Elite Massage

The moment she walked into the room I could tell she was something special.

Obviously I knew what she looked like already -- who didn't? -- but seeing her in real life was just different. Her skin glowed, her eyes sparkled, her smile was playful and mischievous, her tight little body was incredible. She just exuded sex, and I wanted her immediately.

This was a lot for me to deal with at 10am. Sabrina Carpenter walked slowly around the apartment, tracing her fingertips over the furniture and looking around as I gave her my customary warm welcome. She was dressed in a figure hugging miniskirt and skin coloured tights, with her hair in loose curls that spilled around her shoulders. She was ridiculously pretty; I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Like all my clients, she'd been booked in for a two hour session with me through the exclusive and very discrete massage service I worked for in central London. To any women willing to pay the rate, I would provide top tier massage, as well as anything else they might require for their relaxation and well-being - be it food, drink, good company - or sometimes sex. Most of my clients were busy CEOs or bored trophy wives, but every now and then someone more compelling would come my way. This was definitely one of those occasions.

She'd been booked in by her team as she was in the city for a magazine photoshoot this afternoon, and they wanted her to be relaxed and fresh from a good massage to make sure they got the best results. Disappointingly though, she could only spare an hour this morning before she'd need to be whisked away across town. I assured them I'd do the best I could with her in the time I had.

After the quick tour of the apartment and the obligatory welcome, checks and questions, I wasted no time in leading her through into the custom massage studio to get started. I gestured for her to sit down in the comfortable corner chair, and I pulled up my stool to sit facing her.

"So is there anywhere in particular you want me to focus on today, Miss Carpenter?"

She blushed a little and reached out to gently to give my hand a reassuring rub.

"Sabrina is fine, Rob -- no need for formality with me"

I smiled and nodded, enjoying the soft touch of her hand. She was clearly very comfortable with intimacy.

"Of course," I continued with a smile, "So... anything you want from me in particular today, Sabrina?"

A little flash twinkled in her eyes as a thought clearly crossed her mind that she decided not to articulate. Instead she reached out her other hand and began gently stroking my forearm with her fingertips. Her touch was familiar and tender, I immediately felt a closeness with her.

"Well my shoulders have been tight lately..." she mused, "and my calves and thighs are always worked hard when I'm touring. If that's not too much trouble...?"

I pulled my stool closer and began responding to her soft touches with a light massage of her palms. She was clearly feeling relaxed in my company, which was putting me at ease too. I smiled at her again and she sweetly smiled back, holding my gaze as I replied.

"Of course, that's not a problem at all. We can start with you lying on your front for some back and shoulder work, then turn you over so I can get into your upper legs and calves. If we've got time after that I can do some lower back and maybe arms too?"

She nodded with a relaxed smile and pulled her fingers back so they were just lightly brushing through mine.

"Sounds good to me. I'm all yours Rob"

I stood up from my stool, and taking her hand fully into mine I helped her up from the chair. Once on her feet she gave my hand a gentle squeeze, then let go and made her way over to the massage table.

"How do you want me then?" She asked, leaning forward against the table with a tilt of her head. Her soft blonde her spilled over her shoulder and her lip gloss glittered in the low light. My heart almost skipped a beat watching her. Everything she did was just incredibly sexy.

"I'm going to step outside for a minute to let you get ready." I quickly replied." If you could leave your clothes on the chair here and lie face down on the table with the sheet up over your shoulders. Just in your underwear is ideal, but if you feel comfortable enough to undo your bra strap it'll make for easier access during back and shoulder work. Whatever is most comfortable for you is best though."

She nodded with a giggle. "Of course! I can do that for you. Just one thing though... reckon you could help me with my zip, before you leave?"

She turned away from me and pulled her hair over her shoulder, glancing back toward me and revealing the zip of her dress. I stepped forward and placed one hand on her waist, then gripping the zipper, slowly pulled it down to reveal the soft skin of her back. As I did this, she reached her hand down and ever so gently rubbed the tips of her fingers against mine again. The zipper stopped just above the curve of her waist and I traced my fingers up the exposed skin of her back to alight on her neck. I barely dared to breathe, the subtle intimacy between us was electric. I wanted to keep going, to pull open her dress and drop it down, then take in the sight of her incredible body... but I was a professional and I knew well enough to only ever follow were I was led.

