"Oh," she gasped aloud. But, he also felt the soft push of her breast against his fingers, encouraging him. He slipped his other hand up the inside of...her thigh, over the yoga pants she wore during practice. She didn’t stiffen or protest. When his hand reached her belly, he dipped the tip of his fingers just inside of the elastic waist band. "This?" he whispered, letting his lips brush her ear. Letting his tongue glide over the same spot. "Please," she whispered. Her hands tightened on his. “Is that…cool?” I asked in an almost dismissive way. “Yeah - definitely. Uh - how do I get there.” I took his phone and gave him my address, then told him I’d meet him there. “Oh - I’m Natalia,” I said extending his hand to shake. I enjoyed the feel of his big mitt gripping my elegant, feminine hand as we became lost in each other’s eyes. I luxuriated in even this brief physical contact. Then caught myself, releasing his hand. “See you there! You can follow me.” As I drove I thought of. Before she could protest, his hand glided between her legs, his finger trailing down her slit until he found her moist opening. A deep groan could be heard as he inserted the tip of his finger, her muscles clenching around it in surprise. He really wanted her, but more importantly she now yearned for him and his touch. Her hips started rocking forward and backward, alternating between pressing against him and making him empty of her touch. This caused him to slide his finger in and out, up and. She didn't say anything but raised her hips again and slid her underwear down the same way she had done with the shorts. She was naked in front of me for the first time. With trembling hands I started to work the oil into her ass muscles, sliding down to her hamstrings again. As I worked the muscles I occasionally got a glimpse of her asshole and her pussy below it. I was so hard and had broken out into a sweat, I was trying to do a good job with the massage but I had definitely switched from a.