A deep massage

I know I should stop, I let my hands wander too far up. I shouldn’t be so high I know, but I can’t stop. The closeness of your body, your heavily breathing, and the smooth soft feel of your skin over takes me. My hands caressing more urgently, and I watch as your legs part a little for me.
I can’t let myself go any farther as I slowly pull my hands back, sliding the sheet down and almost hear you moan in disappointment. I realise I am growing hard too late as I lift the sheet up towards me so that you can roll over in privacy. Realising too late as I see you notice how hard I have gotten.

“Any pain or tightness in the front I should focus on this afternoon?” I ask as I walk back to the end of the table. Catching a small smile on your lips as you tell me how sore your legs have been this weekend. My heart pounding in my chest as I know I am treading on dangerous ground, my hands exposing your legs up to your knees. I take less time than usual on your feet, my fingers almost racing back up your legs. My cock growing as I remember the heat from your pussy just out of my reach. I pull the sheet up to your upper thighs as I start to work more oil into your quad, starting below the knee with each leg.