I stepped back as she began to pull her dress down, then excused myself from the room.

Once outside I leaned against the wall and tried to quell my growing erection. Whenever I was working I wore only a t-shirt and some loose linen trousers, so any motion down there tended to be pretty obvious. Sometimes this could be useful, but not so much with new clients who still needed to set their boundaries with me.

Once I felt like I had myself under control again, I knocked on the door and headed back inside. In the low lit ambience of the studio I could make out her gorgeous body laid out on the massage table. She was small but perfectly formed, with soft, smooth curves in all the right places and and toned muscle everywhere else. She'd bundled her long, blonde hair up onto the back of her head with a clip, loose strands still spilling out around her. Her whole back was exposed - she'd only pulled the sheet up halfway so it draped loosely over the curve of her incredible ass, and she'd clearly felt comfortable enough to remove her bra entirely.

I got some massage oil into my hands, rubbed my palms together to warm it up, and then got to work.

I started on her shoulders, getting familiar with her soft skin first, then finding knots and working out tension as her breathing slowed and deepened. Her body was responsive and supple, and working my hands into her was an incredible feeling. After a short while I checked in to see if the pressure was ok, but was met only with a soft, breathy moan as she relaxed deeper. I kept moving downward, taking great pleasure in exploring every inch of skin on her back and shoulders, meeting her energy as she continued to purr and moan at my touch.

Once I was finished on her back I lifted the sheet up and stood behind it so she could turn herself over in privacy. Once the sheet was back down again and covering her, I moved down to her legs. Standing to the side of the table, I lifted the sheet off her right leg and rubbed more warm oil into it, beginning to work my hands into her muscles and explore the tension in her thigh. I rubbed in long lines, all the way from her calf muscle to the very top of her leg, enjoying being so close to the little lace panties that were the only thing covering her modesty. She was clearly enjoying this too, she lay there with a big relaxed smile on her gorgeous face, sighing and purring every time my fingertips grazed the thin fabric.

"Mmmmm, yes Rob... this exactly what I need..."

I slid my arm under her leg and lifted it so her heel was resting against my shoulder. In this position I could use the palm of my hand to rub deep circles on the insides of her thigh, whilst my other hand gently kneaded her calf muscle. She was softly moaning with every breath now, relishing the intimate attention I was lavishing on her body. As I moved my hand from her calf to the sole of her foot, she lifted her arms up to lay them behind her head, causing her soft, round breasts to lift and spill out of the sheet that had been barely covering them. I tenderly rubbed her delicate foot as I continued to work the inside of her thigh in deeper circles. Each time I reached the bottom I lightly brushed my fingertips over that thin strip of fabric which barely covered her pussy. She was biting her lip and wriggling on the table, the sheet slowly sliding away to reveal the rest of her stunning body -- supple and toned and covered only by those tiny black panties that I was teasing with each slow movement of my hand.

This intimate dance was intoxicating. My cock was growing hard again and I knew she could tell, as she giggled sweetly each time it brushed against her leg. As I lowered her foot back down to the table, I felt her hand reach over and grip my thick shaft through my trousers.

For a second I just stood there, barely able to breathe. She wasn't moving her hand or rubbing - she was just grasping me firmly through the thin linen material. She bit her bottom lip and opened her eyes, looking up at me innocently.

"Don't let me stop you, Rob" she purred quietly, "I think you were just about to give some attention to a spot that could really use it..."

I regained my composure and began to breathe again. Reaching out, I lifted the remaining part of the sheet that was still barely covering her stomach and right leg, and let it fall off the table to the floor. Savouring the sight of her exposed body, I pushed her legs wide open so I could access both her thighs. I leaned over and began rubbing warm oil into her toned muscles, each time getting closer and closer to the spot she so clearly wanted me to work on. I could feel her hand gently gripping my hard shaft and hear her breathing getting deeper as I teased her. Once I reached her panties again, I lifted them clear with one hand and slowly slid the other inside, dancing my fingers over the outer lips of her soft, wet pussy.

