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Chapter #5
your place or mine
by: cynthia hall
When we got to my car, something came over me. Perhaps it was my sense of adventure, freed by that little squeeze of my hand that had sent me reeling. But I lost all sense of danger (especially when I looked into his soft, limpid eyes, filled with trust) and, in a flirtiness that would have made Joan Collins proud, I said: "Do you make house calls...?" Before I knew it (I forget the ride back to my apartment, letting him in, offering him a drink, and the stripping off of my blouse), I was stretched out on the kitchen counter, naked except for a towel, those hands (ohhh God those hands!) of his working their magic into my muscles, into my back and neck and knees. I went from swoon to deep swoon to shudder and my lust got the best of me (and him) the moment he touched the back of my legs, just above the knee. "You don't really think I need this towel, do you..." "It's there only for the client's modesty. For the massage, it's rather a burden..." "Then let's concentrate on the massage," I said, and in one motion removed the towel and swiveled my legs around to face him. He slowly parted my legs, his magic hands descending my thighs, now moist with my "effusions". I had already experienced orgasm, and we hadn't even made love yet. He opened my legs wider and...
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