Ally can't help herself

Ally gulps and steps forward.

"I took a few Physical Therapy classes in grad school. I'll try to be gentle, Sir" her voice wavering as she still holds her backpack protectively in front of what you guess is a raging hardon.

You lay your head down on your hands and close your eyes.

"Sounds great. Let's not waste time, Thanks Ally." You say and note a series of hushed whispers before Ally sits on the table bench. You hear her set the backpack on the ground before a long drawn out silence.

A pair of large, trembling, warm, feminine hands touch your calf and slowly start kneading your muscles. Even if you weren't deliberately trying to work these women into a froth this massage is worth it. Ally did know what she was doing as she carefully moved up your leg. There is a momentary pause when she gets halfway up your thigh.

"Keep going, it feels great." You encourage then the hands resume, this time darting gingerly between your legs, inches from your now hard cock. You are probably quite a sight, you think to yourself. The leggings you have on don't hide anything so your spread ass and erection are probably clear as day to the two women. The hands dodge around your hardness and start playing with your buttcheeks. You note that is certainly no longer massage and more wish fulfillment since Ally's hands are griping your flesh, pushing into your crack.

You let a soft moan escape your lips and Priscilla coughs.

"I, uh, am gonna look around, make sure the trail is clear. Yell if anything happens."

You raise your head and open one eye. From the look of it, Priscilla has a damp mark in her jeans stemming from her clearly visible 11" bulge. She is going to go masturbate. Definitely. You lay your head back down, closing your eye.

"Okay, just don't be long. Want to get back to it soon." You say. Priscilla speedily retreats up the trail.

Ally's hand have been frozen ever since you moaned. You wiggle your butt.

"You all done?" You ask in a chippy voice.

"Ah, uh, um, no sir, sorry sir, I just uh..." she stammers. You grin and push your butt up into the air, firmly against her hand.

"Don't stop then, what you are doing feels amazing." You say and return to your prone position.

Her hands resume groping your glutes and you let out a few more lewd groans. Ally's hands pause for a moment. You are about to try and encourage her again when you feel a couple of fingers snake between your cheeks and start gently circling your asshole through the leggings. Your moan this time is fully sincere and you shudder slightly. Ally stops.

"Uh, Sir?" She asks.

You don't open your eyes or move.

"Yes Ally?"

"I know that you have heightened pheromone production since you are a courtesan. I can't lie and say I am unaffected, sir. I think if I continue this massage I might not be able to stay professional during the hike. I am very sorry, sir."

You sit up and turn to see Ally, blushing bright red through her freckles and now her pants are visible strained against her large cock which is glued to her thigh. Her breath clinging in the air.

You hop down to sit next to Ally and place a hand on her leg.

"No sweat, I mean, did Priscilla tell you I already helped her out today?" You watch the revelation hit Ally like a sunrise.

"What? You? And her? Did... things?" She sputters incredulously.

"Yup, just one thing really, she was suffering from spending all day cooped up with me so I gave her a hand. Well more like two hands but she didn't complain." You smile at the flummoxed ginger who is now grinding her thighs together.