She let out a breathy moan as I finally made contact. I circled her smooth, hairless pussy with my finger a few times, before slipping inside and smearing her wetness all over her sensitive folds. I felt her respond as she started to pull on my erection through my trousers, gently teasing me and dragging me in towards her. I moved my other hand from her panties up to her soft breasts, keeping up the slow circling of her pussy with one hand and using the other to tease and rub her sensitive nipples until they were swollen and hard.

She was writhing and wriggling beneath my touch now, bucking her hips to meet my slow, deliberate exploration of her pussy. Relaxing her grip on me, she reached out and pulled on the waistline of my trousers, causing them to slide down and release my diamond hard cock from within. Grasping it firmly again, I could feel her soft skin against mine as she pulled me closer and slid herself across the table until her gorgeous face was positioned right underneath my massive erection.

Looking up at me with a smile that could melt glaciers, she proceeded to run her tongue all the way along the underside of my dick, stopping at the tip to plant soft, wet kisses all over it. I groaned in pleasure at the incredible sensation. Keeping my finger moving deep inside her gently grinding pussy, I brought my other hand up to her face, brushing the loose curls of blonde hair out of the way so she could fully go to work on me. She moaned again and lapped at my sensitive frenulum with her tongue out wide. Then, reaching out and cupping my balls with her loose hand, she maintained eye contact with me as she pushed my cock slowly into her mouth. Her soft, warm lips slid down my shaft as she pushed the tip into the inside of her cheek, and then held it there as she sucked and slurped on my hard length. I gasped and moaned in ecstasy as she skilfully swirled her tongue all over my swollen tip, moving her mouth around to explore different sensitive areas. It felt utterly incredible.

It was at this exact moment that the phone started ringing. The phone in the studio was internal only, and the only person who ever rang it was Christina, the client manager - and if she was calling in the middle of a massage session then it had to be something important. I pulled my finger out of Sabrina's soaking pussy and reached around around behind my back, fumbling to try and grab the handset from the table without turning my body away from her. I didn't want to disrupt one second of the intense pleasure she was delivering.

I managed to grab the phone and bring it round in front of me, steeling myself to answer. As I did this, Sabrina rolled onto her side and took me deeper into her mouth, getting herself comfortable as she began to bob her head up and down my length whilst slowly massaging my balls with her hand. I took a deep breath and lifted the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I managed, struggling to control my breathing.

"Hi Rob, is everything ok there?" came the concerned voice of Christina down the line. As she said this, Sabrina pulled her lips all the way back and looked up at me with those sparkling eyes, just slowly licking my engorged tip with her delicate tongue.

"Yeah... everything's fine here... just in the middle of a... massage" I responded with gritted teeth. I watched wordlessly as Sabrina blew me a kiss, then lowered her head back down to resume polishing my stiff cock with her mouth, slurping and sucking and moaning quietly as she did so.

"it's just that I've got Miss Carpenter's driver here with me, he's saying that she was meant to leave fifteen minutes ago..." came the response.

I managed to tear my eyes away from the incredible sight below me and glanced over at the clock. It was 11.15. I'd been so distracted with our mutual pleasure that I'd completely forgotten she could only stay for the first hour of our session.

"OK, no problem... she'll be down in a few minutes," I managed to stutter, then ended the call abruptly, tossing the phone over my shoulder onto the table behind me.

Sabrina was still slowly circling my sensitive tip with her tongue as I reached down to gently brush her hair back, then reluctantly pulled my cock out of her soft, warm mouth. She reached up and took my hand in hers and started sucking on my fingers instead, looking up at me quizzically. She was so fucking gorgeous it was almost impossible to tear myself away.

"Sabrina, its 11.15... your driver is waiting for you downstairs..." I whispered, trying to be as professional as I could manage.

She kept hold of my hand as she glanced over at the clock, then sat bolt upright on the table.

