Body Massage in Bangalore

Krutika Spa, Bangalore, therapists are energetic professionals, who love what they do, who are dedicated to doing it well, and who always present themselves in polished, professional manner, as their entire career depends on their passion and dedication towards massage therapy itself. Ethics, loyalty and prestige are strongly upheld by our therapists there for Krutika Spa massage philosophies are always practiced to the fullest extent. Our therapists are fully cooperative in massage room and allow you what ever you feel to do, and our girls understand what you need while massaging all your body parts, including your private parts. Our therapists provide memorable and attentive services that are tailored to each individual’s needs and wishes, our mission is to uphold the trust, integrity and knowledge of what massage has to offer in our health care industry with highest regard of each individual’s needs. It is this attention to detail that makes Krutika Spa Massage so successful.

We have branches in Bangalore at - Indiranagar, MG Road, Domlur, Koramangala, HSR, BTM, Shantinagar, Brigade Road, KR Puram, Hebbal, Hennur, RT Nagar, Banaswadi, Kammanahalli

Massage Story - Real 

Happy Ending Massage Experience

'Not here, surely not here,' he was thinking?

'Should I?" she asked herself. 'He seems up for it and must be well-off coming here and paying their fees.'

'Do places like this offer 'extras,' he wondered as her hand slithered up the inside of his slightly parted thighs? 

'I can make it look accidental so he makes the first move,' she thought stopping her hand a few inches from where his genitals nestled against the wide massage table in the paper panties that all clients had to wear. 

After agreeing that he wanted a fairly deep massage. "But a relaxing one," he had said, they agreed that it would be a full body one and that she would use a jasmine smelling oil. 

After covering both legs in large, warm towels, she laid another across his shoulders and a further one across his back. She tucked the towels under his legs and body and explained. 

"That will keep the heat in and will loosen your muscles." 

The warmth on his back felt good. Then he realised that the massage table was also radiating heat. 

"It's like an electric blanket," she said anticipating his question. 

He lay there covered in the towels as she busied herself at a cabinet behind him laying out smaller towels, drizzling jasmine smelling salts onto others and warming the oil over a small flame. 

"I will start on your shoulders," she said rolling the towel in half uncovering just the right side of his upper back. Standing alongside the table her hip level with his she poured the warm, jasmine smelling oil across his shoulders. Her fingers gradually going deeper and deeper felt good. 'Obviously knows what she is doing he thought.' 

After a few minutes she finished the right side and covered that with the towel. She moved round the table to his left side and folded the towel away from that side of his shoulders lying it on the other side. 

At the beauty school where she had been trained it had been drilled into her that only the parts of the body that needed to be bare so they could be massaged should be exposed. She was religiously following the training, although like the other masseuses who worked at the salon, she had a couple of times broke the most basic one. 

He was lying with his arms, slightly bent at the elbows alongside his body. Taking up a similar position where their hips were level, she repeated the massage on his left side. 

The warmth from the bed and the towels, the warm jasmine smelling oil and her fingers on his shoulders relaxed him and he let himself go with the massage. His mind was whirring and he was having rather naughty thoughts, but easy rationalised them. 

'What man would not get at least slightly aroused being in a small room with a fairly attractive, mid-twenties, slim, blonde haired masseuse?' He told himself. 

She finished his shoulders and put the towel back in place across his shoulders. He felt the one being removed that was covering him from his shoulder blades to his waist. She placed the towel into the heating cabinet and poured the oil onto the small of his back. 
She liked doing backs for they gave a masseuse the chance to 'open her shoulders' as it were. They could go deep and use long, flowing sweeps of their hands from the top of the client's buttocks to their shoulder blades. 

He had a little excess flesh above his hips and across the back of his waist and she went deep into that. Leaning forward with one leg behind the other she surged her arms and upper body forward the palms and the thicker parts at the base of her thumbs delving deep into his well-toned muscles. 

On one long sweep her tummy pressed against his elbow. She thought nothing of it as things like that happen. He did though. He felt it and liked the touch of her soft tummy against his elbow and forearm. Before she finished his back it happened a couple of more times. It made him wonder if there was more to it so he bent his arm further making the elbow stick out more. 

She saw the movement as his elbow came across the edge of the table. She realised that might be a sign so the next time she slid her hands forward she let her tummy in the white, button up the front coat press against it and stay there a moment or two. 
'Fuck is she up for it, is that a sign?' The forty-five year old City business man asked himself. 

