I've always been pretty useful with my hands and before you start with the jokes, yes, i enjoy a good wank like any other guy - who doesn't? (I haven't gone blind, yet; although having to shave my palms once a month is a drag). It's the reason why God gave us opposable thumbs! Anyway, apart from some average d.i.y skills about the house, i also give good massage, if i do say so myself (which i don't!), and decided to do a little moonlighting by advertising in several publications.
The response was brisk and varied: Married women seeking a little 'afternoon delight' while their husbands were at work; Single men exploring their 'bi-curious' side; Gay men asking for 'a little extra', sometimes getting it too, and couples who enjoyed sharing a discreet moment away from it all. Some became regular visitors and a few are still good friends.
I met Ghita and Harry for the first time in 1992. Over the phone he asked about types of massage and i told him Swedish (with talc), regular (with oil), and also with aromatherapy oils. She liked the sound of the latter and duly arrived the week after our initial phone conversation, where he'd mentioned her curiosity about white men. She'd never made love with one before and wanted to see what it was like. That made us even in a way as i'd never had a black woman although my ex-wife was half-Indian (the top half i think), which doesn't really count.
My initial impression of Ghita was of a woman in her late thirties; lush black hair fell around her slim shoulders framing a pretty, coffee-brown face with dark, intelligent brown eyes that calmly regarded my overt scrutiny with an appraisal of her own, judging how far she was prepared to go. Harry appeared to be about ten years older; a thick salt-and-pepper moustache decorated his upper lip with pride and he shook my hand firmly, looking at me from behind an expensively framed pair of tinted lenses, perched on his aquiline nose. He was three, maybe four, inches short of my six feet, but somewhat taller than his wife who had to look up to see us leading the way upstairs.
"Here we are," I said, pointing out the massage table in the middle of my spare room, "would you like a drink?"
Ghita shook her head and looked around, noticing a single bed against the opposite wall with a slight smile. Harry accepted an ice cold glass of orange juice gratefully as it was a hot evening and sat down, watching his wife take off her sari unselfconsciously while I selected my oils.
"Lay down on your tummy," I suggested, pouring a generous amount of grape seed oil into a blue china bowl, "take a deep breath and relax. Are you ticklish?"
Harry repeated what I'd said in Hindi and she shook her head, made herself comfortable on the padded table, covering her face in that glorious mane of hair, making it the only part of her body that wasn't beautifully nude.
"What is in the bowl?" He asked, making himself more comfortable in the chair across from me.
I poured a little of the mixture onto my palms, rubbed it in slowly and told him, "cedar wood, rose and a little ylang-ylang."
Ghita drew a sharp breath as my palms rested lightly on the small of her back and let it out softly as i began to rub up her spine, across both shoulders, then back to where i started from; repeating the circuit several times until her back glistened with a light sheen of oil. Her breathing became deep and regular as i concentrated on the nape of her neck, rolling both thumbs over the tangled knot of nerves there before sliding a hand down each of her arms that lay loosely by her torso. She sighed with pleasure and muttered something under her breath as my finger tips traced back to my starting point, surreptitiously brushing my hard on with her hand.
"She say you have soft hands and a hard cock." Harry translated.
I smiled, poured more oil onto my palms and began kneading the firm flesh of her buttocks. She squeezed my balls and rested her hand back on the table, wiggling sensuously under my hands as they stroked up and down her muscular thighs, parting them slightly to ensure they were fully coated in oil. The lips of her pussy smiled up at me through a dark thicket of black hair and i managed to resist the temptation to run my fingers along her slit, trailing them along the back of her legs, taking a foot in both hands to stroke the sole instead; slowly tweaking each toe between thumb and forefinger, then moving round with my back to Harry and repeating the rhythm along the other side, her hand sneaking another feel of my erection on the way up her body until i stood over her head, looking down her spine as my hands cupped her face, stroking softly. Only the thin cotton of my shorts stood between her warm, wet mouth and the head of my cock; i could feel her hot breath come in short, fast gasps as the erotic tension grew between us and drew back before the urge to feel her sweet lips around my cock overcame my control. I took a long, cold drink to regain a semblance of composure and asked Harry to tell her to her to roll over.
