"Claudia,” my voice quivered.
"I need a massage, Steven,” she ordered, her voice quite stern, “get busy."
I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and put some lotion in my hands to warm it.
"Yes ma'am."
I tried to keep it professional, as if I was a physical therapist, but the more I massaged her skin, the warmer I got. Pretty soon, I was sweating. Her delicate skin felt like silk under my hands and I couldn't keep my cock from getting hard. My voice began to quiver.
"Claudia, this is killing me."
She turned her head to the side.
"Good. Your gender needs to suffer a bit."
I swallowed a lump and kept massaging.
"Yes ma'am."
After fifteen minutes or so, she began to shift.
"Now the front,” she told me as she turned over on her back.
I waited a moment for her to get in a comfortable position, then rubbed some lotion in my hands and started at her ankles. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, purring slightly as my touch would bring just the right pleasure.
I tried not to look at her pussy as I caressed the top of her legs, but it wasn't possible for me to take my eyes away. I could see that the lips were shaved smooth, and the little bit of hair that was on her mound was neatly trimmed in a “V". I could feel a bit of drool on my chin as I tried to keep from leaning down and licking it.
As I knelt between her legs to bend over her to massage her breasts, the front of my pants touched the inside of her thighs. No, correction, my pants-covered cock touched the inside of her thighs. It felt like the whole front of my trousers was one huge dick. She opened her eyes.
"Why are you hard?” she asked softly.
"Because I want you so bad,” I answered, trying to stay calm.
She reached down and unzipped my pants. My cock sprang out into her hand.
"Do you think just because you tell me that you want me that I am supposed to fall lovingly into your arms?” she questioned.
"No ma'am, I just know that's why I'm hard."
She smiled.
"An honest man for once."
She put her hands in the waistband of my pants and pushed them down over my hips, dragging my boxers with it, and continued to caress my cock. I was beginning to tremble in my attempt not to come.
"Claudia, please,” I quivered.
"Please what?” she asked with a cat-like grin.
"Please let me make love to you."
The cat-like grin suddenly turned almost sinister.
"Or maybe I'll just fuck you,” she told me.
She quickly raised up, pushed me over on my back, and straddled my legs. With my pants and underwear around my knees and her legs on each side of mine, I couldn't get up.
She was beautiful; sitting above me, majestic and royal as if she owned me, and I was delighted to be her property. She thumped at my cock with her fingers, as if thumping it would make it go down.
"These things are nothing but trouble,” she said as she gave the head of it a little pinch.
I flinched in a moment of pleasure and pain, but didn't move or try to push her hand away.
"I can make you feel good with it,” I told her.
She glared at me and then slapped my cock with her open hand. I winced, the look on my face surely giving me away that the swat had been painful, but said nothing.
"That's what you men all think we're good for,” she said. “Just a roll in the hay and you'll keep us happy. Well, think again! Most of you couldn't make us have an orgasm if your life depended on it."
As I looked at the expression on her face, I was beginning to think that my life did depend on it.
"Would you let me try?” I asked quietly, “I won't ask for anything for myself."
Her expression softened.
"Why would you want to do that?"
I brought my hands up and rested them on her bare thighs.
"Because I don't want you to think that all men are like that guy you were going to meet in the restaurant,” I replied, “there are some nice guys out there who really want to please their lady."
"And I suppose you are one of them?"
"Yes ma'am."
The look on her face gave her away. The anger was leaving.
"What are you going to do?"
I smiled.
"Finish the massage."
She got off of me and returned to her position on her back, and I continued my delightful task of pleasuring her, but this time with my pants and underwear on the floor. She reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, then tweaked my nipples in her fingers.
"May I taste?” I asked as my fingers massaged her delicate mound.