Bending each leg in turn at the knee she massaged his feet and toes To do that she had to hold each one near to her chest and unbeknown to him they nearly touched her boobs a couple of times. He did, though, get a thrill as he felt his toe brush against the material of her white tunic. She then did his calf muscles. 

'Now for the tops,' she thought knowing they could be a big turn on for men. He was no exception. 

Although his body was covered from his waist up and knees down and he was wearing the blue, paper pants, he felt exposed and almost naked when she peeled the towel away from his upper legs. 

Her hands gliding up his legs and inner thighs felt fantastic. That was both from a being massaged aspect and from an erotic one. His slippery, oiled flesh provided no resistance to her hands so they simply glided over it her fingers delving deep into the large muscles. On each sweep upwards he imagined they went nearer to the panties and what lie inside them. 

She had intentionally slowed the movements of her hands down from the pace, length and depth of massage that she had applied on his back. At the same time, she reduced the pressure as they neared the hem of the blue panties and let them stop for a moment just inside the leg on each side. She was investigating the situation, checking things out and trying to find out the lie of the land. 

He hadn't given much away and certainly nothing overt. She saw, however, his hands gripping the table more tightly, his legs opening a little more and his eyes seeming to be screwed more tightly shut and she heard a low groan come from his mouth. All signs of possible arousal on his part, but nowhere near significant enough to tell her what she wanted to know. And certainly not enough to persuade her to take the risk of sliding further up and stroking his balls. 

She had been at this salon a year or so and had worked in one other after leaving beauty school. She had gone there after leaving Bristol University mid-way through the second year much to the annoyance of her parents. Now at nearly twenty-five she was building a career, but the pay was pitiful. The masseuses or beauty therapists had to rely on tips, which to be fair were quite plentiful, to make decent living. 

He could not be sure, but it felt that her touch was lighter and that when her hands reached their destination on each upward surge, that they paused for a moment before starting the downwards journey. Indications maybe, he thought, but not enough for him to risk the embarrassment of asking her to go further. Not that he had ever gone further, but he sometimes wondered. 

The insides, backs and outsides of his legs finished, she had one further job to do before turning him over. 

"I need to do your hips," she said moving up the table so she stood by them. 
He didn't know why she had to say that, but grunted back. 

"Fine, ok." 

She guessed that men found what she was about to do arousing, for she knew that she would, well did actually as she had an energetic lover. 

Taking hold of the hem of the blue paper panties she slowly tore them up the seam that ran up the outside. 

'Fucking hell,' he grunted to himself as he felt them being torn. He said it again when he felt her fold the back of them onto his bottom. 

The gasp and the tightening of his grip told her that he was no exception and indeed he did find it arousing. Again the thoughts as to whether he might be up for more than just the massage came into her mind, but was the risk worth it she wondered? When she thought of the mounting bills, the poor state of her wardrobe and the sheer blast she had got thinking about giving a client a happy ending, she thought that maybe yes it was. 

She folded the paper further onto his left buttock exposing more of his bottom than was really necessary to massage the very top of his thigh muscle and the glutes round his hip bone. By so doing she exposed just over half of his, what was really, a rather nice bum. 

She liked men's bums and as far as they went, his was good. 

Pouring some oil onto the apex of the mound she watched it run in all four directions. Some ran down the side of his hip, some ran down his bottom onto the back of his leg, a little ran down onto his waist and more than a little as had been her intention ran down under the paper pants towards and probably into the crease between his cheeks. She knew full well that he would feel the warm oil in that musky channel. 

'Fucking hell,' he groaned to himself as he felt the oil drizzle into the crease in his bum. The feeling of its warmth in there and on his anus was gorgeous and he felt his cock twitch even more and begin to harden. He assumed that she had not done that on purpose, but he could not help thinking how exciting it would be if she was up for something, but that was just wishful thinking, wasn't it? 

Since laying down on his front he had not seen her and in his mind at least she was becoming better looking and sexier; how many buttons did she have undone on that coat he asked himself? How big were her tits and had he got a glimpse of some of them earlier.

'Bollocks,' he thought. 'This is becoming embarrassing as I am getting a hard on and will have to turn over soon.' 

That had happened before, but fortunately the masseuse had ben discrete and had not made reference to it. 

