Happy Ending

I storm out of the office and onto the busy street, my teeth clenched. Who the hell does Andrew think he is, humiliating me like that in front of his clients?!

I know that he can’t tell anyone about our relationship because it would jeopardize the campaign, but talking to me like I’m nothing but his assistant in front of those people was a step too far. I’m his god damn legal adviser for Christs sake, not some idiot in a mini skirt who has nothing better to do than run around after him making puppy dog eyes.

Fuck him, and fuck his skinny soy latte. He can get his own damn coffee.

I wrap my coat more tightly around me, shivering slightly in the autumn chill, and head off down the street in the direction of my apartment. As I’m walking, I see the "Lotus Massage Parlor" and pause by the door. I’ve thought about going in a hundred times before, and my friends all rave about Jasmin and her healing hands. Screw it, I deserve to do something for myself for a change, I reach for the door and hear the gentle ding of a bell as I pass through.

I stand for a moment in the empty reception before soft footsteps echo down the hall and a young man rounds the corner. He’s handsome—dressed in the classic white shirt and trousers of a massage therapist, short, wavy brown hair, dark eyes and stubble covering his strong jaw. He steps behind the desk and smiles warmly at me. "Do you have an appointment?" He picks up a pen and absently thumbs the end of it as he looks at me expectantly.

I falter, "Erm, no, my friend recommended Jasmin, and I have a free hour…I thought maybe she'd be available…" I trail off as he studies the appointment book.

"Ahh, unfortunately Jasmin is fully booked today, but I’m available if you’d like?" I dart my eyes away and look quickly out of the window. I wasn’t expecting a man, but I’m here now, I may as well. I turn back to him and smile.

***

I’ve stripped off as instructed and settled face down on the bed before calling him back into the room. The towel barely covering the smooth curve of my ass makes me feel exposed but I clench my teeth and force myself to relax; he’s a professional, he does this all the time.

I close my eyes and focus on the gentle music and relaxing smell of lavender oil in the air. The clean, white towel is soft beneath me and I feel the weight of the day start to leave my shoulders as I relax down into the bed.

The nerve endings in my back jump to life as his fingers run down my spine. Ahhh, this is what I need.

His palms are sliding down my back, slick with oil, the heels of his hands applying gentle pressure as he reaches the dimples at the small of my back, before releasing the pressure and slipping back up the length of my spine.

He moves around to stand above my head and as he reaches forward to message the top of my back I feel his breath touching my skin. A slight tingle starts between my legs.

He moves to the left side of the bed and his strong hands run down my arm, his fingers gently squeezing as he slides them the length of my arm and then briefly intertwines them with mine before slipping away to start again. He goes on like this for some time, moving around the bed, systematically relaxing my muscles and easing the knots from my tired body, his hands skilled like a musician, and I am his willing instrument.

For a moment I can’t feel him touching me and I’m unsure where I will next feel the sensation of his fingers on my skin, and then suddenly his knuckles gently dig into the soles of my feet. I jump, his touch unexpected. He places his hands on the backs of my calves, as if to reassure me and starts to slide his hands up the length of my legs towards my ass. A little throb starts in the bead of my clit as his thumbs run up the inside of thighs.

I slightly shake my head and smile to myself; this is ridiculous, why am I getting turned on? He’s only doing his job.

His hands have slipped back down to my feet and are starting the journey back up towards my ass as I’m reprimanding myself for my stupid thoughts. His hands reach my ass and slip under the towel; his hands grasp my ass cheeks and he gently pushes, grinding my clit into the bed and causing me to gasp as an explosion of sensation shoots from between my legs. I feel him hesitate, and I wonder if he heard me.

His thumbs dip into the crease where my ass meets my thighs and he slowly traces the line. When he arrives in the middle, his hands excruciatingly close to my hot, wet slit, he moves his hands downwards again and starts to push apart my thighs.

My eyes shoot open. Is this happening? I start to close my legs on impulse and find his strong hands are there to stop me. His finger nails gently scrape up the inside of my thighs and one finger brushes my already wet opening. He leans forward and speaks huskily behind me. "If you want me to stop, just say." I can hear the lust in his voice and it only makes me want him more. But what about Andrew? I pause for a moment, and then think "Fuck Andrew. He can consider this payback for today."

I relax my legs and let them fall apart, slightly raising my ass towards him. I feel the towel pushed from my body and hear it fall to the floor beside the bed. His hands run freely across my ass, and then press me firmly into the bed in a few rhythmic bursts. I let out a small groan as my clit grinds against the firm bed.

His fingers grip under my hips and pull me up, effortlessly flipping me over onto my back. I open my eyes and see that he is kneeling on the bed, my legs either side of him, his eyes roaming across my naked body. I can see the bulge of his hard cock in his white, cotton trousers. He reaches to his waist and grips the bottom of his shirt in either hand, pulling it up and over his head. As he throws his shirt to floor at the side of the bed, his eyes come to rest on my hard nipples, I raise my arms above my head, my breasts lifting higher up towards him and I look him straight in the eye.

My look must say enough because he leans his body right across mine and takes my left nipple gently in his mouth, flicking the bud with his warm, wet tongue. I grab the top of the bed with one hand and a handful of his hair with the other, the fast rising and falling of my chest causing his head to bob up and down to keep a hold on my nipple. I groan and arch my back, pressing my stomach against his chest.

He holds himself above me with his left hand and his right moves down between my legs to my warm, wet pussy. My whole body jerks as the flat of his palm presses gently against my clit, before slowing sliding down so that his middle finger can tease the entrance of my hole. I hook a leg over his back and pull my body against his hand, grinding and gyrating against it.

His mouth drops my nipple and comes up to meet mine. He kisses me deeply and slowly, and I return the kiss desperately, my body pressing up against his. I can feel the heat and pressure of his cock against me.

Minutes pass as we writhe against each other, clutching, stroking, exploring. I can’t take it anymore and pull my face away from his, looking into his dark eyes. "Fuck me. Fuck me now." He sits up and swings his legs off the bed, his hands already starting to pull down his trousers and boxers. I watch his cock spring free and the throbbing between my legs intensifies. He climbs back onto the bed, his knees nudging apart my thighs, opening me wider and wider. He sits forward, his cock in his hand and gently presses the head against my opening. He slides it up and down a few times, rubbing it in tiny circles over my clit before suddenly thrusting the huge, thick shaft deep inside my aching pussy.

I cry out, pleasure shoots through my body as he starts to slide in and out of me, slow and deep. His eyes lock onto mine and I bite my lip to stop from screaming as I feel an orgasm building. I know I can’t hold out for long, but I want us to come together. I reach up and around his neck, pulling his weight down onto me. Our lips meet and I wrap my legs around his back, pulling him deeper inside. I push myself up against him hard and relish the feeling of his cock thrusting deep into my dripping pussy. He moans and pulls his mouth away from mine, twining his fingers into my hair, unable to hold back any longer he starts pounding me hard and fast. His balls slap against my ass as his plunges deeper into me with every thrust.

As an incredible orgasm rips through me. I scream, biting into his shoulder and digging my nails into his back. I buck underneath him, riding out the spasms that grip me and shuddering with intense pleasure. He comes too, throwing his head back, his mouth open and his cock emptying its load deep within me.

We lie there, panting and enjoying the indulgent aftershocks. When we’ve caught our breath and the sensation is starting to return to my limbs, he rolls off me and stands up.

I catch his eye and smile shyly, he grins. "Well that was different. Same time next week?"