Dating : Practicing For Her Massage License

“Ok class, I know it’s not ideal, but find a way to practice. You can’t be a massage therapist unless you get your hands on someone.”

Jennifer waved good-bye and shut her laptop. When she enrolled to become a massage therapist, she envisioned candles, oils, and naked people on a table. She never pictured a global pandemic would put her life long dream on hold.

She stretched in her chair, feeling her back pop. She could use a massage herself, but that would have to wait till it was safe outside. Her stomach growled. She hoped Kevin saved her some pizza.

Kevin moved in with her right before the lockdown and turned out to be the perfect roommate. He wasn’t loud, they had the same taste in music and soon bonded over a love of literature.

“There are still a few slices in the box,” he said, as she walked into the room.

Jennifer grabbed the last two slices and curled up on the couch next to him. “God, your feet are icicles,” he said, throwing part of the blanket over her. “You know we can turn up the heat.”

“Yeah, I could have. I was busy in class.”

“How’s learning massage therapy through a computer screen?” Jennifer rolled her eyes. “That bad huh?” Her sigh was all he needed to know. “You know, if you ever need some help, you could massage me.”

“Really? That wouldn’t be weird?”

“No, why would it?”

“Um, you wouldn’t have any clothes on.”

“Your point? I get a free massage out of it.”

Jennifer couldn’t lie, it sounded good. She needed the practice, and part of her had been desperately trying to see Kevin naked since he moved in. Now was her chance.

“Ok,” she said, getting up and putting her plate in the sink. “Go get naked, and I’ll grab my oils.”

Jennifer, a mixture of nerves and excitement, grabbed her oils and moved her massage table to the center of her room. She threw a sheet over it and started lighting candles. She knew some places didn’t use candles, but they helped her relax.

She decided against playing Enya. That was just too much, even for her. The knock at her door scared the hell out of her. She turned around to see Kevin standing there, a white towel tied around his waist. His chest and abs stood out against the flickering light.

“Ooh, candles. You trying to seduce me?” he asked, flashing Jennifer a devilish grin. Even in the candlelight, Jennifer knew he could see her cheeks flush. “I’m teasing. Or am I?” He let the pause linger. “So, how do you want me?”

“Um, could you just lay here on the table and put your face in this hole?” He hopped up, spinning his legs around as he laid face down on the table.

“What do you want me to do with this towel?”

“Oh, right. Here, I’ll fold it up over your butt so it doesn’t cover your legs.” Jennifer tugged the towel free while Kevin lifted his hips off the table to help. “Ok, I’ll start on your neck and shoulders, and then we can go from there.” Kevin mumbled his agreement.

Jennifer poured a little of the scented oil in her hands, rubbing them together to warm it. They say the first touch is crucial, and she didn’t want her first client to be mad because she used cold oil.

In her hands, she felt him begin to relax. Her heart thudded in her throat. She felt excited and turned on while rubbing him down. She hadn’t touched another person in over six months, and doing it now was giving her butterflies.

She trailed her hands down to his broad shoulders, squeezing a little harder at the taught muscles. Her hands worked in unison, pushing and pulling against each shoulder.

She moved her hands to his back, feeling the hardness of his muscles give way under her care. She worked the heels of her palms up and down the edges of his spine, slowly moving further out across his back with each push. His body was putty in her hands, fully relaxed, and all hers.

“Ok, I’m gonna do your legs now,” she said. Oiling her hands one more time, Jennifer grabbed his foot and started rubbing. Moving up his calves, she was in her element and missed what he said.

“Jen?”

“Oh, sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”

“You can push harder.”

“Right.” Her fingers dimpled his skin as she pressed deep into the muscles of his hamstrings. She could feel the strength in his legs. She inched higher and higher up, her fingers brushing the edge of the towel.

“Here,” he said grabbing the towel and pulling it to the floor. Time stopped. Jennifer started down at his perfectly shaped ass. “Sorry, I should have asked you if that was ok. Is it?”

“Yeah. Totally.” She could hear the wavering of her voice. She prayed he didn’t notice. Her hands hovered over his ass. She bit her lip.

Gently, she put her palms on him. She worked from the outside in, pressing his cheeks together as her fingers splayed wide.

