A massage

With a smile, I hold out my empty glass. "I think I could do with some more wine, actually."

Nodding, Rico says "Sure."

He then walks out of the room, so I slip out of my dress. When he comes back, he gawks at me for a second, to which I say "Never seen a woman naked before?"

"Heh... Just wasn't expecting it just yet."

"Isn't that what we here for?"

"I suppose it is."

He hands me my glass, for which I thank him. After a sip, I say "How about you rub my legs now?"

"Your wish is my command."

Rico goes down on his knees and begins rubbing my legs. As he does so, I coo "Oh how I wish my husband would touch me like this."

If my words affected Rico in any way, he didn't show it. That's good, as there will be plenty of that sort of talk in this line of work. I continue to indulge in my wine and his hands as they glide up to my thighs. Fuck, all I want to do is tell him to touch me there, but have to maintain control. At least it's be **** for him as well, judging by the look in his eyes.

I gulp down the last of my wine before saying "Now, how about you rub my back?"

"Gladly."

Again, any sign of discomfort is absent from Rico. Instead, he stands up, putting that big hard dick of his right in front of his face. I'm half tempted to get on my back and let him get to work, but not yet. As he walks around, I try to tell myself that all this wait will be worth it. Once he's behind me, he puts his strong hands on my shoulders and begins rubbing.

"Mhmm... That's what I needed." I coo.

"Glad I can be of help, Amelia."

I look back at him. "You know, I don't think I've kissed you yet."

"We can change that if you want?"

"Please."

He leans over so I go in for the kiss. His lips are perfectly soft and we exchange kiss after kiss. Fuck... I can't take it anymore. Not when I'm alone and naked with this Hispanic hunk. I need him more than anything. His barrage of kisses keeps interrupting me, until he takes the hint, allowing me to say the words I am **** to speak: "Take me Rico."