She massaged both buttocks using a much lighter touch than on his legs and back. She went from just beneath his waist downwards until her hands slid onto the top of his legs and then inwards from his hip bones towards the crease between his cheeks. That was covered by the paper panties from both sides, but she went as close to the cleavage as she could without it being too obvious. 

That was now her plan. Looking at his nice bum and seeing him squirm slightly indicating to her that possibly he was rearranging his genitals as the essential part may have grown, she had decided to go for it, by placing the ball firmly into his court. It was simply too risky to say anything like 'would you like extras' or do anything extreme such as touching his cock or balls. But she could imply, suggest and hint. She could do things that might make him ask, yes she could massage him lighter and go near to those places. 

"Would you like to turn over now?" She asked discretely turning away and holding the towel up so she would not see his body as he sat up and turned. As he was doing that she eased another press stud undone on the white coat so there were now three, which was really one too many, undone. 

Covering him from his neck to his feet with towels she positioned herself behind his head and started on his face and head. From experience she knew that this part of the body was particularly sensitive and she milked that. Running her fingers through his thick hair she used her nails to scratch across his scalp and then her fingertips to rub it, gently and slowly in little circles. The effect on him was electric. That, though got even more extreme as she lightly massaged his face. Her magic fingers ran softly across his forehead, along his eyebrows and over his eyelids. They ran up and down his nose, round his chin and then onto his lips. She knew that she was pushing things a bit for there was no reason at all to touch a client's mouth, but she slid her soft fingertips along his top and then his bottom lip. 

He could hardly believe what was happening. The feel of the young woman's fingers on his lips was incredibly erotic. He had never felt anything like it before, the sensations were amazing and he groaned to himself as he felt his erection growing. Luckily, or so he thought, he was able to use his hand to rearrange himself without her seeing, but of course she did. 

'He's getting hard,' she thought to herself thinking that at last something might be on. She pushed things further and slid one of her fingers between his lips and touched his teeth. She rubbed his gums. 

'Fucking hell this is amazing,' he thought as he opened his mouth a little and pushed the tip of his tongue against her finger. He opened his eyes, but could see little of her other than her face, which really was more attractive than he had thought at first. She had lovely lips and gorgeous, very blue eyes. 

He thought that he saw a smile on her face as she removed her finger from between his lips. Keeping eye contact with her as she leaned forward and rolled the towel down he heard her say in what he thought was a rather husky tone. 

"Now for you neck and chest, ok?" 

"Oh yes," he muttered as she started to massage his neck, but stopped. Leaning further forward so that some part of her body that she knew was her tummy, but he didn't pressed against the crown of his head. 

It was a lovely feeling as was the towel being rolled down his chest to his waist. 

'Mmmmm what a nice chest,' she thought looking with desire at the fairly hairy pecs and the narrowing band of dark hair that ran down past his waist and would become his pubes. 
She knew that what she was about to do was a bit extreme. She was aware that it was certainly not in the teaching manuals and that both the beauty school where she had trained and the owners of this salon would have been aghast at this manoeuvre. However, she felt that should he object she could just about justify it and get away with it. But from the reactions she had seen from him, she was now a little more confident that he would not object and might want some extras. 

After pouring oil onto the middle of his chest and smoothing it out she slid her hands from his shoulders, over his man boobs, onto his lower chest coming to rest just above the towel and his waist. Doing that from behind his head meant that she had to bend her body over his face with that part between her waist and her boobs pressing against his forehead, nose and chin. 

To him, the feeling was sensational. The touch of her white tunic on his face on her first sweep downwards was exciting enough, but when a few sweeps later he felt the softness of her body through the coat it was excruciating and his arousal went through the roof. He knew that he was hardening, but had no way of seeing just how noticeable it was. However, she could and she could see the long, thick outline under the towel. 'Boy he's big' she said to herself. 

Feeling no resistance or any sign of objection from him she slowed down the pace of her downwards sweeps. As she did that, her tummy and lower chest rested on his face for longer and she pressed down more firmly. Also now on each downward glide of her hands she pushed against the towel. Each time it moved a little, moved down his body, down his stomach and down nearer to where his erection would be revealed. But it was too soon for that so she stopped and moved round the side of the table. 

