Massage fantasy
It starts like this: I come to you. Either you have a hotel room or they come to your house. Does not matter. You have oil that you’ve heated in hot water in the bathroom sink, so you’re ready when I get there. You knock, you open the door and the lights go out. Or they are reduced. You blindfold me and take me to the room. The lights are on now and I’m blindfolded but I can feel their heat on my face. I am vulnerable and completely yours.
Your hands stroke up and down my body, removing my clothes until I stand naked in front of you. Stay fully clothed. You take me to a wall and make me lean against it, and with my hands against it, and spread my legs. I’m like something you found at an auction and want to check me out. There are no kisses. This is not romantic, this is you checking your property.
Maybe you rub your hand along the soft skin on my arms or my belly. Maybe you inhale the scent of my shampoo, or let a hot breath caress my shoulder. But you definitely put your hand between my thighs and see my pussy. Maybe run a finger or two along the slit. Maybe push a finger or two in to gauge my tightness. You may or may not speak. I don’t say much. I’m blindfolded, naked, with a fully clothed woman examining me.
I am completely natural – armpits, legs, pussy. I don’t shave. Maybe you like this, maybe you decide you want me to shave my pussy while I’m there. Up to you. You lead me to the bed and lay me on my stomach. Head and arms on a pillow, legs spread wide. You still don’t say anything. I feel the hot oil dripping down my body and then I feel you start to rub me. ALL of me: neck, shoulders, arms, fingers, back, bottom, thighs, legs, soles…my whole body. And you turn around, paying more attention to my thighs and bottom. A LOT of extra attention. But for now you’re completely ignoring my pussy. Or, if you do touch her somehow, it’s light caresses that leave me frustrated and pushing myself against you, but my thighs are still spread wide and I’m completely exposed to you.
After a while you make me come back. I spread my legs wide again so that I am fully exposed. The massage resumes: neck, shoulders, chest, breasts, arms, abdomen, thighs, legs, soles, everything. But you still pay far more attention to my thighs than my breasts.
Maybe you decided to shave me. Now you do. I hear the water filling a bowl in the bathroom and I’m waiting for you. You can start by cutting a section of hair with scissors or an electric shaver. You then massage the shaving cream onto my mound and begin to pull my pussy hair away…leaving me even more exposed. Or maybe you don’t shave me.
Once the rest of the massage is done, he pours the heated oil onto my pussy, letting it drip through my hair into my slit. You massage my mound, the creases of my thighs, you massage my lips and even my anus. Your fingers slide past my clit, but you won’t let me orgasm right away. You slide a pillow under my ass so my pussy is propped up higher and start massaging me around the hole, then inside. A finger. Two fingers. You find my G spot and slide your fingers in and out. Then you find my clit. Teasing lightly. Nothing harsh. I’m so ready to cum and yet you make this first orgasm last forever. Don’t let it happen right away.
Maybe you stop.
Pour more oil.
Or you clean me and use your mouth a little. But you make me wait for the first one. And when will it finally happen? You give me a few minutes to come back down, not to tremble, the whole time you keep two fingers inside me. Connected with me. And when they’re finally far enough away, you start again. Fingers on either side of my clit, gently caressing… This goes on for hours. You want to see how long you can make me last. How many times can you bring me to orgasm?
You want to see how long I can take it.
I want to see that too.
