Write a short story or poem about rain
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The chime on the door sounded letting me know someone had entered the shop. I had been holed up in my office doing paperwork since most of my appointments for the day had canceled because of the rain, not that I was complaining because I still got my cancellation fee if they didn’t want to reschedule. I exited my office to greet my visitor at the front of the spa.
The sight before me stopped me in my tracks. The finest man I had ever laid eyes on stood before me. He was about six feet with a medium build, not too much muscle but not scrawny either. His hair was in a Caesar cut with deep waves and faded on the sides with a full beard. Both his ears adorned with diamond studs and a Cuban link around his neck. He came in smelling like sin better know as Tom Ford, wearing an all black Jordan’s sweat fit with a pair of black and white 12’s. Realizing I was ogling him, I cleared my throat and finally spoke.
“Welcome to Oasis. How can I help you today?”
He opened his mouth and I immediately leaked a little when the bass in his voice vibrated my chest.
“How you doing? I was wondering if you took walk ins, and if so, do you have anything available.”
I was temporarily distracted by his diamond fangs that he had on top of his completely straight teeth.
“We actually don’t, but since the weather has slowed business all the way down today, I can do it. Have you been here before?”
“Nah, this my first time.”
“Ok. That’s no problem. I just need you to fill out this intake form and we can get started.” I handed him the tablet for him to fill in his information. “I’ll go get the room set up and be right back.”
I walked to the back of the spa where the treatment rooms were located and thanked the good lord in the high heavens that I hadn’t decided to break down the room and leave early. I made sure the diffuser had plenty of water and that the table warmer was on a comfortable heat. I walked back out to the lobby just as he was standing to bring the tablet back to the desk.
“Alright, Misterrrr Jenkins, my name is Kay” I finally said looking at his intake form, “you can follow me.” He had selected an hour. Based on the information he put on the intake form, he was a nurse and had never had a massage before. My hot in the tail ass was feeling a little feverish. He said he worked out about 10 hours a week and his focus was his back.
He followed me to the treatment room and I opened the door, stepping in before allowing him access. The room had a warm, relaxing feel, with dimmed lights, light jazz played from the speaker, the scents of lavender and spearmint coming from the diffuser, and the heat emitting from the towel and the table warmers.
I asked him a few questions before instructing him to undress and lay face down under the covers, then walked out to give him privacy. I went back up to the front to lock the door so no one would come in. I washed my hands at the utility sink before knocking on the knocking on the door to see if he was ready to get his service started.
Walking into the room, I holstered the bottle of warm oil before adjusting the bolster under his feet. Moving back up to the head of the table, I began my massage routine taking notice of the tension in certain muscle groups. I kept the conversation to a minimum, only checking to make sure he was ok with the pressure I was using. I wanted to ensure he was able to receive ultimate relaxation.
As I was finishing up his massage, there was a loud boom and the power went out in the entire building. I kept my calm and finished up his service, instructing him to take his time getting up. I stepped out of the room and washed my hands. I grabbed two bottles of water, opening one and taking a gulp as I leaned against the counter. I heard the door open and I looked up to admire my guest, who was only half dressed, not putting his sweats and shirt back on. He knew he was fine and oozed BDE.
“So Kay, how bad is my body and be honest?” I chuckled, trying to play coy.
“Well, with the type of work you do and how much you work out, I suggest getting massages every 2-3 weeks, but no more than 12 weeks apart.” He was still standing in the door frame, so I pushed myself off the counter to hand him his water. Instead, he grabbed me by my waist, pulling me flush to him.
“Well, maybe, this bomb ass massage therapist I’m dating will fit me into her busy schedule.” I laughed because he was just as busy as me.
“What you doing for the rest of the day?” I asked, leaning into his embrace. A mischievous grin spread across his full lips.
“You!” He responded before pulling me into the room, closing the door and pushing me up against it. His lips meshed with mine as I had a mental battle between breathing and savoring the taste of him. One of his hands gripped my ass as the other was used to grip the side of my face with his thumb pressed lightly to my ear and his fingers to my neck. I melted between his strong hard body and the door.
The moan that snuck out of me was guttural and if we weren’t the only ones here, I wouldn’t have known it was me. Finally releasing our lips and tongue from their entanglement, he spun us around and walked me back towards the massage table, forcing me to lay back. He removed my Crocs and scrub bottoms, giving me a look that was somewhere between shock, primal lust, and desire, as he revealed my black laced thong clad pussy. I had been leaking since he walked in and as soon as the barrier guarding my lower lips was out of his way, he sniffed the are like a four legged beast on the hunt for its next meal…and I was on the menu.
He didn’t speak any words. He simply made a growling noise and dove head first into my honeypot like he was Winnie the Pooh after hibernation. What started as kisses on top of my mouth quickly transitioned into my legs being spread Eagle with his tongue gliding in and out of my slit lapping up my juices as he lightly sucked on my clit. I felt my stomach muscles spasm and my legs began to quiver as I started doing kegals on his tongue. Not even two minutes later, I was squirting more than Squirtal in a Pokémon battle.
As he helped me sit up, I noticed his beard was completely saturated in my essence and he wasn’t making any efforts to run it in.
“That lil muhfucka spat on me huh?” He said with mischief and punishment in his voice. I couldn’t respond since I was still coming down from my orgasmic high.
The power hadn’t come back on so I decided to just clean up and close up for the day and spend the rest of the rainy day cuddling and raining on my man.
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