Dinner and a massage
He gently stroked my hair and face, letting me rest for about fifteen minutes. I told him:
– It was incredible, you are a wonderful teacher. I think I have a plan for your massage and I can’t wait for it to happen.
Bob said:
– You can’t imagine how much I enjoyed massaging you, but there’s one more thing, you have to tip your therapist.
With that, Bob slid me to the end of the table and pulled my legs up over his shoulders, giving a wide open thrust to my pussy.
I looked at him and said:
– I guess you’re going to pull it for me.
He said:
– Of course I will.
– Happy Birthday!
The next morning Bob and I were sitting outside on our patio enjoying a beautiful sunny morning and a cup of coffee. It was Saturday and I had no plans for the day. Normally, I’d put on a long cotton robe to sit for coffee, but today felt a little different. Instead I chose a short white satin robe. It’s one that Bob got me a long time ago that I hardly ever wear. With nothing below him, Bob would have an extraordinary view of what he wanted to see. He came out in a pair of silk boxers that hid no secret, there was no doubt, he loved seeing me in my robe.
I said to Bob:
– Thanks for dinner and the lesson last night, you took massage to a whole new level for me. Clearly, a massage can be much more than just rubbing yourself with oil. I was missing the part about intimacy and anticipation.
– Anticipation? asked Bob.
– Yes, that’s how you were teasing me, I answered. Your hands felt so strong as they slid down my back, when you reached my ass, your grip on my buttocks was amazing. You squeezed and rubbed my ass deep, a hand slipped between my buttocks and I expected it to slide over my ass but you pulled away.
Bob just sat there with a shitty grin on his face.
I continued:
– You must have teased me like this at least twenty times and you of all people know how much I love anal attention, when you finally touched my anus I was in heaven.
Bob said:
– You can’t imagine how happy it makes me to know that you liked it as much as I did, obviously.”
I smiled at him and leaned in to give him a kiss.
He continued:
– I’ve always loved getting a massage at a spa. It feels great and I come out completely relaxed. I’ll admit on a few occasions I’ve had some tingling in the groin area, but I’ve never had an erection. Not to mention the tip was always in cash.
I’m not sure I completely believe that, but I’ll take his word for it.
He continued:
– The difference with you as my masseuse is the emotional and sexual connection. Not to mention that you can massage those special places that the professional does not touch. Not to mention the bonus that my personal masseuse is dressed in a special way.
I said:
– I’d be happy to return the favor tonight, but I think I’ll take advantage of that anticipation factor and make you wait until Friday night.
He smiled and said:
– I can handle that.
I’ll admit, I’m excited that I got him the massage table for his birthday and I expect it to be used. I paid close attention to how she performed my massage and did some research on my own, the internet is a wonderful thing.
The room where the massage table is located is an additional room, we don’t have children, so we can almost always leave it installed. I went out and got several candles and some different massage oils and lotions. I asked Bob how he heated the massage oil, he said, he just put it in hot water. I decided to go to the next step andI’m warming up.
I wanted to make the room a little more romantic, so I changed some lights and got a better music selection. Now the room was perfect.
My next step was to discover my outfit. Of course, I could go naked, which works just fine for me, and I doubt Bob would mind. But I wanted to do something more, after all it was his birthday and I got the massage.
I started with a red thong and covered it with a pair of garter belts that didn’t have much fabric. With a pair of stockings and my legs will be sexy. Above, I have a white V-neck tee that is cut so that it hangs just below my breasts. When I move, it rises up and shows a lot of cleavage from the bottom. I didn’t do much to hide my nipples, but that was the intention. This outfit will work for the anticipation factor. I’m starting to look like a sexy little minx and I’ll be able to remove another piece of clothing as the evening progresses, finally leaving me bare when I get the tip.
Next, I had to decide what was for dinner on Friday night. I’m thinking it might be a simple pizza. As you know from the first part of my story, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I think I’ll get the pizza and answer the door in my outfit. Bob will offer to walk out the door, but he’ll be much more interested when I step up to put on a little show for a lucky delivery person. Not to mention Bob and I will both get away with the display.
Friday evening he came tofinally. Bob gets home in about an hour and I’m almost ready for action. I finish my makeup and I’m ready to go.
