Pussy Bumper (Mandy Diary Entry 6)

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Dear Diary,

My pussy was nudged the other day.

Wait, let me explain. Not nudged as in, “Excuse me, Miss, I didn’t mean to bump into your pussy. I was just trying to reach the gum” at the supermarket.

Now that I think about it that would be pretty funny. I’d probably have to be doing a handstand for that to happen though, right?

So how did it get nudged? I’ll tell you all about it.

You remember my friend Jill? The indie porn start who likes to fuck for the camera with big muscular guys? Her. Well, she won a contest at a restaurant the other day. Apparently the burger joint had teamed up with a spa and the winner got free lunch plus a couple’s massage.

Wait, side note. You know me. I tend to go off on tangents and you’re my diary so if I don’t tell you this stuff who will I tell? You should see Jill’s business card. The one she dropped in the fishbowl at the burger joint.

It reads:

Uphill Jill: You know when you take a girl uphill she’ll eventually have to go down.

Watch me fuck my way to the top at www.uphilljill.org

She couldn’t get her hands on .com cause it was already taken and now she’s stuck with .org. Every time I see a .org address I think it’s some sort of official organization and thinking of Uphill Jill as an organization is kind of funny. Uphill Jill. Where did she come up with that shit? Thank God she’ll never read this.

Back to my story. Someone pulled her business card out of the fish bowl and I can’t imagine it was at random. I’m thinking someone saw it smashed up against the glass and thought, “We really have to call this chick.”

Anyway, the day came when we were set to get our massages. So I went into my stall, stripped naked, and wrapped the white robe around my body. I was all set to have some older chick rub me down. That’s how it seemed to always go for me. That was my luck.

Not this time!

Jill was on my left when we walked into the dark room with aromatherapy candles, harp music playing, and our two masseuses standing before us, waiting.

To the left, Jill’s side, was a big chick that looked like she should be on the Russian swim team. She must’ve been 6’4” and was ripped with muscle. Her face was kinda hot but she was just too…manly.

To the right, my side, was the most gorgeous specimen of a man I’d ever seen. He was big, muscular, and wore the white polo shirt with company logo. I suppose the Russian chick was wearing one too but it didn’t stand out on her the way it did on this guy.

His hair was short, dark, and he hadn’t shaved in a day or two. All that was nice but my eyes were drawn to something else. Tattoos peeked out of the bottom of his shirt sleeves and out the top of his collar. I imagined they covered his entire upper torso.  

“Oh hell no,” Jill whispered by my side. “Trade me.”

“No way,” I whispered back.

“I won the contest. You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for me.”

“You can have the better burger later,” I replied. “I’m getting the meat this round.”

“You are so gross,” she said.

“Says the porn star.”

Jill pouted her way to the left and behind a partition that separated our two sides. I could totally imagine her disrobing in front of her masseuse and I had to stifle my laughter.

“Thank you for coming in,” mine said. “My name’s Eric. I’ll take care of you today.”

I don’t know why exactly but every single thing that came out of his mouth from that second on seemed totally sexual. And I wasn’t sure that it was meant to be that way. My imagination can be a hell of a thing.

“Okay, so I want you to be completely comfortable. Your choice. Draped or undraped.”

I didn’t even know what that meant. So I just looked at him with a cocked head and waited.

“Sorry,” he said. “Draped means I’ll drape something over you and do my best to work around it. Undraped means you’ll have nothing over you.”

What a dilemma.

Fully naked in front of this guy or not? I was naked under my robe.

“Draped I guess,” I said.

Shut up! What would you have done?

“Okay then, just take off your robe and lie down and I’ll cover you up.”

He turned his back to me and I quickly dropped my robe and climbed onto the table. I put my face in the donut hole and wished there were two more located a little lower down. Really. Whoever designs those things should really consider making a place for our tits cause lying face down like that for a long period of time, when your tits are as big as mine…that’s not cool.

So the music was playing, something with pan flutes and wind chimes. I felt like I were on a Navaho plain, sitting outside my teepee, waiting for my chief to return from the hunt. And then his hands were on me.

They were big and strong and covered in some sort of oil or lotion. I kept my eyes closed and he started at my hands. He ran his fingers in-between mine, giving every one of my fingers its own special attention. And I don’t know why but it was extremely erotic for some reason.

I don’t imagine everyone gets turned on by hand massages and I wouldn’t think that I normally would but suddenly I imagined this stud standing next to me…but in my dream world he was naked. And his cock was just inches from my fingertips.

Fuck, I was getting wet already and he was just at my hands.

I know, I have a serious problem. I seriously becoming a nymphomaniac. You know this already. I love sex and it’s on my mind twenty-four hours per day.

So the aching in my pussy was very familiar to me when he made his way around each finger.

Then he was moving down my arms, squeezing and pushing.

And down over my back.

And around my sides, dangerously close to my tits. In fact, I was almost sure he was purposely touching the sides of my tits, feeling his fingers push in on the softness, the realness of them.

In my mind, Eric totally wanted me. He was working me, feeling my body in his grip, knowing that if he pushed my buttons just right I might turn my head to the side and take his naked cock in my mouth. And I wanted to. I so wanted to. But I kept my mouth closed and my mind very open.

I decided right then that if he decided to get unprofessional I would be totally down for it.

As his hands reached my ass, I opened my legs just a little. He cleared his throat and I jumped. Did he clear his throat because I’d opened my legs or because he just needed to?

I wondered for a moment if he were gay. A lot of masseuses are. Right? I think so. Not this guy though. I refused to believe it. He was my stud, ready to rip the “drape” off me and fuck me, drill me into that massage table.