The mixture of the candlelight, his firm body, and the oil over her hands was doing quick work on Jennifer’s mind. It also did quick work on her pussy. She could feel herself getting wetter with each throb of her heart.

“If you want, you can turn over.” She held her breath.

“Ok, where’s my towel?”

“Uh, I don’t mind if you don’t.” It was the boldest statement she ever uttered. Her heart sat on the tip of her tongue. She started to second guess herself until Kevin lifted his head and looked at her.

Even in the poor lighting, she could see the lust behind his blue eyes. She watched as he rolled over. Her eyes drifted to his cock. It wasn’t hard but looked as if it would spring to life any second. As she oiled her hands, she caught a glimpse of it twitch.

Her pussy flooded in response.

She positioned herself at the top of the table, her hips inches from his head. Her hands reached out and began their graceful dance over his chest. With each push, she leaned further forward, her tits grazing his face. She was glad she hadn’t worn a bra.

“The oil is gonna ruin your shirt.”

“Are you trying to get me naked now?” she asked looking down at him from between her arms. His smirk said it all.

In one smooth motion, she threw her shirt to the floor, freeing her small perky tits. Her hands found his chest again, pressing harder with each stroke. Her nipples grazed his cheeks, the stubble making them hard. She felt his hot breath and steered her tits toward his open mouth.

A moan escaped her as he started to suck. She watched his cock grow. Her eyes glued to it.

“Oh, bring those back. I wasn’t done sucking on them.” She flashed him a wicked grin as she walked to the side of the table. She wiggled her ass and peeled her shorts down her legs, bending at the waist to scoop them off the floor. She heard him moan as her ass filled his view.

Now that he knew what awaited him, she needed to know what he had to offer.

Putting more oil in her hands, she gripped his cock and started stroking it. His thick shaft was almost too much for her tiny hands. He wasn’t the longest cock she’d ever had, but he was about to be the thickest.

Her pussy dripped with every stroke.

She climbed on the table, straddling his thighs. Their eyes found each other as she stroked him faster and faster. Her other hand massaged his balls, coating them in oil. The candlelight danced over their bodies.

He gripped her shoulders, pulling her into his lips. Her hands found her pussy. As their tongues fought, her fingers stroked her clit and wet lips. Her pussy throbbed with desire.

She needed him now.

The animal inside her took over. She pushed him back on the table and positioned herself over of his thick cock. She reached under and rubbed the head of his dick back and forth on her pussy lips.

The oil and his precum mixed with her wetness. She felt herself open wide as she sat on his dick. She felt like she was splitting in two, his thickness almost too much for her. Bit by bit, she took him as deep as she could.

She leaned forward, her hands on his chest. Their lips found each other again as she rocked back and forth, her pussy relaxing more and more to take his girth. His big hands grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart.

He pulled her up slightly, giving his hips more room to move. Her tits now in his face, he sucked on them as he fucked her hard and fast.

Her thighs ached. Her pussy flooded. She was close. Steadying herself with one hand, the other reached to play with her clit. She rubbed herself willing her orgasm to life. She was close.

“Play with my ass,” she told him.

He happily obeyed. As he sucked harder on her tits, his finger found her ass, sliding deep inside her. It was all it took. Her body clenched down on his finger and thick cock. Wave after wave rolled over her body. The table shook, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

Lust possessed her soul.

“I want to taste myself on you,” she said, siding off of him and kneeling on the table. Kevin swung his legs off the table and stood before her open mouth. Jennifer didn’t hesitate. She took his thick cock down her throat, gagging as she did.

Like an expert, she worshiped his cock. Her lips and throat doing most of the work. Spit hung from her chin. She felt him tighten in her mouth.

She pulled away and looked up and him.

His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking and twisting as he finished himself off. Hot cum sprayed over her tits, running down her stomach. She kissed the head of his dick one last time and stood.

“If this is how you give a massage, I don’t think you’ll have any problems finding a client.”

“Well, you’ll always be my first. Let me check my calendar, but I think I can fit you in tomorrow if you need another one,” she said, smacking his ass.

“I think tomorrow works perfectly.”

Jennifer couldn’t agree more. Maybe this lockdown would be good practice for her after all.