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I was born with an ear for music. Even after football practice derailed my formal flute lessons, I learned a couple of new pieces every year. By the time I turned seventeen, I had a self-taught repertoire ranging from gospel to jazz. So, when an evangelical Korean family rented a Summer cottage near ours, my dear Mother volunteered my services as an unpaid music tutor. Su-Yun was about my age, and would have been a knockout if she weren’t so painfully shy. I spent two-hours a week teaching Su-Yun breathing, intonation and dynamics with her Korean Mother always hovering in the next room. In early August, I arrived to find the Korean Mother’s car missing. As it turned out, she had called to cancel the lesson (no proper chaperone), but my Mother neglected to tell me. When I knocked, Su-Yun answered looking a little confused. After a moment’s hesitation, she invited me inside. “Follow me,” she said leading me by the hand down a narrow flight of stairs. The basement had been set up for some kind of physical therapy with a massage table and some simple exercise machines. “No flute lesson today. So, I give you present,” Su-Yun told me, pointing to the massage table. “My thank you for helping me.” I said it wasn’t necessary, but Su-Yun was adamant. “I go out, you take off everything but underwear and get under sheet,” she instructed. “I study sports massage. You will not be disappointed.” A couple minutes later, I was stretched out on fresh towels with a thin sheet Sex hikayeleri covering my back and my brief-clad ass. “I’m ready, Su-Yun,” I called. To my surprise, she didn’t touch my skin directly, but massaged my neck and back and legs through the cotton fabric. She wasn’t exaggerating, her touch was firm and confident. There was an elusive quality to her technique, a kind of soft intimacy that I’d never experienced before during a massage. It was as if through the skillful use of her hands, Su-Yun had found a way to fully express herself. She began with my neck and shoulders and gradually worked her way toward my feet. The way she kneaded the sore muscles of my upper back was so relaxing that I must have drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, it was because she was firmly squeezing and pressing my glutes. Apparently, she wasn’t happy with something, since she stopped and told me, “Too much material. Remove underwear.” In a fluid motion she reached under the sheet and her fingers found the elastic waist band. “Lift hips,” she instructed, patting my butt for emphasis. Somehow she slid my briefs over my hips and down my legs with her hands barely grazing my skin. Su-Yun nonchalantly tossed them on the pile with the rest of my clothes, repositioned the sheet, and returned to work. I hadn’t realized how tense my glutes had become, and her hands did wonders to relax them. Soon I was drifting off to sleep again while she worked on my thighs and Sikiş hikayeleri knees. A new sensation brought me back to consciousness. Su-Yun was massaging my feet, pulling on each toe, one at a time, and squeezing pressure points I had no idea even existed. She used a perfectly placed knuckle to send a bolt of pain through my foot that gave way to an intense sensation of warm relaxation. After stretching my Achilles tendons and hamstrings, she spread my legs as wide as the table would allow, and began working up my legs, this time with feather light touches. Su-Yun had already reached my upper calf, when I realized that she was no longer massaging me through the sheet. Rather her fingertips were directly caressing my skin. And call me crazy, but I swear she was deliberately trying to arouse me. As she reached my thighs, I sensed the first stirrings of excitement between my legs, and was thankful that my cock was pointing downward, so if I did develop a full-blown erection, it at least would not become uncomfortably trapped between my stomach and the tabletop. With her hands under the sheet, Su-Yun was working higher and higher along the inside of my thigh and my balls began to tingle in anticipation of being touched. But, of course, she wouldn’t do that. But then she did. The first time it was so slight as to be entirely accidental. When I didn’t, complain, on the next upstroke, it happened again. Only this time the contact was firmer Erotik hikaye and lingered a faction of a second longer. It went on like that for stroke after excruciatingly arousing stroke. At first, I tried to stifle my moans, but as her fingers began to actually reach along both sides of my balls and squeeze softly, I exhaled with a deep sigh of satisfaction.Su-Yun responded by focusing her touches exclusively on the ultra-sensitive skin of my testicles and perineum, with the entirely predictable side effect of producing a raging hard on. Which meant that yet another erogenous zone, my cock head this time, was within range of her talented fingertips. She began to alternate between rolling my balls with gently vibrating fingertips, and swirling her fingers over every exposed millimeter of my cock. My sighs were merging into long, loud groans and my breathing was coming in shallow bursts. I hadn’t exactly lusted after Su-Yun that Summer. But there may have been times that she featured in my masturbatory fantasies as I visualized how her small, but perfectly proportioned body might look like without clothes. Once or twice, I may even have imagined her tiny, virginal fingers caressing my cock and balls. That it really was happening, that this beautiful Asian girl was stroking me with such a practiced, erotic touch, was now exciting me beyond the power of any fantasy. Somewhere in the distance I heard Su-Yun’s voice. “Lift hips,” she was saying for the third of fourth time, removing her fingers from between my legs long enough to press upward on my hip bone. I followed her instructions, pulling my knees closer for support until I felt my cock lift entirely off the table top, hanging free in the gap created by my elevated butt.
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