When She became He

She asked me what I did as she lightly ran her fingers up and down my back, her voice soft, soothing and then an equally easy to take scent as she told me to relax. I did, so much so I nearly drifted off, the scents, the music, they were just little add-ons to the feel of her hands. It was a deep massage but not one that would hurt. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift.

It must have drifted a fair distance. I felt her softly shake my shoulder and ask me to turn over, I smiled a silly smile and told her I couldn't. I was so comfortable. A gentle hand rested on my bum and pushed, I rolled, my hand caught under her skirt and lifted it as I rolled away from her. My arm was useless until I got my shoulder a little higher, her dress came with my arm until.............., A COCK.

"She" had a cock. It was funny, I think, I had reached balance point and flopped onto my side. "Her" cock was stiff enough to hold the dress and the head poked out a little, inches from my bald pussy, "she" had moved closer to the table to help me turn. I watched as "she" blushed and tried to cover it with her dress, that wasn't going to work, "she" was getting harder. I must admit I was paying close attention as "she" lifted "her" dress and tried to tuck it back into her panties. That wasn't going to work either. I was looking at a nice hard cock.

"Don't you think you would be more comfortable if you took your panties off?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"I usually do, but only after the second or third time with a client, I'm sorry but while I was doing your back you......, you were leaking, I got a little carried away, I'm really sorry"

"Stop saying sorry and strip off, you do do naked massage's, after all I'm naked", I realized I was naked, no towel anywhere, then I realized I was more than naked. One leg bent and raised, the other flat, had opened my slit, I was leaking I was so wet. Her cock was still very close.