He didn't know what to do. He was now rock hard and very aware of the bulge in the towel. It was obvious she would have seen it, but so far she had ignored it. Was that a sign of her being used to such occurrences and would she simply continue ignoring it? But she had not said anything, she had given him an amazingly erotic chest massage when she had pressed her body against his face and her fingers had slid under the towel going so very near to the tip of his erection, but said nothing. Were they signs that she might give more than he had ordered? Were they signs that he might well get the happy ending that had not been in his mind when he came in for his massage, but was now filling it? 

Getting the oil from the side she glanced at him. He was quite handsome and had a good body. His eyes were closed, he was bare from the waist up and the bulge of his erection was so obvious and actually looked very appealing. Since breaking up with her fairly long-term boyfriend she had little sex other than with herself and a situation like this, inevitably got to her. 

A part of her wanted to pull the towel from him, get hold of his big prick and suck it. Another part, though, thought that she should end the massage and the third part thought she should carry on distributing hints and invitations to him and leave it to him to accept or reject them. That way she would not get into trouble and might make a hundred quid or so. 

"Now for the legs," she said quietly. 

'How the fuck am I going to put up with this?' He asked himself as she removed the towel that had been covering his legs from his mid-thigh to his feet. Purposefully, she did not replace the towel covering his chest so he lay there with just the one across his middle, the one covering his cock and yes, the one with the huge lump in it. 

Standing about level with his hip she took the unorthodox step of massaging down his leg as opposed to the more normal method of massaging towards the heart. But then now she was not planning a strenuous massage. No now, it was going to be lighter, more caressing and would become an erotic massage, but still one where she could pull back if she was reading the signs incorrectly. 

And to make that even more tempting she positioned her body close to where his hand rested on the edge of the table so that as she slid her hands down his thick, upper leg muscles her tunic touched the edge of his upturned hand. After several more slow, sweeps it felt to her that his hand had moved for as her leg pushed forward so now the pressure was stronger. That was because, of course, he had felt the material against his hand and of course he had moved it and of course he was now getting the exhilaration of each time she moved her upper leg, just beneath her hip pressed fully against his hand. It was fucking brilliant and yet another indication that she might have more available, although he put it down to coincidence. 

On her upward sweeps he had felt something probably her wrist touch the towel, but what he did not know was that the towel had moved. The bottom of it had moved up his thighs so that now it covered only about eight inches of them. She knew that were she to move down to the foot of the table that she would be able to look up the towel and see at least his balls inside the paper panties.  

Massaging the other leg, now became not much more than a caress. Massaging it became another bout of her upper leg pressing against his hand, but then he moved his hand. 

He was now so aroused and ready that he was prepared to take risks, albeit minor ones. 

Despite being willing to take massive risks buying selling yen and pounds and dollars and roubles, in his personal life he was very conservative. He moved his hand so that now when she moved, the back of her leg pressed against it. After that happening several times he plucked up the courage firstly to push against it, then squeeze the flesh on the back of her leg and then to move his hand so that his fingers slid under the hem of her coat and slightly between her legs. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, he did it in a way that he could retract and back off if she objected. To his astonishment and pleasure, though, she did not object. 

To her that was it, the final sign, the signal that he wanted more from her. 

She stopped the massage and stood beside him not moving. His hand was partly under the hem of her tunic on her upper thigh some six to eight inches above her knee. That made him panic. He daren't look at her so he kept his eyes closed, but did not move his hand. 

Had she stopped to go and tell someone what he was doing? Would they call the police? 
She could see the obvious outline of his swollen erection. That looked good and, she had to admit, his hand on her bare leg felt good. How she managed to pluck up the courage she had no idea, but he heard her say.

"I don't think we need this anymore do we?" as she took hold of the towel and lifted it up a little way. 

With incredible relief at realising that he was not going to be busted, he croaked. 

She looked down as she pulled the towel off and dropped it on the floor. He really did have a nice and big prick for the bulge in the paper panties was huge. It was much thicker than any she had been with before and she wondered just what it would be like to feel that going up inside her, not that that would happen today. 

"So," she said looking from his bulge to his eyes and back several times, 
He didn't reply, but he kept his hand on her leg just under the hem of the tunic. 

It was they were both realising still in the balance. There was nothing wrong with him having an erection even though sliding his hand up her legs, albeit nearer to her knees than her pussy, had been pushing things, but she had not stopped him or complained. So he felt he was still in the clear. From her perspective it was a little different. The salon rules were clear. Masseuses should allow no touching and total nudity for the client was prohibited. She had caused both to happen, but she reconciled, what could he do about it? Complain that he had 'accidentally' slid his hand up her legs and that his towel had fallen off when he had a full erection? 

