Masseuse

I don't particularly fancy being near smokers -- especially women smokers -- but as the woman leaning against the railing got out a cigarette, I found myself watching her -- intently. She fumbled in her handbag for a minute then threw a casual glance in my direction.

I waited as she walked towards me, taking my time to admire her smooth, tanned legs.

"Excuse me," she said. "Do you have a lighter?"

"I don't smoke," I replied. "But I've got some matches."

I lit her cigarette for her, finding something sensuous in the way she took a drag and blew the smoke out. We stood looking out to sea.

She was leaning slightly away from me and from time to time, I let my eyes wander over the tight small buttocks so wonderfully outlined in her white shorts.

She coughed when she sucked in too much smoke.

"Smoking's not good for your health, you know," I said.

"I know," she replied between coughs. "I smoke when I'm nervous and I haven't been nervous in six years."

"Seasick?" I asked. She nodded.

We were silent for a few minutes and I continued my discrete survey of her bottom.

"Feel any better?" I asked. She shook her head coughing again. I took the cigarette from her and crushed it under my shoe.

"I know just the right thing," I smiled down at her. "You're tense, too many positive ions. A massage perhaps?"

She took off her dark glasses and our eyes met. From the searching way she looked at me, I could tell she was trying to determine my motives.

"Well?" I held my hand out. She took it and together we went upstairs to my suite.

I got a towel and handed it to her.

"You can change here," I said, adding. "I won't look."

I went into the bedroom and changed into lighter clothing. When I returned she was lying face down on the table, the white towel draped over her butt. Her clothes were draped over the chair and a thrill shot through me when I noticed her panties were at the top.

She had the smoothest, toned skin I'd ever seen, the bra strap lines on her back her only blemish. My hands trembled with anticipation as I uncorked the bottle of massage oil Id gotten the day before. I poured some onto her back and smoothed it over, massaging her shoulder blades and neck before focusing on her back.

The towel didn't exactly cover her butt completely and I could just make out where the small of her back ended and her butt crack began. My hands stopped just shy of her bottom every time I moved down and I had to resist the urge to yank the towel off and fondle her ass.

When I was done with her back I moved around the table to her legs and feet and applied the oil. As I lifted each leg to rub some underneath, I sneaked peeks at her snatch. She was wet.

After a while of working on her legs I heard her say, "Do my butt."

I flipped the towel off her butt in record time, so excited I poured to much oil onto her skin.

I placed my palms on her warm ass and kept them there without moving.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"It's a technique I call 'Blessing the butt,'" I said, quickly beginning to massage her bum.

From time to time, I pulled her ass cheeks slightly apart and peered at her pink butthole.

"What are you doing?" she asked again after I'd parted the lobes of her buttocks for longer than was necessary.

"Er..." My mind couldn't conjure something fast enough this time.

"Quit fooling around and stick your finger in me," she said huskily, a touch of excitement in her voice.

My middle finger zigzagged up and down her slit until I found her entrance. She was a tight fit and my cock jerked in my shorts in anticipation of what lay ahead.

I brushed her wrinkled starfish with my thumb as I finger-fucked her. As she got wetter, she spread her legs wider. When she came, I leaned over and licked her juices off her cunt.

She sat up on the table, her cheeks flushed with excitement, her lips moist and parted. She reached up with her hands and pulled me down to her. We kissed slowly, then as we heated up, our tongues became wilder. I loved the way she tasted sans the cigarette-smokey taste.

We came up for air, panting. After catching my breath, I went for her breasts. She had small tits with unusually long nipples. I admired them briefly, rolling them between my fingers before sucking on them, one after the other.

She pushed me away after a while.

"That was a very unique massage," she said, getting off the table. I was only partially listening. I only had eyes for her nipples and I wished she would let me go back to sucking on them.

"Thanks," I said.

"For someone who's never given a massage, you do know how to make a woman feel good," she said to me and I wondered how she had known.

"Aren't you a tad overdressed?" she asked, then without waiting for a reply. "Let's get your clothes off and I'll show you how we masseuses do it."

I took off my t-shirt and stepped out of my shorts. Somehow, I knew I was going to get a massage I would remember for a very long time.