. She looked around and saw no customers. She asked one of the stylists to watch the front desk while went to the bathroom real fast. She went into the bathroom and slid her pants down. She saw the dark wet spot on her panties and smiled to herself. She took a picture of that for him, he would love that. She then slipped her panties to the side and felt her wetness with her fingers. It gave her a tingle as she touched herself. She hadn’t sent him one like this before but she spread herself open a little so he could see her wetness and took a picture. She pulled her pants up again and washed her hands quickly and went back out to the front counter. She sent the photos to him with the message “See...I told you”. He responded with three simple words “I want you”; she smiled and shivered. She felt the blood rush again swelling her clitoris. She was extremely turned on, but she didn’t want to bother him anymore as he was at work doing principally stuff. It was almost her lunch break anyway. When her break time arrived, she walked out to her SUV in the rear of the building. She wasn’t very hungry today, she could always grab a slice of pizza from the place down on the corner or get a salad from the restaurant next door, but it was raining, and she decided against it. She just wanted to get in her car and close her eyes for a little while and listen to some music. The last 6 months of her old relationship had taken their toll on her and she was tired. She tiptoed through the puddles and got in the car. She turned on the ignition and plugged her phone into the entertainment system so she could listen to Pandora. It was dark, and the rain was really starting to come down. She reclined her seat all the way back and shut her eyes. Within minutes her mind was on him again… She thought for a moment wondering to herself if she dared to. It was overcast, the heavy rain would obscure anyone’s view and her seat was down. What if one of the students from the school across the street walked by; she didn’t care she was about to explode. She unbuttoned her pants and slid them down just enough to get her hand inside comfortably. Her hand slid inside her panties and touched her warm wetness. She began to rub her aching clit in a circular motion, stimulating herself in the most pleasurable way. Not as good as the pink toy she had at home, but it would have to do. As she rubbed herself, she thought about him as the music played. As her fingers tickled her hard clit and probed her wet pussy she fantasized about him. She imagined him showing up to her work. He was there for a massage and she was not the person at the front desk she was a massage therapist. As she came out to greet him for his appointment she smiled and introduced herself like they did not know each other; he went along with the ruse so as not to alert any of the other employees. She took him back to the therapy room and went through the motions of explaining to him to undress, put his clothes on the shelf, and get onto the table under the covers lying face down. He complied. She knocked on the door a few minutes later and entered the room quietly locking the door behind her. He was on the table in the dim light. He looked up and shot her a devilish smile and she winked back. She began the massage like any other she had given. Working from his back to his shoulders and down to his legs. She worked the oil into his olive skin, massaging his muscles; running her finger over him and tracing his many tattoos. She asked if the pressure was ok and he nodded. After she finished his back and re-covered him with the sheet she whispered in his ear “time to flip over” lightly kissing him on the earlobe as she did. She held the sheet while her rolled over. When she re-draped the sheet over him, she saw the sheet was poking up from his erect penis. This happened sometimes to men during massages and as a professional she was trained to ignore it. But for him she would give him something extra with his massage. She continued to massage the front of him, but she was already distracted thinking about him under the sheet. She leaned down to his ear and whispered, “I see you have something that needs some special attention”. He grinned and she kissed him lightly on the mouth. She pulled back the sheet revealing his penis. She admired it momentarily then put some oil on her hand and began to massage it expertly up and down with her hand. He put his own hand to his mouth muffling his pleasure. She took her other hand and massaged his balls while all the while stroking his penis. She stroked it up and down and then rubbed the head of it squeezing softly. He squirmed on the table and his penis glistened with oil in the dim light of the room. She wanted to make him cum, to see it shoot out of him like it had on her chest the first time they met. She felt him start to stiffen in her hand and just then he grabbed her hand. “Not yet”, he said. He sat up suddenly and swung he legs over the side of the massage table and while sitting on it pulled her close in and kissed her hard on the mouth. She let his tongue in and put hers inside his mouth, tasting him. He ran his hand over her shirt and squeezed at her breasts. She moaned and arched her back slightly. She leaned back forward and whispered in his ear again as he was kissing her neck “You have to be fast I don’t want us to get in trouble”. He nodded and understood. He slipped off the table and stood up, he moved round behind her and embraced her his hands underneath her arms grabbing her waist, running his hands inside her pants in the front. His hand slipped into her panties and he felt her wetness; she was ready for him. He slid her pants down and pushed her down gently bending her over the massage table. His hand was inside her thigh and he pushed gently to get her to spread her legs for him. He knelt down and she felt his tongue suddenly licking her wet pussy from behind; she moaned into the table. His velvety tongue pushed inside her lapping up the sweetness, then she felt his finger slip inside her. As he fingered her and tickled her g-spot his tongue licked her tight asshole. She was engulfed with pleasure. He stood up and she knew what was coming as her entered her from behind. He slipped inside her easily from the wetness of her pussy and the oil on his penis. He stroked back and forth into her slowly at first and then more quickly picking up his pace. She felt pressure on her asshole and then felt his finger slip inside her. God, he knew just what she wanted, and she didn’t even have to ask for it. His pace quickened and his finger tickled around inside her ass. His balls felt so good slapping against her clit from behind. Her head was spinning as her orgasm came over her in a strong wave; he felt it too as her pussy contracted around his hard penis. She let him continue enjoying the sensation of his thrusting and she heard him start to groan. Just as he was about to burst, she expertly slipped off of him and turned around and got to her knees and took him in her mouth. He groaned and tensed up and let his hot cum fill her mouth which she gladly accepted and swallowed not wanting to make a mess in the therapy room. She let him finish and made sure she had caught every drop of his sweet semen. After they caught their breath, she offered him a wet hand towel to clean up with. She kissed him told him to dress and she left the room. He emerged a few minutes later. She looked around as he walked up to the front, no one seemed to be the wiser of their extracurricular activities. He paid for his appointment and thanked her for the massage. “My pleasure” she replied; he knew exactly what she meant. With the rain pounding on the car, her real-life orgasm came on strong, her fantasy and her fingers had done the trick. As she came her hips flexed up to his invisible penis, and the pleasure coursed through her. Her finger continued to swirl her clit a little longer as she came down from her climax. She slowed her breath, removed her hand and buttoned up her pants. She put the chair back in its upright position and looked at herself in the mirror under the sun visor. She fixed her hair a little, she was a little flushed, but no one would be able to tell. She turned off the ignition counted to three and ran back through the rain and the wet parking lot to the salon. She shook the rain off her as she walked in. She walked back to the reception desk. There was only one client getting her hair styled; still quiet she thought to herself. As she sat back down, she wondered if she should become a massage therapist. She grinned and watched the clock, counting the minutes. She could not wait until he was done with work and would start to message her.