With exquisite grace she did so, presenting her full breasts to my avid gaze and i kept my eyes locked on them as i began to rub alongside her neck, down her décolletage and across her arms, pressing my crotch onto the top of her head to let her feel my excitement. I then poured a generous amount of oil over her breasts, cupping them gently to rub them together, spreading the oil evenly over them. While i teased her firm, fat nipples in-between slippery fingers she raised her hands up to the top of my shorts, working them down until my erection lay exposed over her face. Ghita's hot breath sent a shiver through my balls and she smothered them with kisses as i squeezed her tits, rolling and slapping them around in my hands until i could almost see my face reflected on the oily surface. As her exploring tongue found the tip of my cock i stepped back, slipped off my shorts and moved round the table until i stood at her feet, gently moving them apart to reveal her bushy pussy. She muttered under her breath and i glanced at Harry with a questioning look, lifted her foot and tenderly began to suck her toes, one after another.
"You're making her very hot," he said, rubbing the front of his trousers, "and she like how you tease her but she wants you very much."
I could see that from where i stood. Her thick cunt lips were flushed with anticipation, curling up from the dark curls and exuding a delicious aroma that made my mouth water. She gave another moan and said something to Harry that made him smile and stand up, unzipping himself as he did so.
"She want you to make her cum with your tongue," he said, slowly stroking his handsome length, "if you make her cum, she'll let you fuck her."
I put her foot over my shoulder, took the other one and sucked her toes, teasing her some more while Harry fed his cock into her mouth. Her moans became more urgent as she felt my lips making their unhurried way along her smooth legs, pulling her towards my mouth as i pushed them back over her head, running my tongue in a zigzag down the back of her thighs until it brushed her sexy cunt.
Harry held her legs apart, watching closely as i slid the tip of my tongue along her slit and flicked her clit gently before sliding back down again. She groaned loudly, writhing between my tongue in her cunt and his cock in her mouth. Her juices flowed like hot syrup and i drank them down, savouring her spicy flavour, alternately licking deep and long, short and fast, tongue fucking her juicy flesh, feeling her excitement wash over my face. Ghita's moans came hard and fast when she felt my tongue slither down her crack, teasing her tight, puckered hole before making my way back to her clit, rolling it between my teeth, pulling the hot bud up and sucking it like a little cock. Her arse bounced under my hands and i held her open, sucking her cunt like a ripe peach. I glanced up and watched her consume Harry's cock for a while before delving back between her soft cheeks, lewdly rimming her funky arsehole as my fingers stroked her inner thighs. She was close. A well placed thumb in her arse brought her closer, my nimble fingers pinching her clit closer still and as i locked onto her cunt, sucking hard, she pitched headlong over the edge, cumming over my tongue which thrust busily in and out of her soaking slit. I love sucking hot pussy, sometimes more than fucking it!
"Oh! She like that," gasped Harry, "you have condom?"
Does the Pope wear a tall hat? I grinned and licked my lips clean, opened a drawer where i kept my oils and selected a mint blue condom, put it on with a minimum of delay and stepped back to where Ghita lay rubbing her clit as though keeping her motor running. Like most women who've just cum she had a beautiful glow on her face; her eyes closed in bliss; her mouth open for Harry's cock, tongue fluttering over the tip.
I pulled her towards me and stroked the lips of her pussy with the head of my cock, teasing her clit and her cunt, basting my meat with her juices before pushing it slowly inside. Harry started to climb onto the table, whether to get a better view of my cock slipping up his wife's tight, wet pussy or to feed his cock deeper into her mouth, i couldn't tell. But i warned him of the dangers of putting too much weight on and he contented himself by standing beside her where she could just reach his cock with her tongue and he could get a good handful of her tits. Ghita folded one arm behind her head, supporting herself as she held her husbands cock with the other, stroking his length while sucking the head of his cock, taking me at the same time, inch by inch. I held her legs open and watched her take it all, balls deep, sighing with pleasure as i felt her cunt hug my shaft in a warm, wet welcome.
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