4 hand massage?
I love a good massage. It’s a chance for my body and brain to relax and unwind. No thinking, no planning, just being in the moment. The cool air and warm hands glide over my skin. Soothing rhythmic music dances softly from the speakers. Floral oil scents waft around me. A fully sensory experience, a personal indulgence, a not-so-guilty pleasure.
Robin is my regular masseuse. He has good hands and a sixth sense for finding the knots in my shoulders and lower back. It works its magic about once a month, keeping my doubts to a minimum. Her massage suite is in a classic Victorian building converted into offices which adds to the atmosphere. I usually get my massages after work, so the other tenants have long since left.
My boyfriend Brian has always been curious about massage. She has met Robin a few times but has yet to sign up for a massage. He has great hands: strong manly hands that rub me right. Shoulder and back rubs are the perfect therapy after a stressful day at work. And his more intimate massages of my breasts, thighs and lady parts are enjoyable. I love to feel his hands on my skin—anywhere on my skin.
Last week’s massage was the best. I drove to Robin’s apartment after work. The cold winter evening was clear and clear. The front door creaked open and warm dry heat greeted me. Robin pulled me from her door:
– Jennifer, is that you?
– It’s me, dead from the cold! I replied, untying my scarf and removing my gloves.
As I made my way to the reception area, Robin was selecting some CDs and pulling out the massage oils.
– What perfume do you want tonight? she asked.
– Hmmmm, let’s try tuberose, something exotic.
“Good choice, a little tropical inspiration for this winter night,” said Robin.
– I just took the sheets out of the dryer so they are very warm. Get in there and enjoy the heat while you can. I’ll knock in a few minutes and we’ll get started.
The idea of warm flannel sheets was too good to resist. The large massage room was dimly lit with small lamps and candles. After closing the door, I quickly undressed and slipped naked between layers of flannel.
– Ahhhhhh.
Heat seeped into my skin. The frosty evening and the real world were a vague memory as I unfolded.
I have no idea how long it was before Robin knocked on the door. My mind floated quietly in the dark room. She turned on the music so it could be heard softly in the background. Something vaguely Celtic and very rhythmic. I thought I would fall asleep in no time.
Robin slowly peeled off the top sheet from my waist, revealing my shoulders and back. The air in the room was a cool contrast to the heated sheet. I heard her walking beside me. He placed his warm, oiled hands on my back and slowly slid them up and down. My back muscles slowly warmed up and relaxed. As Robin worked up and down my spine, I drifted into a peaceful state of sleep. I vaguely remembered her walking over to the head of the table to start working on my shoulders.
The knots there began to unravel as Robin excused himself for a moment. I’m not sure what he said I was busy being semi-conscious. A little later, I heard the door quietly open and close. My mentally drowsy status returned quickly, as did the warm hands on my shoulders. They felt good and I slipped back into the sensations of the massage.
Hands stretched across my back from my shoulders to my waist. Gliding with a layer of tuberose oil, they went over my ribs and back down to my neck. Up and down. Up and down. Some movements went under the edge of the sheet, stopping at my lower back. Others sank along my sides, shaking the swells of my breasts. “That’s nice,” was all I could think.
After a few more minutes of back relaxation massage, I felt the sheet folded from my feet to the tops of my thighs. The material was now reduced to a small rectangle that covered my bottom. My feet were warm, the air was cold, but Robin’s hands would soon rub against them, warming them as she worked.
Starting at my ankle, he pressed his hands up the back of my calf and down again. Both legs at the same time and then individually. She bent each leg at the knee, massaging the calves again. Each time he put his hand under my knee as he spread my leg, gently moving each one to the edge of the table. I really didn’t understand at the time; I was enjoying the moment.
Her hands moved to my thighs. Again, the blows went from the knees to the bottom – strong and firm movements. I guess since I sit a lot my bottom needs a good massage. I have to admit it always felt good to have Robin massage my bottom. I knew this was coming.
