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The Adventures of Rhett and Scarlett- A Real Hustler
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"Hi again. This experience actually pre-dates Champagne Dreams but I thought I’d share. It’s rough but hope you enjoy... Like most couples, the first year or two of our relationship involved a lot of hot and regular sex, some of which could already be considered as hinting at our sexual future as we had experimented with lots roleplay and exhibitionism. However, things had tapered down and we both got distracted by the necessary, but more mundane aspects of life. While still very much in love, things got shuffled from a priority perspective with work and income becoming the dominant feature. So, after a couple of years of ‘vanilla’ activity, our first foray back into the more adventurous side of our sexuality came about innocently enough, and also very expectantly. As a gift, Scarlett had been given a massage voucher from a very reputable spa in a lovely and affluent Dublin coastal suburb, not too far from us. Like most vouchers, it was put in the press with the best intentions to use, but months later it was rediscovered and Scarlett decided not to let it go to waste. So, one weekend, she went and had this massage and the masseuse was male. Now, if you’re expecting this to be a ‘she got a fucking in the spa’ type memory, then you are going to be disappointed. It was just a massage, some upper thigh work with presumably inadvertent bumping, but that was it. However, the massage and the couple of incidents of bumps, made her think naughty thoughts and she told me about that evening, insisting that there was nothing obviously sexual about it. Yet, the thought of this guy, having accidently bump of her pubic region while giving her a massage stirred me and we ended up fucking more frequently. Often, we would talk about a sensual massage scenario (with me watching) and Scarlett was open to the concept, but the logistics of how to make this discreetly and safely happen in Dublin were unknown to us at that time. So, we parked it for a little while and resumed service as normal… that is until our holiday came round. We headed to Las Vegas for two whole weeks of 35 degree plus weather, a 5 star hotel, lots of drink, and play money. We’d discussed a couple of trips of the strippers, but not the massage concepts in any detail. However, the drinks, the day pool parties, the heat, and the clubs meant that we were having a blast and, as a supportive husband, I suggested that it might be the perfect place to explore our massage fantasy. After all, we would never see the lad again, we already had a hotel room at our disposal, and, fuck it, we were sin city after all! Scarlett was interested but said she would get to choose the lad, a professional, and that it was massage only. So I started the hunt and after a couple of days I found a guy called Bruno via a website called ‘Rear Cover’. Bruno, by his own classification, offered a sensual massage service to women with a clear nomination that there was no sex was offered. His picture –sans face- showed a guy in his early to mid-30’s with a big and muscular build. His name and picture conjured up an Italian Stallion / stripper type persona, which turned out to be exactly accurate. Fitting our profile, I called Bruno and to my comfort, he seemed like a normal guy. I asked about the possibility of watching the massage and he said that is wasn’t a problem nor was it a unusual request in his line of work. With everything appearing to be in order and with a nod for Scarlett, I booked him for later that evening." Oh, your Irish therapist was very very bold. "inadvertent" bumping doesn't happen inadvertently. Great story so far. Can't wait to hear more. | |||
"g.Oh, your Irish therapist was very very bold. "inadvertent" bumping doesn't happen inadvertently. Great story so far. Can't wait to hear more. " Really? Cheeky bastard but I don’t blame him to be fair. Actually kinda owe the lad a pint as it was the spark that kicked things off! I’ll get part 2 up later after we get the kids asleep! | |||
"Hi again. This experience actually pre-dates Champagne Dreams but I thought I’d share. It’s rough but hope you enjoy... Like most couples, the first year or two of our relationship involved a lot of hot and regular sex, some of which could already be considered as hinting at our sexual future as we had experimented with lots roleplay and exhibitionism. However, things had tapered down and we both got distracted by the necessary, but more mundane aspects of life. While still very much in love, things got shuffled from a priority perspective with work and income becoming the dominant feature. So, after a couple of years of ‘vanilla’ activity, our first foray back into the more adventurous side of our sexuality came about innocently enough, and also very expectantly. As a gift, Scarlett had been given a massage voucher from a very reputable spa in a lovely and affluent Dublin coastal suburb, not too far from us. Like most vouchers, it was put in the press with the best intentions to use, but months later it was rediscovered and Scarlett decided not to let it go to waste. So, one weekend, she went and had this massage and the masseuse was male. Now, if you’re expecting this to be a ‘she got a fucking in the spa’ type memory, then you are going to be disappointed. It was just a massage, some upper thigh work with presumably inadvertent bumping, but that was it. However, the massage and the couple of incidents of bumps, made her think naughty thoughts and she told me about that evening, insisting that there was nothing obviously sexual about it. Yet, the thought of this guy, having accidently bump of her pubic region while giving her a massage stirred me and we ended up fucking more frequently. Often, we would talk about a sensual massage scenario (with me watching) and Scarlett was open to the concept, but the logistics of how to make this discreetly and safely happen in Dublin were unknown to us at that time. So, we parked it for a little while and resumed service as