"So what?" He replied moving his hand on the outside of her bare leg. 

"Well that's really more down to you than me isn't?" She replied still following the company dictum of not offering anything by way of extras. 

He smiled for he felt relaxed now. Surely no dead straight masseuse would let him keep his hand on her leg as she moved the towel, looked at his full erection and said 'so.' 

He slid his hand slowly further up the outside of her leg inside the coat taking the hem with it. He got to just above her hip bone and found the material of her panties. She didn't move as his hand went upwards, for it was nice, she liked it and her heart started thumping. 'It's on,' she thought looking right into his eyes. They both smiled. 

It was a pee or get off the pot time, they both knew it. The time for pretending had gone, the time for worrying about the risk had gone and the time for wondering will he or won't she had gone. For both of them the time for going further had arrived. 
They did what they thought was appropriate in the circumstances. 

She reached out and placed her fingertips on the bulge inside the pants and he, reached up and took hold of the lapel of her coat asked. 

"Does this come any further undone?" 

Taking hold of his dick through the paper, she grinned nervously and said in a croaky tone. "Should you take these off first?" 

"Yes of course," he whispered longing to flaunt his dick at her knowing it was big and as some had said beautiful. 

Her heart was pounding as she watched this rather attractive and quite sexy, forty-something man struggle out of the rather ridiculous paper panties that he dropped onto the floor. Seeing his long, thick, fully erect cock gave her jolt of arousal that she would not have though possible in such circumstances. It really was a gorgeous cock she thought as without making eye contact she said. 

"There are press studs." 

He got the message and just as she wrapped her fingers round his erection so he pulled her coat undone to the waist. 

'Fuck me,' he breathed looking at her pert tits in the nearly see through white lace bra. 

The shadows of her areola were quite visible and her nipples, which must have been hard, were making lovely indentations in the thin material of the cups of her bra. 

As she started to rub his prick slowly with gentle wanking movements, it suddenly struck her that they had not agreed a price. 

"You realise that this is extra to the price you have paid don't you?" 

As he fumbled his fingers inside the restrictions of her bra and onto the flesh of her tit, he realised that she had not mentioned money until then. 

"How much?" He asked not really caring for being a City forex dealer earning stupid money he had bundles and being so aroused the price became irrelevant. 

"How much do you normally pay?" She retorted never having gone this far before. 

"Dunno, never done it before?" 




"No, so what is the charge?" He asked caressing her quite lovely tits. 

"What do you think it will be worth? She asked stroking his cock as if it was an old friend. 

"I'll pay what you usually charge with big tip, so what is the usual?" 

Smiling she said. "Dunno, never done it before?" 

"Fuck me what a pair?" He laughed. 

"Aren't we just?" 

"So it's a bit pointless asking if you have a menu then?" 

"Yes, for it's just hand relief." 

"May I touch you?" 

Looking at him she said. You already are aren't you?" 

"Yes I guess I am. Tell you what for hand relief, you with your bra off and me caressing these lovely tits I'll go to one hundred and fifty?" 

""What?" she exclaimed rather loudly. 

"Ok, ok, it is fucking Knightsbridge after all and if you let me suck your nipples I'll do two fifty." 

She could hardly believe her ears. When he had said the first price she had been surprised at how much not how little he offered. To get two fifty for a hand job and letting him play with her tits, which had he have asked her on a date she might well have done for nothing, was amazing. 

She removed her hand from him and walked over to the door. Although no one ever came in as it would be disrespectful to the customers, the masseuses were told to leave the doors unlocked for health and safety reasons, unless the customer wanted it locked. 

"Just in case," she said. 

"Good idea, how much time we got left?" 

"You booked for ninety minutes, so just over twenty are left." 

"Mmmm good," he said as she returned to stand beside the table. 

Lightly touching his swollen dick she asked. "Would you like some oil on it?" 

"Yes please," he replied dropping his arm from the bed and resting his hand on her leg just above her knee. "But er, what about this?" He asked reaching up and touching her left breast inside her bra." 

"The bra?" 

"Yes, I thought it was coming off." 

Feeling quite nervous, partly because of the chance of being caught, but mainly because of what she was doing, she replied hesitantly. "I thought you would be taking it off." 

