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Subject: Stephano's hidden talents
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Date: Thu, 13 Jan 1994 05:05:40 UTC
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This story was written by a 31 year old married white female who is a nympho.
Her husband (age 39) can't keep up with her anymore, so she has turned to
writing stories for some extra-curricular sexual pleasure.

****

It was after 10 p.m. and the 15 hours at work had flown by.  My mental
state was slightly rummy but with a few more adjustments we would be
ready to go live, with the project I had lived with for 2 months, in the
morning.

I was walking down the dark hall leading to the printer room when I felt
something wet brush against my neck.  Startled, I let out a small gasp,
and in response heard laughter.  As he stepped out of the shadows of the
doorway, I could see that it was my co-worker, Stephano, wearing a wet
swim suit and holding a damp towel.  Relaxing, I scolded, "You scared
me.  What are you doing?"  He explained that he had a key to get into
the locker room where the hot tub used for the athletes was.  He said,
"I often come and use the tub late at night when no one else is here.  I
saw your car in the parking lot and came over to see what you were
doing."

I said, "That sounds like just what I need.  I've been working for 15
hours and I need to unwind.  I wish I had my swimsuit here."  He
replied, "You don't need a swimsuit.  I'll take you over there.  I
promise I won't look while you get in, and I won't be able to see
anything for the bubbles.  I can tell you need some relaxation."  He put
his arm around me and started to lead me to the door.  His manner
made me feel safe and cared for and so I let my guard down and agreed.

As we entered the locker room I mused, "I've always wondered what a
men's locker room looked like."  As I looked around, I asked him what
the padded table was for.  He explained that it was a massage table,
threw me a towel, and instructed me to get undressed and put on the
towel if I wanted to be the recipient of the talents of the world's finest
masseuse.

I could tell he wasn't going to take no for an answer and willingly
obeyed.  He went to a cupboard and got a bottle of massage oil and
came over to the table and lowered the towel down to the small of my
back.  He poured the oil down the length of my spine and then traced
each vertebra slowly and gently with one finger.  Then he smoothed the
oil over my entire back with his strong hands.  It felt so relaxing all I
could say was, "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

I had never thought of Stephano in a romantic way, but I was beginning
to become very aroused and wondered if he was having any of the same
thoughts I was.

As he massaged and caressed each muscle in my back and shoulders, the
tiredness I had felt was replaced with a kind of euphoria.  Amid my
pleasure I managed to tell him that he wasn't lying when he claimed to
be the world's finest masseuse.

His superb strokes radiated to my extremities, out to the tips of my
fingertips, and then from my feet back toward my bottom.  When his
hands reached the barrier of the towel, he just slid his hands underneath
and flipped it to the ground.  As he kneaded my buttocks, I hoped that
he could sense the excitement growing within me.

I felt his hands leave my body and experienced a moment of regret that
my massage was over, until I felt my hair being gently pushed back, and
his lips placing tender kisses along my neck in a path to my left ear.
With each kiss the tingling sensation spreading across my body
intensified.

I rolled to my side, and he lifted me up so that I was sitting on the table,
straddling him with my legs.  He ran his fingers through my hair while
he looked directly into my eyes.  I felt as if he was looking into my
soul.  He took my face in his hands and gently kissed my lips.  As I
kissed him back, the pressure of his kisses increased, and our tongues
intertwined in a dance of joy.

I put my hands on his hips and pulled my body against his, pressing my
pelvis into his.  As we continued kissing deeply, I played with the hair
on his chest and slid his swimsuit off, using my feet to help push them
to the floor so he could step out of them.

Our kissing and fondling were becoming frenzied and my vagina ached
to have him inside of me.  As I wrapped my arms and legs around him
he picked me up and went to the foot of the table, set me down on the
edge, and laid me down on my back.  I placed my feet up on his
shoulders and he inserted the head of his penis into the folds of my
glistening snatch and with one smooth stroke entered me until I could
feel his balls against my butt.

