Jasmine Harman a place in the gunge

Jasmine Harman a place in the gunge

Jasmine Harman was a presenter of a show called a Place in the sun. It was part of her job to go on holidays. That is one of the major reasons that she loved her job so much. She got to travel to amazing places and get paid for it. This time she was on holiday on her own though. She booked in for a special massage. It was in a faraway country. She knew that she would have to go along with their traditions and customs. There was no one there that she knew anyway, so she had no reason to feel self-conscious. She could just throw caution to the wind and do exactly what she liked. She was going to have a fantastic time. 

She entered the private massage room. She knew that this was going to be one of the most relaxing things that she had ever done. She was really looking forward to this. The attendant began to exit the room. He asked her to please undress and lay down on her chest on the massage table. The masseuse would be in shortly to attend to her. He asked her to please relax. She was a little embarrassed and anxious, but thought to herself that no one knew her hear so she had nothing to fear. She slowly pulled down her swimsuit. She pulled it down her body and down her legs. She dropped it to her ankles and then stepped out of it. She lay a towel onto the massage table and then got herself into position, laying on her stomach on the massage table. She wrapped the towel around her body. She closed her eyes and began to relax. She waited for the specialist to arrive.

After a few short minutes the expert arrived. He looked down at her and smiled. “Don’t be nervous,” he said in a soft, reassuring deep accent. “ I am going to treat you to a very special treatment that is used only in this part of the world. You will love it. It will be nothing like you have ever experienced before,” he said.  He turned on some relaxing music. He placed his hand on her back and began to rub and massage as normal. She could feel his hands on her tense flesh. She closed her eyes and allowed him to massage.

He then went into a cupboard on the far side of the room. He produced a small container. She thought that it must have contained massage oils or something of that nature. “Please close your eyes and allow me to do my work,” he said. He then opened the back of her towel gently. She did not protest. 

She let out a moan as he began to slowly pour the contents of the container onto her back. The container did not contain oils or anything of that sort. Instead, it was filled with light blue gunge. It was not warm as she had expected it might be. It was cold and soft. Smooth to the touch, he poured it over her back then down her body, down the backs of her legs. The messy gunge coated her back and began to make its way down the natural curves and crevices of her form. It pooled in the recesses of her body and began to collect under her body as well. Her legs wiggled a little. He poured the gunge over her posterior as well. He then placed his hands onto her back and tenderly began to massage her messy back in the gunge. He kneaded and squeezed her tense body, using the gunge as a sort of make shift lubricant. He moved his hands down her body sensually, massaging her legs and backside as he made his way downwards. The combination of the gunge and his hands against her bare flesh was one that was overwhelmingly sensual, whether it was intended to be or not. She purred with some satisfaction at the sensual feeling that she was experiencing. It sent chills down her spine and goose bumps all over her body. She had not expected this, but she was certainly enjoying what she was currently experiencing.

He went over and produced another small container. This one container a decent amount of honey. He took a Popsicle stick and dipped it into the pot of honey. He then used it to disperse the honey up and down the body of the undressed tv presenter. It was a thick deep orange colour. He sensually used the stick to spread the honey onto her body as if he was applying waxing substances, up and down her legs and back. It was sticky and sloppy. She bit her lip as she felt it being applied to her body. Again, he dipped his hands into the sticky mess that he had just applied to her body and began to sensually massage it in all over her with his powerful hands. The honey stuck everywhere it went, dripping downwards, over her body and down off of the table and onto the floor beneath.

Next he produced a tub of whipped cream. He popped open the lid. It was overflowing with creamy whipped cream. He turned it over above her back and allowed as much of it to fall out onto her as he could. He then stuck his hand inside and pulled out the remainder of it. He then rubbed it onto her body, smearing it all over as he went. He then used both hands to smear the whipped cream up and down the length of her body. It felt lovely on her body. She licked her lips feeling the pleasure that he was expunging all over her person.

He then walked over and found a number of delicious, delectable looking pies of various types. Coconut cream, cherry, banana cream and pumpkin and cream pies were among the ones that he uncovered for use. He took the coconut cream and cherry pies first. He lifted them in the air. He smashed them downwards onto her body. He pushed them down as hard as he could. He pushed them around. She nearly jumped up as she felt the impact. He smushed them down, keeping his hands there for awhile. He then took the next two pies and plopped them down onto her body. He smeared them round and round on her body, covering her in the pies. He then peeled the pie tins away, leaving the remainder of the pies all over her body.

Finally, he took out a large container of Greek yoghurt. He tipped the pot over onto her body. He poured it over her face and head. It covered her hair and plopped down onto her face. He then spread the rest across her body. The smell of the Greek yoghurt filled the air. It was a pungent odour that was unmistakable in its nature. When the yoghurt had been emptied, the masseuse placed his hands back on her body. He continued to massage Jasmine’s naked, messy body. It felt devine. She was loving how this felt. He spent ages rubbing and caressing her sexy body. She began to moan in pleasure. He encouraged her to embrace the pleasure that she was experiencing.

She turned over and allowed him to massage her front. He moved her hands up and down her body. She allowed him to massage her breasts and private parts in the mess. He drove her towards ecstasy. Her pleasure built and built until she finally gave way to pleasure, exploding in a fury of orgasmic ecstasy. It was a day she would never forget. Although, it would never appear on one of the travel shows, it was something that she would recommend to all of her closest friends. It was a five star experience in her opinion.