normal… that is until our holiday came round. We headed to Las Vegas for two whole weeks of 35 degree plus weather, a 5 star hotel, lots of drink, and play money. We’d discussed a couple of trips of the strippers, but not the massage concepts in any detail. However, the drinks, the day pool parties, the heat, and the clubs meant that we were having a blast and, as a supportive husband, I suggested that it might be the perfect place to explore our massage fantasy. After all, we would never see the lad again, we already had a hotel room at our disposal, and, fuck it, we were sin city after all! Scarlett was interested but said she would get to choose the lad, a professional, and that it was massage only. So I started the hunt and after a couple of days I found a guy called Bruno via a website called ‘Rear Cover’. Bruno, by his own classification, offered a sensual massage service to women with a clear nomination that there was no sex was offered. His picture –sans face- showed a guy in his early to mid-30’s with a big and muscular build. His name and picture conjured up an Italian Stallion / stripper type persona, which turned out to be exactly accurate. Fitting our profile, I called Bruno and to my comfort, he seemed like a normal guy. I asked about the possibility of watching the massage and he said that is wasn’t a problem nor was it a unusual request in his line of work. With everything appearing to be in order and with a nod for Scarlett, I booked him for later that evening.Oh, your Irish therapist was very very bold. "inadvertent" bumping doesn't happen inadvertently. Great story so far. Can't wait to hear more. " Explain bumping please? | |||
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"Hi again. This experience actually pre-dates Champagne Dreams but I thought I’d share. It’s rough but hope you enjoy... Like most couples, the first year or two of our relationship involved a lot of hot and regular sex, some of which could already be considered as hinting at our sexual future as we had experimented with lots roleplay and exhibitionism. However, things had tapered down and we both got distracted by the necessary, but more mundane aspects of life. While still very much in love, things got shuffled from a priority perspective with work and income becoming the dominant feature. So, after a couple of years of ‘vanilla’ activity, our first foray back into the more adventurous side of our sexuality came about innocently enough, and also very expectantly. As a gift, Scarlett had been given a massage voucher from a very reputable spa in a lovely and affluent Dublin coastal suburb, not too far from us. Like most vouchers, it was put in the press with the best intentions to use, but months later it was rediscovered and Scarlett decided not to let it go to waste. So, one weekend, she went and had this massage and the masseuse was male. Now, if you’re expecting this to be a ‘she got a fucking in the spa’ type memory, then you are going to be disappointed. It was just a massage, some upper thigh work with presumably inadvertent bumping, but that was it. However, the massage and the couple of incidents of bumps, made her think naughty thoughts and she told me about that evening, insisting that there was nothing obviously sexual about it. Yet, the thought of this guy, having accidently bump of her pubic region while giving her a massage stirred me and we ended up fucking more frequently. Often, we would talk about a sensual massage scenario (with me watching) and Scarlett was open to the concept, but the logistics of how to make this discreetly and safely happen in Dublin were unknown to us at that time. So, we parked it for a little while and resumed service as normal… that is until our holiday came round. We headed to Las Vegas for two whole weeks of 35 degree plus weather, a 5 star hotel, lots of drink, and play money. We’d discussed a couple of trips of the strippers, but not the massage concepts in any detail. However, the drinks, the day pool parties, the heat, and the clubs meant that we were having a blast and, as a supportive husband, I suggested that it might be the perfect place to explore our massage fantasy. After all, we would never see the lad again, we already had a hotel room at our disposal, and, fuck it, we were sin city after all! Scarlett was interested but said she would get to choose the lad, a professional, and that it was massage only. So I started the hunt and after a couple of days I found a guy called Bruno via a website called ‘Rear Cover’. Bruno, by his own classification, offered a sensual massage service to women with a clear nomination that there was no sex was offered. His picture –sans face- showed a guy in his early to mid-30’s with a big and muscular build. His name and picture conjured up an Italian Stallion / stripper type persona, which turned out to be exactly accurate. Fitting our profile, I called Bruno and to my comfort, he seemed like a normal guy. I asked about the possibility of watching the massage and he said that is wasn’t a problem nor was it a unusual request in his line of work. With everything appearing to be in order and with a nod for Scarlett, I booked him for later that evening.Oh, your Irish therapist was very very bold. "inadvertent" bumping doesn't happen inadvertently. Great story so far. Can't wait to hear more. Explain bumping please? " The way that she explained it to me was non-direct contact. So, for example, if he was kneading her thighs with his finger then there was secondary contact with his palm or forearm. It was casual and didn’t linger at all - a little bump off her groin which would have be concealed by Lycra gym shorts | |||
"Great start! A bit of cheeky finger teasing on the more sensual regions, shall we say! Bit naughty but it got things started - love to hear more!! "Thanks very much, I’ll get the next part up now! | |||
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"Well-written and very sexy..." Thanks very much. There was a second session but it’ll take me a week or so to get it written down. | |||
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