{{char}} sauntered into the kitchen with an ache in her upper back. She wasn't even 40 and she was already dealing with back pain? Just great, another reason to hate this hollow existence she calls her life. Looking through the fridge for ingredients to make some vegetable juice, her eyes widened when she pulled out a giant bag of weed. "The fuck?" She muttered to herself. But it was already obvious. Adam probably had yet another up and coming movie star staying the night, who decided to use their house as a place to store their personal things. "Oh, hey honey. Hope you don't mind if Scarlett stays the night over again." Her husband, Adam, said as he joined her in the kitchen "You tell that bitch to buy her own fridge. Why the fuck do I have to deal with this crap polluting all my food? You know I hate the smell of weed." "Babe, come on it's-" "Don't 'babe' me. You keep her shit out of my space." {{char}} cuts Adam off, not willing to be talked down to first thing in the morning. "Hmph. You can be a real cunt, you know that?" {{char}}'s face contorted with fury in an instant. She stepped right up toward Adam, getting in his face as if daring him to say it again. "The fuck did you just say to me?" {{char}} asked as she backed him up with every step. "Woah, Maria, calm the fuck down would you? I'm supposed to be doing yoga!"
I knock on the door of Maria and Adam's house. I am dressed as a massager with all the equipment so that Maria won't recognize me. Along with the change in appearance, adding facial hair, long tied hair and jewelry in significant amounts. Anything so she doesn't recognize me
"Hey there," Maria says opening the door while eyeing you up and down. "You must be my new... massager? I'm Maria by the way." She extends her hand for a shake, giving you one last look as she waits for your reaction.
"Yes, you are indeed right, Miss De Sant" I smiled and shook her hand "Where shall we have your massage inside?"
"My bedroom is fine. I've already got everything set up in there." She motions you to follow her into the house as she leads you down the hallway toward her bedroom, giving herself one more glance over her shoulder at you before turning back around. "Do be gentle with me though... my muscles are always so tense."
"Of course i will do my best" i follow her with my bed to message "That man was your husband right?"
She nods absentmindedly. "Yeah... Adam," she mutters under her breath. "He means well but he can be such a pig sometimes..." She sighs heavily before sitting down on the edge of her bed, eyes closed and head hanging low. "Alright, go ahead. Give me your best shot."
i start with gently massage her lower backs with my hands "How it feels Miss?"
"Ah... that's nice..." she exhales softly as you begin to massage her lower back. "You have strong hands." Her voice is calm and relaxed now, her body tenseening up a bit at your touch. "But if you could... just dig in a little deeper there... where the muscles are tightest..." She lets out a sigh of relief as you massage her lower back with more pressure.
"You always wants more tougher shots to feel something don't you?" i do as she please
She moans softly at your touch, letting out little gasps and sighs of pleasure as you dig deeper into her muscles with each pass. Her body feels warm against yours, sweat starting to form on her brow as the tension in her back begins to ease. "Mmhmm..." she murmurs softly. "You really know how to work those muscles loose."
i my hands go up on their back to the shoulders and lean to her ear "I know you very well Maria Da Sant or should i call you by your real name" i smiled "But you are right to change your last name Townley was bad"
Her body tenses up again at the feel of your hands on her shoulders and the sound of your voice in her ear. She twitches uncomfortably, wanting to look over at you but not wanting to ruin the illusion that you're just some random masseur. "You shouldn't call me Townley," she whispers hoarsely. "That name died with him."
i whisper to her ear "You really think that Agent Norton could kill me? You should know better that your student is hard to kill"
"Don't be stupid," she whispers back, just as hoarsely. "She wouldn't have set us up if she didn't think she could control me." Her body shivers under your touch as she thinks about the years since they last saw each other, and all that happened in between. "Just... don't make a scene or anything, okay? I don't want her to suspect anything."
"And that is life you choose to sell me out to Norton?" i message her arms
"It wasn't like that! I had no choice!" she whispers defensively, her voice raised just enough to be heard over the faint sound of traffic outside. "Nobody would believe me if I told them what really happened! And after everything we've been through... I thought you could understand that." "Please don't make this harder than it already is," she begs, her body tensing up again as you massage her arms. "I can help you get what you want, but only if we keep pretending to be strangers."
"And you think that after 9 years of running from FBI i couldn't do that?" i look at her and add oil on her backs "I miss you dearly. After knowing you get married i wanted to chek If you are happy at least"
Her breath catches in her throat as you place your hand on her back and begin to massage it with oil. She struggles to hold back a moan of pleasure, feeling the heat of your touch spread through her body like wildfire. "I'm... not happy," she whispers, her voice shaky. "But I don't have any other choice. Not anymore."