"Gladly, but the coat." 

She pulled the collar of the tunic down her back and sliding her arms out she let the coat dangle round her waist. She looked good. Turning round, with her heart pounding, she said. 

"There you go." 

Although over the years with his wife and other women he had been with he was used to undoing women's bras, his fingers were shaking as he fumbled her clasp undone. It took longer than it should, but eventually it was undone. She turned to face him again feeling even more nervous as she slid it off so he saw her bare breasts. 

'Fuck they are lovely,' he thought looking at the pert, B cup boobs with the average sized, deep pink areola. She saw his eyes focus on them and knew that he would be looking at her nipples. They were full and very prominent and now being hard looked huge to him. 

'So suckable,' he thought wondering if she would let him go that far. 

"They really are gorgeous 

Picking up the bottle with the warmed almond oil she drizzled some onto his erection and scrotum. It felt lovely to him. 

Keeping his left hand on the back of her leg nearly on her bottom he lifted his right one across his body and stroked her breasts; they felt lovely. As he did that she lifted his erection away from his stomach and began to masturbate him. 

"These are gorgeous," he whispered as their gazes caught. 
She smiled. "This isn't too bad either," she muttered. 

"Glad you approve, but take it easy, go slowly please." 

"Sorry," she replied realising that she was rushing it a little. "Nerves." 

"Be easier next time," he said pinching her nipple. "These are fantastic." 

Choosing not to reply to the 'next time' remark, but wondering whether there would be one and if that would be with him or someone else, she cradled his balls in her hand and rolled them around in her palm as she knew from previous boy-friends was exciting for men. 

"Mmm that's lovely," he sighed as the sensations went through his entire body. "Is this nice?" 

"Yes of course," she replied truthfully. 

Although she had not done anything like this before as part of her job, she had imagined doing it. When doing that she had thought she would find a stranger touching her to be distasteful and sordid. Funnily, now it was happening, it was not like that at all and it was not that different to when she did similar things with previous boy-friends. Even more surprising to her was that she was finding it exciting. His hand on her leg had made her tingle when he first put it there and now as he stroked and rubbed her upper thigh, it was very arousing. What he was doing to her tits and nipples would she had thought have revolted her, but it did not do that and instead it send wonderful feelings through her. To top it all she had assumed that stroking a stranger's erection would have been a massive turn off for her. Again she was wrong, for adding the feelings she was getting from touching his nice looking cock to the image in front of her of the naked, erect man and what he was doing to her, combined to be quite the opposite; a massive turn on. This worried her and she knew that she would have to think deeply about it when she got home. 

Holding his balls in her left hand, she rubbed the fingertips on her right hand the length of the back of his prick, over the tip then down the front until they vanished into his thick thatch of pubic hairs. She repeated that several times sending enormous tremors of sexual stimulation through him. 

He was having similar thoughts to her. Often when he had been massaged, he had wondered whether anything would happen, but had not had the nerve, even when in hotels in Sharme al Sheikh and Ibiza to initiate anything. In his foreign exchange trading job his was fully of confidence and get up and go, but in other settings he was far less so. 

Hence, when being massaged, he had thought sometimes that the girl and once or twice the man was hinting or posing questions, but he had not had the nerve or pluck to do anything. At the times lying on the tables he had regretted it, but afterwards he was generally pleased. He was pretty sure that he would be very disappointed and that the masseuse or masseur would simply jerk him off as quickly as possible and there would be no warmth or feeling in it. That she was taking her time, being caring and considerate, showing warmth and understanding came as a massive and very pleasant surprise. 

As is usually the case with him, he was lacking in confidence at first, but when it was pretty clear that he had little to fear his confidence zoomed and his inhibitions melted. So now, totally naked, supremely erect with her topless and him caressing her breasts he was up for anything and wanted to push things. 

He moved the hand that had been caressing her breasts onto her shoulder and pulled gently urging her to lean forward. She got what he was suggesting and the idea appealed, which again annoyed her for she felt she should object and not accept the idea that this stranger wanted to suck her nipples. She didn't move for a few moments, which made him wonder if he had gone too far as indeed she was wondering. Then slowly and wonderfully to him, holding his gaze she bent forward and offered her right breast to his mouth. 

