Late Night Massage: Excited for Hector

As I finish my work at the office, Hector’s text comes in.

My heart beats a smidgeon faster in my chest as I open up the text, curious about what he’s sent. Since Hector is one of my lovers, I hope his text invites me over to his place. And, upon opening the text, that is what I get. “Late night massage?” he asks, with a few emojis afterwards.

I haven’t even left my office yet, and already I’m growing aroused at the thought of meeting him tonight. I send him a reply with a kiss emoji, and let him know I’m leaving my work now.

I’m so excited as I imagine seeing him. Hector is always a sweetheart, making sure I’m well taken care of and brightening my day. I leave my office and head to my Tahoe, climbing in and sending him a quick top-down selfie of me buckled up.

“I cannot wait to feel your hands instead of the seat belt,” I type to him, smiling. It’s true, though. He has great hands, big, strong ones that always hold me gently. Arousal pools in my gut as I imagine how the date night will go.

Fortunately, the drive doesn’t take too long. Yet I’m too focused on the promise of Hector’s hands embracing my body to notice the time. I could use a late night massage, I think to myself. And a whole lot more of Hector’s touches and embrace.

I pull into his driveway and practically run to his door with how much I want to see him.

Luckily, I don’t wait at his front door long. In fact, as soon as I knock, the door opens and Hector pulls me into a kiss. “You got here quick,” he comments.

Parting from the kiss, I remind him he promised me a late night massage.

In fact, Hector really isn’t good at massages. But he explores and worships my skin with such enthusiasm that I can’t say no. We press our lips together, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I stroke his tongue with mine, my hands trailing on the hem of his shirt.

Before long, Hector has me naked in bed, face down. However, he’s standing up, coating his hands in oil. I shiver, either from the cold or from awaiting his warm hands on me, I’m not sure. To take my mind off of the cold, I breathe deeply into his blankets, relishing in his scent.

My thighs feel wetter than his hands right now, and I’m loving the intimate experience.

Soon, Hector steps behind me and bends over, his hands running up and down my back. I let out a moan as his hands spark heat in their wake. More than anything, he’s worshipping my skin as he rubs and strokes, gliding his palms over my back.

“Front,” he tells me, and I turn over. Though he hasn’t touched my butt, I can see why. This late-night massage has him hard, and he might burst. I smile at him and lean up, pulling him into another kiss. I pull away and lean up towards his ear, my arms embracing his naked shoulders.

“We can do the massage after sex,” I assure him.

Immediately, his pants fall to the floor.

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