1. Neighbourhood Training Scheme


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: dogsnstuff, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    chuckling. He asked how long the Blair’s had lived in the street. “They’ve been here twelve years,” I frowned and asked why he wanted to know. “How long have you known Mr Hudson?” It became apparent where Steve was heading with his questions. I squirmed. Mr Blair was a lawyer in the city and spent every major sporting event at our place, drinking with my dad and yelling at the screen. He dressed well but had a bit of a Neanderthal look with an almost permanent 5 o’clock shadow and a haircut that was the bane of his wife’s life. I had never spent any time thinking about him like that but now that Steve introduced the idea it was all I could focus on. Sean went off to start his client and Steve followed him, scheming. I stood up and squeezed my thighs together. Going down to the studio I stood in the open doorway and watched Sean manipulating the feet of the older man. They were chatting away as he dug his fingers into the calf muscles then moved around to the shoulders, avoiding the entire middle of his body. Mr Blair grunted as the massage therapist found the tension and began to work at it. Mr Blair was certainly a hirsute man with hairy forearms and a thick pelt on his chest. “Nick, I have someone here who is doing a bit of work with me, learning the, um, ins and outs of the business. Is it okay if she comes in and observes?” He got the client to turn onto his stomach and rest his head in the donut shape at the head of the table. “No pressure,” he leaned down and muttered ...
    something in the man’s ear and then beckoned me in. I had a choice. I could turn and leave, go home and do some study for my exam the next day, or I could enter and let whatever was going to happen, happen. I could let really let my slut loose. I stepped inside. Sean was all business. Apart from the fact that I was told to strip via sign language he proceeded to tell me what to do. I focused on the legs, using the hell of my palms and then my oiled forearms to roll the hairy flesh. Steve knocked on the door and said there was a kind of important call for Sean. I was suddenly alone with the 46 year old neighbour. I kept the movement going and moved up to his back. “I know it is really bad, but now that it’s you, can you do my thighs and lower back. I sound like a homophobe but having a man’s hands on me freaks me out a bit.” He reached around and pulled the towel from his back, exposing a pair of hairy thighs and butt cheeks. I told him that it was fine and continued to use my forearms to press and roll his firm flesh. I was oblivious to the fact that as I reached over him my breasts were dragging across his skin. “So, this must be a little different, being on the other side.” I had no idea what he was talking about. “I suppose there is a big difference between being a massage therapist and a masseuse. It’s funny that the one that can offer a happy ending is the cheaper of the two.” “I think that depends on what you consider to be a happy ending,” I commented, having no idea ...
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