As I anticipated the ass massage, I didn’t fully notice the hand moving closer and closer to my pussy until the fingers were teasing my lips. My cloud of relaxation disappeared and I wondered what was going on. Robin had always been very professional. But then the clues flashed together in my head: he only covered my bottom with the sheet, not the half of my body he wasn’t working on. He pushed my knees apart as he massaged my calves. He got close enough to feel my pussy.
I raised my head and said:
– Robin? in a tone of “what’s going on?”
No answer. I turned and looked over my shoulder. There was my sexy boyfriend Brian. Hands lightly greased with an evil grin on his face. And it was empty.
– You’re not Robin! I stammered. Amused and immediately awake, I laid back on the table. I wanted to enjoy every minute of Brian’s sexy surprise.
-You’re right, I’m not, he teased me as he worked my thighs and ass.
– Robin went home… it’s just you and me and the oil and the table.
He removed the sheet from my bottom and caressed me playfully.
– You won’t need this anymore… I like your ass too much to hide it.
His hands massaged me in earnest now, kneading and spreading with his fingers. I thought I’d give him a little help and rolled my thighs further. We both knew he wouldn’t resist the chance to put his finger in my pussy.
Brian ran his hands over my ass and thighs, each time sliding his thumbs over my lips. My clit throbbed on the table; and my nipples were hard.
– Come on, I begged. On to the good stuff.
– Oh, isn’t that good? he wondered aloud as he slid his fingers between my pussy lips for the first time.
My lips wrapped around them. His fingers were warm and thick, squirming inside me.
– This is very good, I moaned.
He massaged me more with his fingers and I squirted more. Brian was making me wet and horny. I wanted more.
As he massaged my pussy with his fingers, Brian kissed my spine up to my neck. As he did so he whispered:
– Are you ready to go back? I want to put my hand on the other side.
That was an offer I couldn’t refuse, even though he was teasing my clit. I pushed my elbows up as I wrapped my pussy around his fingers, holding them as long as possible.
I turned to Brian and rested on my right hip. The penis came out towards me and I reached out to caress it. As I pumped his fat shaft, he leaned down and kissed me. His tongue teased my mouth as my hand lingered on his large cock. Mmmmmm…
Brian pressed my shoulder back so I was face up on the table. Of course, that also means boobs up and pussy up on the table.
– You have great breasts, he murmured.
He took the cups in his hands, watching them pour over his fingers. It shook them. He touched my nipples with his thumb. His hungry mouth nibbled and sucked and licked each one again and again. When he touched my nipple, my clit tingled.
As he kissed my breasts, his hand returned to my pussy. Over my soft belly, swirling around my navel, sliding over my bare mound. Soon his fingers were at home again between my pussy lips. I arched my back to put more of my breasts in his mouth and pressed his hand to my pussy with mine. Together we bumped against my clit and rubbed my wet lips together. I could hear the juicy wetness that his surprise had awakened.
– Mmmm Brian, I purred. I want your penis.
– My big hot penis? he growled.
– Yes, your big, thick cock, I breathed through my teeth.
His mouth and hand were driving me crazy and his cock was pushing me to the limit.
– Patience, my dear, he chuckled.
– Ohhhhh… I whimpered. I don’t want to be patient.
– Then take my penis, he instructed me.
He went to my shoulder. His thick juicy cock was only inches away. I turned right to him. My hand was drawn to his cock like a magnet and I wrapped my fist around him. Slipping into my hand, his thick shaft was covered by his incredible head.
Brian’s cock was in my mouth, pumping and pulling, rocking and drawing. His semen dripped onto my tongue. I licked him and took his stiff cock in my mouth with a thud. Watching and listening while his cock is in my mouth makes Brian even more turned on.
– Do you like to see and hear me suck your cock? I muttered, my mouth full.
His cock jerked in my mouth as he moaned:
– Yes.
My breath came out in an “ohhhhhhhhh” as I climaxed. I also heard a “grrrrrrr” and then Brian ejaculated. It gushed into my mouth, hot and thick.
– Sexy and sneaky man, I teased Brian. how did you do that
Brian’s hands massaged my ass as he kissed me again.
– Simple, he murmured. I called Robin and asked her if she wanted the evening off. And he wanted to.
I slapped his bottom playfully and kissed him.