Bob came in through the garage and I met him in the kitchen. We shared a very wet kiss and he commented:
– Look, is there a special occasion? Oh I remember, won’t you give me a massage tonight?
– Yes, as you forgot, I answered.
He said:
– No baby, I haven’t forgotten, this has been the longest week in history and I thought today would never end. I thought to be with you continuously. My poor penis was stiff longer than it was soft.
I very sarcastically replied:
– Sorry to hear that, I’m not sure what I can do to help this condition, any ideas?
– You could get down on your knees right now and suck it for me.
– I could.
I reached down and unzipped his pants letting his cock fall out. I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth to the base of his penis. I pumped his cock for about twenty seconds and let it fall out of my mouth.
– It’s all about anticipation. Now go take a shower and I left some clothes on the bed for you.
Fifteen minutes later he came down bare-chested, dressed in white linen trousers. I love these pants because in the right light you have a really nice view of the contents and they fit perfectly.
I told him:
– You are sexy and I see you have a little surprise for me.
He said:
– Yes, I did. It is indeed for my benefit; the massage will feel amazing, but i also know how much you like your smooth penis.
I gave him a drink and said:
– Yes, I like it smooth.
Bob shaved his chest, abs, back and butt, he looked damn awesome. Now, I’m sick with anticipation.
I told Bob that I had ordered a pizza for dinner and that it should arrive soon. We killed the next five minutes in a very heated kissing session right in the kitchen. Feeling his smooth body against mine was like heaven and there was no mistaking the fact that he was happy to see me based on the way his hard cock was pressing against me.
The bell rang and he said:
– I’ll take the pizza.
Pointing to his cock, I said:
– Can not.
He looked at his feet and said:
– Apparently not, looks like you’ll have to go answer the door.
I said:
– You mean you want her to see me dressed like that?
He just smiled.
I opened the door and greeted the young man. He widened his eyes before he started to masturbate, I could never understand how the sight of breasts could turn a smart guy into a nervous wreck. He gave me the bill and I told him I’d be right back with the money. I turned and walked into the kitchen, giving him a full view of my barely covered ass. I proposed to rummage a little in my purse to get the money, so that there would be time for both him and Bob to enjoy the almost bare lady in the room. In the end I paid him and I hope he appreciated both tips.
We sat on the patio enjoying pizza and a cocktail. I know I definitely appreciated Bob’s smooth, half-naked body glistening in the sun. It was a little hard for me to focus on our conversation about the exhibit and my outfit because all I wanted to do was jump on top of him and slide his cock into me as far as he could.
I really like the song that was playing, so I decided to get up and do a lap dance for Bob. He was sitting back on a lounge chair and I sat on his lap with my knees on either side of him. My cleavage was showing because my shirt was riding up. I put my face between her breasts pushing them as tight as I could. I wanted so badly to rub my already wet pussy against his stiff cock, but I kept thinking it was all about anticipation.
After a few minutes he started rubbing my pussy through my underwear and I grabbed both of his hands and pinned them to the chaise longue:
– I’m sorry, sir, but you are not allowed to touch the dancer.
With my hands still clasped, I began to lick and bite her nipples. Since his chest had just been waxed, it was smooth as can be and I loved licking, sucking and biting his nipples. It was clear that his nipples were somehow connected to his cock, because he was trying to squirm all over the lounger.
– This feels so damn great, I love itto me you suck on my nipples, it tingles my penis.
Bob continues:
– Please, let me taste your pussy.
I wanted so badly to plant my pussy on his face, but once again, it’s all about anticipation. I said:
– No, you can’t taste, I told you sir, you can’t touch the dancer. But I think I know what you might like.
I stood up and removed my shorts, leaving me in my red thong and white t-shirt. The g-string was dripping quite a bit at this point, letting it cling very nicely to my thickened pussy. I sat back on Bob’s lap with my pussy as close to his face as I could. He said:
– This smells so good, please let me taste it.
– Not.
And with that I slipped my fingers under the G-string and started working my pussy.
It only took a minute from rubbing myself feverishly to a magnificent orgasm. One of my best talents is my ability to squirt sometimes when I orgasm. There was a time when I was ashamed to dump my load, but not now, now it is one of my greatest pleasures. To my delight, I shot my juices all over Bob’s body, what a perfect moment.
Bob loves it when they do that and this time was no exception. I said:
– Perfect timing.