"Oh shit!" she breathed urgently, "I'm going to be late!"

I pulled my trousers up and helped her down off the table. We both worked to dress her as quickly as we could, pulling on her tights and getting her zipped back into her figure-hugging miniskirt. Once she'd let her hair back down it almost looked as though nothing had ever happened, only the pink flush of her cheeks letting on what we'd been doing only moments earlier.

We hurried back out of the massage room and into the apartment; I made my way over to the front door as she grabbed her clutch bag from the side. I held the door for her as she headed over, but instead of leaving, she stopped in the doorway and turned back towards me. Gripping my still hard cock through my trousers again, she looked up at me and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sorry I've got to run baby, I was really up for having some fun with you today..." she whispered, biting her bottom lip apologetically.

"No, no... I'm sorry I made you late for your shoot" I said, regretfully.

She squeezed my dick again, and with her other hand she grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and pulled me down to give me a long, deep kiss. Her lips were soft and full, and her tongue was just as tender in my mouth as it had been on my cock. She pulled away from the kiss slowly, tugging on my lower lip playfully with her teeth then smiling coyly at me as she moved back. She let go of my hard, aching cock, blew me one last kiss, then turned and walked outside, closing the door behind her and leaving me on my own.

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The rest of my day passed without much incident. After Sabrina left it took me a while to calm myself down. I had thought about calling Christina to see if she'd come upstairs and take over -- Christina and I had hooked up a few times before, just as a way to pass those cold winter evenings -- but it seemed unlikely she'd take kindly to the idea of taking someone else's place on the table. And besides; I had another client arriving soon and I needed to prepare. I ended up taking a short, cold shower and then busied myself getting the studio ready for my next guest. The rest of my day was spent with regular clients, providing massage and companionship for the most part, all very low key.

It was at about 8pm when the knock came at my door. My last client of the day had long since left and I'd just finished cleaning up after my dinner, ready to settle in for a quiet evening by myself. The knocking piqued my curiosity -- I had no late bookings this evening, and I'd had no word from Christina of anyone coming up to see me. I made my way over and swung the door open.

And there she was: Sabrina Carpenter had returned. She was dressed in a baggy hoodie with the hood pulled right up, and she had big dark sunglasses covering a large part of her face. It was likely an outfit designed to avoid being recognised in public, but having spent the morning familiarising myself with the intimate details of her body, she was completely unmistakeable to me. I stepped back to usher her inside and quickly closed the door again.

As soon as she saw the door close, she pulled her hood down and took off her sunglasses. She was less glammed up than she had been earlier, but she looked all the more beautiful as a result. Her hair was up in a loose, bouncy ponytail, her golden skin glowed with a far subtler covering of make-up, and her perfect ass was absolutely stuffed into a pair of incredibly tight denim hot-pants. I stared at her dumbly for a second, not knowing what to say. She reached out for my hand and broke the awkward silence.

"I figured I still had 45 minutes left on the clock with you... if you've got time now?"

She smiled that mischievous smile at me and I immediately melted again. I took her hand and pulled her towards me, then picked her up by her waist and wrapped her legs around me. We pulled each other close so we could sink into slow, deep kissing, taking the time we hadn't had earlier to fully enjoy the intimacy of the moment. I carried her over to the sofa and sat down on one end with my back against the side, keeping her legs wrapped around me but relaxing my hold on her so we could kiss and nuzzle and swap tongues more gently. After a while she pulled away and leaned back with her hands on the sofa cushions behind her, just watching me with that sultry, playful expression on her face. Taking the zip of her hoodie, I slowly pulled it down, revealing nothing but her bare skin beneath and letting her gorgeous round breasts spill out. I grabbed a vial of massage oil off the table beside me and rubbed some into the palms of my hands to warm it up. She bit her bottom lip again and looked at me with those sparkling eyes.

"I spent all day thinking about you..." she whispered as I began to rub my warm, oily hands into her flawless body, "The whole time I was having my photo taken I was just thinking about your thick, hard cock and all the things I wanted to do with it..."