As he took her provocatively, protruding and very evidently swollen nipple between his teeth, a little sigh of pleasure slid from her mouth; it really did feel nice. She tried not to, but could not resist pushing her body forward a little to increase the pressure on both her nipple and breast. She was now, unconsciously almost, holding his erection and rubbing it with long slow strokes that were sending sensations through him. Moving his head to transfer to her other breast, their faces came close together and his mouth was near to hers. Without even thinking as it seemed so much the natural thing to do he kissed her. That made her jump for it was unexpected, but quickly she recovered and as his tongue pressed against her closed lips, so she opened them and it slid into her mouth. 

At the same time, he slid his hand further up the back of her leg right onto her panty covered bottom. That felt good for both of them. 

With her bent over almost at ninety degree so that her breasts were pressed against his chest, they continued to kiss. To be able to continue rubbing him with long, slow strokes she had to hold his cock almost upright, which increased the pressure on it for him. He was getting near. 

With the excitement of an impending orgasm driving him, any inhibitions he had left vanished and his confidence was boosted further. He wiggled his hand down from her shapely bottom to the back of her legs that were pressed tightly together. He pressed on them enquiringly. Naturally, she knew exactly what he wanted her to and what he wanted to do. Just like the kiss, though, she resisted at first, but her need for satisfaction had now reached fever pitch and that became more important than her pride. He persisted pressing on where her thighs were squashed together and her resistance waned. Her need now was for satisfying the tremendous desire that was raging through her body and her pride and sense of decorum rapidly took second place. She slowly opened her legs. He felt amazing as he realised what she was doing. Reaching round her with his other hand that he moved from her breasts, he pulled the hem of the white coat up so that was bunched around her waist with the top of it that was rolled down. Her panty covered bottom was exposed. 

'No, no he can't do that,' she said to herself as she felt him pulling on the elastic waist band of her white, satin panties. 'He can't take my panties off.' She reached down and grabbed his wrist. 

"No don't take them off." 

"Don't worry I'm not, just let me roll them down, it's be easier." 

Thinking. 'What will be easier? Surely he doesn't think I will let him fuck me?" 

"We are not having full sex," she told him somewhat regretting that they weren't, so aroused had she become. 

"No of course not just this," he said running his fingers along her nicely lubricated lips. 

She felt relieved at his assurance, but more she felt searing pangs of sexual torment as his fingers found her clit and rubbed it. 

"I am very near," he groaned as those wonderful sensations welled up in his balls. 

Leaning over him so that initially he could kiss her and latterly could suck her nipples she was almost facing him. That made it difficult for her to masturbate him as his cock was behind her. Also, her position made it awkward for his hand between her legs. 

Unconsciously, almost, she turned her body and moved down the table a little so that her face was quite close to his erection. That made it easier for her to pump that, but as importantly it opened up her intimate places to him and made access to them easier. 

'Fuck she's not going to suck it is she?" He thought rolling onto his side a little so he could look at and get to her gorgeous arse and soaking pussy. Stroking one of the beautifully rounded orbs with one hand he ran the fingertips on the other along her slit. Of course she didn't suck him, although the thought crossed her mind for she did enjoy giving oral, but resumed pumping him with long slow strokes. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned thrusting his cock harder in her hand as he pushed his three middle fingers up her waiting cunt and pumped them in and out. "You've done me I'm gonna cum." 

Her climax had been building up slowly since he had first touched her. In fact, she had felt the first tremblings of it immediately he had touched her breasts with his hand, it had built up when he sucked her nipples and she had in fact started to cum when he first touched her pussy. Now bending over her client, with her knickers round her thighs, her legs open, her back to him with his hands all over her bum and his fingers taking on the role of a surrogate cock and fucking her, it started to overwhelm her. 

"Oh yes, yes," she groaned now frantically almost pumping his cock. 

"Are you cumming?" he asked reaching round her and squeezing her breast. 
"Yes I am, it's lovely." 

He was ready to cum. The pressure in his cock was immense. 
"Can I cum on your tits?" 

"Yes, ok," she groaned too far gone to object as his cock seemed to explode and shot several streams of spunk into her shallow cleavage and across her right breast. 
Her body was shaking and she collapsed onto him. 

"Was it ok?" he asked stroking her blonde hair. 

"Yes, was it for you?" she replied looking around at the wreckage. 

"It was wonderful and that truly was a very happy ending indeed and worth at least another hundred. Can I book you for the same time next week please?"