As his hands rubbed around the contours of my curvy ass, past sexual feats came rushing back to me. In my mind I was shoving Braden up against the wall in the carnival’s House of Mirrors. His cock was in my mouth and I was letting my teeth lightly scrape him as my hand jerked up and down on his shaft.

Then I was on the beach again with Valentino as his tanned, muscular body fucked me so hard my ass left indents in the sand.

Fuck, I was getting wetter. And I knew Eric would notice. Surely he’d turn me around at some point and maybe he’d see a damp spot on the table. Maybe he’d sense it. Maybe he’d put his face between my legs and lick me clean.

Fuck, I didn’t know what to do. My pussy was beginning to throb.

He moved his hands to my thighs and rubbed up and down them quickly. I opened my legs a little more, wanting to give him the chance to go higher if he desired. His hands were fast, and they were slick, and he worked my thighs until I wanted to moan.

It felt so fucking good. This guy’s hands were magical.

Down to my knees and up my thigh, down and up, down and up, down and…oh fuck!

He nudged me.

His hand hit my pussy and it didn’t seem that he realized he’d done it.

Then he did it again and I moaned. I didn’t mean to dammit. It just slipped out. So fucking embarrassing. I actually moaned. Then without thinking it I put a hand to my mouth. I imagined Jill and the Russian hearing it. Eric definitely did.

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Eric asked.

“No,” I said through heavy breath. “It’s so…so good. It’s ok. You just…touched me and it surprised me.”

“Touched you?” he asked.

He seemed to have no idea.

“Never mind,” I said.

He went back to massaging me.

Then he had me turn over and with this little sheet draped over me, I lay on my back, tits up and hanging slightly to the sides.

Thank you, Gravity. Fucking cock blocker.

I tried to keep my eyes closed as Eric started at my feet this time and then moved up my legs and worked my calf muscles.

My throat got dry as he moved slowly up to my thighs.

I wanted him to touch me again. God how I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel his fingers against my pussy lips, to feel his fingertips against my clit.

I knew no professional masseuse would ever risk his job to touch a client in an unprofessional way but I hoped this guy was willing to risk a little bit to try it with me.

His strong grip squeezed my thigh.

“You’re tense. Very tense,” he said.

“Yes,” I agreed.

I opened my eyes and met his. He looked away quickly.

Was he nervous?

Could he be nervous?

Right then I decided to just go for it. I went to the place to get a massage but let’s face it, I didn’t give a shit about a massage. I wanted him to massage the inside of my pussy with his cock.

So I did something I probably shouldn’t have. Dear diary, I know I seem like a slut. But I’m not. I’m a modern woman who’s ready to grab life by its balls. I know what I want and when I want something I go for it.

So as he reached for my thigh, I reached down and put my hand on top of his.

He stopped moving.

I lifted my legs at the knees, put my feet against the table, and open my legs. And I slid his hand between my legs and made him purposely nude me this time.

The surprising part? He let me guide his fingers.

I grabbed his knuckles and squeezed his hand, closing it a little, and forced him to scoop at my pussy lips, feeling my wetness.

He just stared at me.

Then his fingers moved on their own. Softly, timid-like. This master with his hands was afraid of my pussy. Can you believe that shit?

His finger rolled around in my wetness. I arched my back and moaned quietly enough that it was masked by the music.

His mouth hung open like he was waiting for a breath he just couldn’t catch.

For just a second I worried that Jill or her masseuse might look over the partition but knowing Jill she might be doing the same thing on the other side.

I pulled the sheet all the way off me and threw it to the floor. I wanted him to see me naked. I wanted him to want me, not just want to touch me with his hand, but want to climb on top of me, whip out his dick, and give me what I deserved. I deserved to cum.

I glanced to my left and his zipper was right at my tits. He was watching me, wanting me.

His cock was bulging so close to my face and he looked big. The front of his pants rose up to a very nice size. I reached out to touch him and he let me.

Then came my mistake.

I guess I moved too quickly. He had just one finger inside me, his thumb against my clit, squeezing almost like chopsticks trying to pick up something in the middle. It was an odd technique but I was kind of digging it.

Hell, he was in my pussy, that’s what mattered.

But then I tried to unzip his zipper. As my fingers gripped the little pull tab and started to yank downward, it was like I’d flipped the “off” switch.

Eric pulled his finger out of me, jumped back, and put a hand to his eyes. He looked like he’d just committed murder and was dangerously close to getting caught. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down to me. He squatted next to me and whispered in my ear.

“I’m so sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect…”

“Shut the fuck up,” I whispered back. “I loved it. I want more.”

A chime rang signaling the end of our time together and I wanted to cry.

“That’s the end of our session,” Eric whispered.

“Come over tonight,” I said. “Come to my house and we’ll finish what we started.”

“I’m so sorry. I can’t,” he said.

“What do you mean you can’t?” I asked as he reached down to retrieve the sheet and draped it over my body.

He brought me my robe.

“Sonia is my wife,” he said into my ear. “Please. Just forget this. It was a mistake.”

“Sonia?” I asked.

He pointed at the partition, letting me know that his wife was his masseuse partner.

“Oh my God,” I said. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He put a finger to his lips.

I pulled my robe on quickly and was covered just as Jill rounded the corner.

“Ready to go?” she asked. “That was amazing. How was yours?”

“Ohhh,” I said.

I looked at Eric and just shook my head.

“Unbelievable.”

And that was the day my pussy got nudged. The only good thing to come out of that? I masturbated at least three times to thoughts of Eric.

Thanks for reading.

If you’d like to read more about me and my adventures, check out the C.C. Genovese Amazon page and pick up the Maybe Mandy books (and others if you want). http://www.amazon.com/C.C.-Genovese/e/B00TW2B4I4

 

Mandy

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