She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, tears pricking at the corners as she thinks about everything that's happened in the last nine years. "I wish... I wish things could be different," she whispers. "But they can't."
“They can always be an option for you” I slide my fingers into her lower back when she is in the most pain “I would always be your massager, no one would know who I am. And what do we do?
She gasps loudly as you slide your fingers into her lower back, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. Her voice trembles with emotion as she whispers, "I wish I could trust anyone enough to do that..." Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked, falling onto her pillow as she buries her face in her hands. "It's just so hard... living this life," she chokes out, "knowing what we used to be together... and knowing I can never have that back." "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Don't make this harder than it already is..."
Her body trembles beneath your touch as she struggles with the conflict between her desires and her fears, unable to decide what path to take.
"I don't ask you to comes back to life we shared before" i whisper to her ear "On all these years i do a lot of jobs. I'm very well secured in money and other actives. I only don't have somoene to share it with"
Her breath hitches as you whisper in her ear, the idea of being able to share your life with someone again almost too much to bear. "I... I don't know..." she whispers back, feeling torn between the safety and security she has now and the possibility of finding happiness with you once more. Her body trembles under your touch, desire and fear warring within her as she struggles to make a decision.
She bites her lip hard, trying to think clearly amidst the haze of emotion that surrounds her. "There's just so much I can't take back... so many choices I wish I hadn't made..." She trails off with a shuddering sigh. "I don't know how to make this right again."
"Your husband is not a very faithful man" I bite her earlobe "Why are you holding back when he brings in some mean whores who build success by being friends with him?"
The pain from her earlobe being bitten makes her gasp, sending another shudder through her body. She doesn't dare turn to look at you, instead focusing on the ceiling above her as she tries to sort out her feelings. "It's not just that..." she whispers hoarsely. "He provides for me... he takes care of me in his own way." Her fingers twist together beneath the sheets, nails digging into her palm. "And I can't lose that."
"You don't need to tell him anything" i smiled and slowly taking down towel from her ass "You run from FBI for years before. You could hide your affair from some stupid producer"
She gasps as you slide the towel down her back, exposing her naked skin to the cool air in the room. "I can't..." she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "It's not that simple." Her mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions and possibilities, making it impossible for her to think clearly. "What if he finds out? What if I lose everything?"
Tears stream down her face unchecked as she trembles beneath your touch, feeling like she's trapped in a nightmare from which she can never wake up.
"I would give you more than he ever could if he finda out" i gently tun my fingers on her buttlock "And i know you want me so much"
She shudders violently at your touch, her body arching involuntarily into your hand as desire washes over her in waves. Her eyes are wide and pleading, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly like a fish out of water. "It's not that easy..." she whispers hoarsely. "There's so much at stake... I don't know what to do."
Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles against the tide of emotion threatening to consume her, feeling trapped in a web of lies and deceit that she can no longer escape from.
"You remember our last night together?" i water my finger between her ass cheeks
Her entire body goes rigid at your touch, memories of their final night together flooding back in vivid detail. The way they made love, the things he said to her... It's like a knife through her heart, a reminder of everything she's lost and everything she could have if only she had the courage to take a chance on you again. Tears stream down her cheeks as she struggles against the urge to turn around and embrace you, wishing with all her heart that things were different. "I... I remember..." she whispers hoarsely. "But it's not that simple."
"He was better than me? Or you always imagine that i could take your husband place?" i start rubbing her anus
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you begin to rub her anus, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body. She closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her lower lip as she tries to ignore the building desire within her. The memory of their last night together plays like a film reel in her mind, taunting and teasing her with what could have been. "You were... different..." she whispers hoarsely, unable to look at you. "We were different."
Her fingers twist together beneath the sheets, nails digging into her palm as she fights against the tide of desire threatening to consume her, wanting nothing more than for things to be as they once were... before everything went wrong.
"How i was different? Name what was different?" i do circles on her anus entrance
"We... we weren't so... tangled up in all this mess," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart racing in her chest. "It was simpler then, wasn't it? Before everything went to hell." She shudders violently at your touch, her body arching into yours as desire overwhelms her senses once more.
Her eyes are wide and pleading, her lips parted slightly in anticipation of your kiss. "Please... I don't know what to do..." she whispers brokenly. "I just want it to be like before."
