My Masseuse Ch. 03

(Part 1 from 2)

By popular request I am continuing this story. I want to thank everyone who was nice enough to vote and send feedback, both positive and negative. I have learned quite a bit from these. I hope that you enjoy Chapter 3, find it arousing and fun to read. Enjoy.


I woke the next morning to what felt like a light feather brushing my chest. I looked over, and there was Angie propped up on one elbow looking at me, rubbing my chest.

“Morning Jon.”

“Morning yourself hun.”

As the morning sunshine came through the window, it lit up the light brown skin of Angie’s face, and she looked as beautiful as Vanessa Williams. I reached up and softly stroked her cheek and chin. 

“Did anyone ever tell you that you are beautiful?” I asked her.

“Yes, you have told me that numerous times already, and I really appreciate it,” she told me in a light, soft voice. 

“You know, I have wanted you for a long time, and I think last night was the first night in our new lives together.”

Angie lay back in the crock of my arm, and continued to slowly massage my chest.

“I really enjoyed it also, but what will people think if they knew that we are together, and what we have done. We are in the south hun, and some twenty or so years back, mixed race couples were stoned and yelled at when seen.”

“I don’t give a damn what other’s think. I love you very much, and I don’t love you because of the color of your skin, but what you have on the inside. If these bigot’s can’t see that, then the hell with them.”

Angie rolled over and kissed me. “I love you too Jon Wright. You don’t judge people by what they look like, but by what they have in their heart and mind. That is what I like about you. Now, I need to get up and take a shower so I can get to work, want to join me?”

“Sure, but I need to empty my bladder first.”

“Let’s go then.” Angie got out of bed and walked to the bathroom not giving a damn that both of us were totally nude. 

As Angie used the bathroom, I went and got some coffee going. When I went to join her, she was already in the shower.

“Um, Ang, this is the only bathroom I have, and I need to piss.”

She looked around the curtain, and told me with a smile on her face, “Go right ahead, I’m not stopping you.”

Feeling kind of embarrassed to do it in front of her; I emptied my bladder and then joined Angie in the shower.

It was a tight fit, but we managed to soap each other up and wash. When we were done, Angie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I kissed back, and my hands started to roam up and down her back. I reached down, grabbed her ass cheeks, and squeezed. Moaning in my mouth, Angie pressed her body into mine, and ground her pelvis into my crotch. I knew that we had to get to work, but I wanted her one more time before we left. 

I picked Angie up and pinned her against the shower wall. She reached between us, and guided my hard cock into her wet love channel. When I was buried in her, she wrapped her legs around me, and I started to pump in and out. As many times that I had cum last night, I knew that it would be awhile before I could do it again. But, I started to piston in and out, hearing our wet skin slap against each other. Picking the tempo up a little more, Angie started to moan and talk dirty to me.

“Oh, oh, Jon, fuck me, fuck me hard, I want to feel you cum deep in me, fuck me.”

I started to pound into Angie harder, giving her all that I could. When I felt my cock swell, her pussy muscles grabbed hold of me, and I knew that the both of us were ready to blow. When Angie started to shudder and shake, she bit down on my shoulder as she went into her orgasm. I felt her pussy muscles grip me more, and then I slammed into her one last time as I let loose. 

When we both settled down, I felt my cock soften in her, but continued to pump in and out. 

“You know what,” I told her. “As much as we have done this over the past twelve hours, you might as well move in.” 

Looking at me with a frown on her face, Angie told me. “I will have to think about it. I am still worried about what people will think.”

“That’s fine. Take as long as you want, but tonight I want to take you out.”

We finally got out of the shower, toweled off, and got ready for our day.


I thought of Angie throughout the day. What would people think of us? I knew that there are extreme racist’s on both ends of the spectrum who frowned on mixed race relations, but would we make it in this messed up world. I knew that I would be happy with her, and I would want her to be happy also. The only thing that we could do, was to take it one day at a time, and when obstacles rose up, we would work though them together. Standing at 6’6”, I couldn’t think of very many things that would stand in my way. I was starting to feel wanted, and needed, for the first time in my life, and I was going to keep it that way.

When I got home that evening, I quickly took a shower and then left to pick up Angie. When I got to her place, she kissed me, and let me in.

For the evening, Angie decided to wear a button down blouse that was open enough to show a good amount of her DD’s. She also had on a knee length skirt, that wasn’t too revealing, but hugged her shapely legs and hips. This was unusual for her; because she normally wore lose fitting clothes.

“You look good tonight hun,” I commented to her as I walked in.

“Thank you kind sir. Let me get a few things and we can leave.”

Angie went into her bedroom, and a few minutes later, came back out with an over night bag. 

“Let’s go.”

“Planning on going somewhere tonight?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh, you never know.”

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