She didn't want to disappoint her Masterby not being ready on time. She slipped the garter and stockings on,smoothing them over her legs. Then the h...els, buckling the sexy littlestrap at the ankle. Then the dress slid over her head and she also smoothedthat down her body, pausing at her breasts to cup them and pinch her nipplesbeneath the material. She fixed her hair and touched up her make-up -she was ready. 7:30 PM sharp and the doorbell rang. She answered and there was oneof the most. She wore a tight blue sleeveless dress that showed a lot of leg. I felt my cock stirring and silently cursed its betrayal. Looking around, I saw a purse on the coffee table. “Is that it?” “Yes,” she said as she walked over to it, her heels clicking on the floor as she went. I rolled my eyes. “You’re welcome.” Rebecca bent over the purse and rummaged a bit. Her ass was tight, but looked like it would be soft to the touch. I was fully hard now and a little embarrassed. The last thing I wanted. Special oils, that were closely held secrets of the masseuse in question, were used to draw out the muscle pain and aches of riding long distances on a day-to-day basis. I had had it done hundreds of times and had done it a fair number of times as well. Professional racers may give lots of silly reasons for why they shave their legs; like it makes them faster (right!), but eventually, there are only two reasons to shave your legs: One, when you crash it makes it easier to dig out the stray. Still I kept looking around and no one noticed my hands in her bra or in her knickers. The band were on fire thankfully. I slipped my hand inside her silk knickers to find a totally smooth and totally wet pussy. I remember pushing middle finger deep inside her and I pulled her close to me. I heard her gasp as my fingers entered her as deeply as I could. I quickly added a second as I fucked her deeply with my fingers in time with the music. In my young years this was almost like a wet dream. I.