Not for cycling, and not for playing upstairs either.

So we stayed inside to chat and drink coffee.

After chatting about all sorts of things for a while, he got up and unzipped my cycling jersey.

"Oh, you're wearing something underneath?"

I looked at him in surprise.

"My thermal shirt, yes."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Well, you mentioned a massage, right?"

While he went downstairs to the bathroom, I quickly went upstairs and changed.

Today in black and white, with black high socks and a cute jockstrap.

Rick came into the bedroom naked.

It was still a bit chilly, so we snuggled under the covers. I snuggled up to him and caressed him, deliberately avoiding his delicious cock.

After a while, I gave him a wonderful massage.

Rich lay on his stomach, and I massaged him.

According to him, the masseur should match the person being massaged. In other words, jockstrap off.

No sooner said than done.

I take off my panties and crawl back onto Rick.

I sit on his thighs and massage his back. My cock presses against his delicious buttocks every time I move my hands up.

After his back, it's his buttocks' turn, then his legs and lower legs.

Then Rick turns onto his back. I crawl between his legs and massage them. His dry skin immediately absorbs the oil. I hear my hands moving over his body.

Everything gets my attention except his cock.

I pump oil into my hand and rub it warm. Then I spread it over his cock, calmly following my usual routine.

He's growing a bit, but my goal is more pleasure than climax.

So I hold back.

Then he rises and strokes my cock, and I grow under his attention.

His own cock is suddenly rock hard.

We caress each other.

I slide next to him, take his rock-hard cock in my mouth, and give him a delicious blowjob. He rubs my semi-hard cock.

Rick is soon on his hands and knees, and I try, but unfortunately, I lose focus.

"Come all over my ass then." I'm already half limp. Waves of warm cum flow from my limp cock onto his ass.

I wipe him clean and start milking him deliciously.

Suddenly, he starts moving and thrusts into my hand, breathing heavily, and then I feel a warm glow flowing over my hands.

"Oh, you're already here," I joke. I play with him a little longer, then catch my breath and get back into my clothes. It's time for lunch.