Holding still deep inside of me, with his fingertips barely touching my
skin, he traced a line from my bellybutton to my breasts.  Tightly
grasping one breast in each hand, he began to slowly thrust.  As he
increased the pace of his thrusts, I could feel the pleasure in my cunt
growing, and when he began pinching my erect nipples harder and
harder, it propelled me into an incredible orgasm.  Seeing and hearing
my ecstasy, he too let go and sent spurts of semen crashing into my
cervix.

Feeling exhausted and elated, I looked at Stephano and he looked at me.
As the reality of what had happened hit us, we both began laughing.  All
the time that we had worked together, I never dreamed that I could have
had such incredible sex with him.

Without pulling out of me, he picked me up and carried me over to the
hot tub.  He stepped down into it, and with my legs still wrapped around
him sat down and leaned his head back against a pillow.  I laid my head
down on his chest and we relaxed in the swirling waters.  It was after
midnight and we both dozed off.

After awhile I awoke and decided it was time for me to return the
pleasures he had given me.  I stepped out of the hot tub, wrapped a
towel around me and turned on the sauna.  I whispered in Stephano's
ear, "Time to get up, sleepyhead."  He looked up at me and smiled.  I
kissed him on the forehead and said, "Come and get in the sauna, you're
starting to look like a wrinkled prune."  He followed me into the sauna
and I laid down some towels on the bench for him.  I told him to lay
down and I would dry him off.  I started with his broad shoulders, and
followed the towel with a trail of kisses.  When I got to his feet, I sat
on the bench behind him and massaged each foot and each toe and then
slowly sucked on his toes one by one.

He said,  "If you keep that up, you're not going to get much sleep
tonight."  I laughed and replied, "That's my plan."  I had a grand view
of his rock hard butt and leaned up on my hands and knees to kiss it and
nibble on it.  With each bite, he flexed his gluteus maximus.  Then I
leaned my head down so my hair fell down on his back and swept it
back and forth down the length of his back.  I rolled him over and
kissed him deeply on the mouth as he grabbed my butt.  I continued
kissing him down his neck to his hairy chest to his bellybutton and down
to his pelvis.

I ran the fingers of my right hand through his pubic hair and wrapped
my thumb and index finger around the base of his dick.  Then I licked
the length of his shaft like a lollipop and slowly circled the head with
my tongue.  I placed my lips around the head and sucking gently pulled
up until my lips rested on the top.  Then I repeated this motion, each
time taking him into my mouth a little further than the time before until
I reached the full length of his throbbing penis.  I started  rhythmically
moving my hand up and down while I took his cock deep in my throat
and, matching the rhythm of my hand, moved my head up and down
slightly while using my tongue to massage him.  I increased the tempo
of my motions until I could feel the semen rising through his urethra
with my thumb, then I kept him deep in my mouth while his cum
erupted against my throat.  I swallowed every delicious drop and licked
him clean.

He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me up until I was sitting
over his face.  I leaned against the wall of the sauna as he licked my
pussy and thrust his tongue in and out of me.  Then he sucked my
clitoris into his mouth and slowly circled around it with the tip of his
tongue.  Each time he passed a certain spot, I could feel my climax
building and building.  As the feelings of pleasure in my crotch grew
and my mind released into a state of bliss and relaxation, I peaked with
a fantastic orgasm.  I could feel my vagina contracting again and again
and again sending waves of gratification through my body.

Exhausted, I slumped down and laid next to him, planning to cuddle
against him and drift off to sleep.  But, he said that we had better leave
or we'd be discovered by the team as they arrived early in the morning
for practice.  We got dressed and he invited me to come his condo to
catch a few hours of sleep.  I was tired and headed straight for the bed
when we arrived, but he had other plans and to my pleasant surprise
came into the bedroom buck naked with a wicked grin and again
sporting a full erection.  He undressed me and kissed me and rolled me
over so that we were lying side by side with my back to his stomach.
Grasping my hips, he invaded me and began thrusting hard and fast.  It
felt wonderful and I couldn't believe how long he was able to keep this
pace up, but eventually he climaxed.  He put his arm around me and
held me close and whispered to me, "I can't wait for lunch tomorrow."
We finally went to sleep for the night.


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