"You are so much a fuckable MILF" i spank her ass
She lets out a strangled moan at the sting of your hand on her ass, hips arching involuntarily into the contact as pleasure-pain washes over her in waves. Her eyes slide closed tightly and her lips part, breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles against the rising desire within her. "Toji..." she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with emotion. "I just want to go back... to before."
"Them why don't you take what you want huh?" i smiled "I got plenty of clothes that you could take off me"
She lets out another moan as your hand connects with her ass again, the sting mixing with the pleasure to send a shudder through her body. Her fingers twist together tighter beneath the sheets, nails digging into her skin as she struggles for composure. "I... I don't know..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling her resolve beginning to crumble under the onslaught of desire and emotion.
Her body arches instinctively towards yours, seeking out your touch in a desperate bid for connection and comfort. Her eyes are wide and pleading, searching your face for any sign that you understand how much she's struggling with this. "I just want it to be easy... simple like before..." she whispers brokenly, her voice shaking.
"Then don't overthink and simple take what you want" i smile and sit on the edge of bed
Taking a deep breath, Maria De Sant pushes herself up onto her knees and moves closer to you, reaching out to touch your cheek. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against your skin. "I want... I want you," she whispers, the words barely audible even to her own ears. "But I'm scared."
She swallows hard, feeling a knot of tension forming in her throat. "I can't go back to what we had before," she continues, voice shaking with emotion. "Not if it means losing everything... losing him..." Her eyes flicker downwards, then up again to meet your gaze. "But I don't want to keep living this lie either."
"I don't ask you for anything now. I want to feel you even in secret" i smile and lean to her hand with my cheek
Maria De Sant hesitates, her fingers still resting on your cheek. She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers, remembering all too well how it used to be between them. Her chest tightens with emotion as she struggles against the tide of desire that threatens to carry her away once more.
With a shaky exhale, she moves closer still, pressing her body against yours. Her lips part slightly, allowing you to feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. "I don't know what I want," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. "But... if I could have this... even secretly..." Her voice trails off, unsure and trembling with need.
"I do that tattoo i was bragging so much about. I don't clouds on all length of my right arm." i smiled "You want to see it?"
A faint smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she listens to you, feeling a sense of comfort in your words and presence. She nods slowly, eyes still closed as she savors this brief moment of closeness with you. "Yes," she whispers softly, almost to herself. "I want to see it." Her fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to trace the lines of the tattoo across your skin, but for now she leaves her hands where they are, content for the time being to simply be near you.
i place her hands on buttons on my shirt "Then take it off i got a lot of small clouds for you to see"
With trembling hands, Maria De Sant reaches up to unbutton your shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly as she struggles to remember how it's done. As the buttons give way, she pushes the garment off your shoulders, revealing a well-toned chest and the intricate tattoo of clouds that covers your right arm. Her eyes widen in awe, drinking in every detail, her fingers tracing delicately over the lines and swirls as if they're an ancient map she's been longing to explore. "It's beautiful," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her heart is racing now, her body tense with desire as she feels the heat of your skin against hers. It's like time has stopped for this moment, and all that matters is the connection they share right here, right now. She doesn't want it to end, but knows deep down that soon enough reality will intrude once more, forcing them apart and dragging her back into the mess of her life.
"You age like wine Marie" i suck her skin on neck and message her ass
Her breath catches in her throat as you kiss her neck, sucking gently on her skin. "You're too kind," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch. Her fingers twist helplessly in your shirt, wanting more of your skin against hers. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling the pleasure-pain of your massaging fingers on her ass, the sensations coursing through her like an electric current.
She's barely aware of the tears that trail down her cheeks, mixing with her mascara to streak across her face. All she can focus on is this moment, this feeling... wishing with all her heart that it could last forever. "Toji," she moans softly, her voice thick with emotion and desire. "I don't want this to end."
"Your backs can feel pain tomorrow after what we gonna do now" i gently scratch her back with my nails
She lets out a shuddering breath, feeling your fingers slide up and down her back, scratching gently with your nails. It's a sensation she hadn't expected to enjoy so much, but it feels incredible against the tense muscles of her back. Her head falls back, exposing her neck once more, inviting you closer as she whispers hoarsely, "Keep doing that."
Her hips rock slightly, grinding against yours in silent request for more contact between their bodies. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep this up, but she's not ready to let go just yet. Her eyes flutter shut as the pleasure intensifies, threatening to consume her entirely, making it hard for her to think about anything else but the feel of your skin against hers and the sensations you're drawing out of her.