Then I started the massage using this natural lubricant. It didn’t take long for everything to be absorbed into Bob’s skin and it was time to have the big event of the evening, Bob’s massage.
We walked into our new massage room. The room was warm with soft music and enough light to see us. The scent of lavender was in the air from the aroma therapy I started earlier.
I hugged Bob and asked him.
– Sir, do you mind if your therapist massages you naked?
Bob replied:
– I think it would be good.
I went behind Bob and slipped my fingers under his belt to pull down his pants. I wrapped my arms around his bare body and clung to him. It was so hot; I could feel his warmth radiating towards me.
I reached for some lotion and rubbed it on my breasts, then returned to the hug, rubbing my breasts against his back as I rubbed my slippery hands over his chest and stomach. It felt so smooth, I didn’t know who liked it more, him or me. God, that felt good. It was extremely hard not to take his gorgeous cock in my hand, but I kept telling myself it was all about anticipation and held back.
Bob is lying face down on the massage table. I took a deep breath trying to remember everything Bob had taught me the week before and what I had learned on the internet. I put a hand full of warm lotion on the middle of Bob’s back and started spreading it. Of course, I was a little excited because I wanted this massage to be so special.
I was moving over him, his back, his shoulders, his neck and his ass. Then Bob said:
– Baby, it’s not a race, slow down, you need to feel the connection and you can do that slowly and methodically.
I didn’t say anything, but I slowed down. After a few minutes, I got the hang of it. Instead of going crazy covering a lot of ground and exhausting myself, I was now going slow and methodical. I could feel every muscle in his back and shoulders. I could hear his breathing change as I changed my pressure. It was amazing, I have touched and admired this man for many years but never really felt him. I could really feel the connection.
I started working lower to his bottom. His bottom was firm and hard but smooth and soft at the same time. When I touched him, there was an almost involuntary reaction from him where he spread his legs a little wider. That told me she was looking for some attention between her butt.
With another hand full of warm lotion, he reached for that magical place between the scrotum and the anus. I opened my hand and made a pass from the magic spot, over his hole and up the center of his back. I continued to work his lower back and bottom, but I was very careful not to go all the way to his bottom or magic spot. I could feel her legs spread a little more, but I wasn’t ready to give her the pleasure of an anal massage yet.
I went down his legs to his soles and came back up again. I ran my hands several times down his inner thigh just below his scrotum, making sure not to touch him. I moved from his legs up his legs very slowly, going up, but this time I took his testicles in my hand, squeezing them gently with one hand while I ran my other hand between his buttocks, applying nice pressure to his ass. She spread her legs as wide as she could anticipating it was time to work her ass but I continued on my back.
I moved to the head of the table so I could put both hands on his neck, shoulders and back. His head was in the headrest, which is open at the bottom, and my pussy was near the end of the headrest just inches from his face.
I heard Bob mutter:
– God, your pussy smells good.
At this point, all my pussy wanted was to have a stiff cock hitting her. I could feel the juices running down my thighs from time to time.
I lowered one part of his body to the bottom. I took her bottom firmly in my hands squeezing, pushing and pulling everything I had learned. He was still stretched as wide as he could and I began to gently massage his bottom. First on the outside, then I inserted a finger. Bob’s breathing turned into long, deep breaths between his moans. Next, I inserted a small butt plug, working it in and out. It only took a few minutes for Bob’s sphincter to relax and take the phallus with ease. You may remember from a previous chapter that I have a bit of an obsession with sex toys and I just happened to have another slightly larger butt plug.
Bob let out a small moan as I inserted him, but once again, within a minute or so, he was in heaven, enjoying spreading his anus and working. He said:
– What’s up, does it feel amazing?
I answered:
– Nothing you haven’t shoved in my ass a hundred times, I think you like it. Are you ready for more?
Before he could answer, I gently inserted the largest butt plug. All he said was:
– Damn, I’m addicted. You better stop or I’m going to cum.
The last thing I wanted right now was for him to ejaculate, so I removed the plug and slowly finished massaging his ass. As I recall he will owe his masseuse a tip when the massage is over, my expectation is that load of cum will be my tip.
I told him to come back. When he moved, I asked him why there was a big wet spot on the table. He said:
– My penis has been dripping since I got home. This far exceeded my expectations; you can’t believe how i feel right now
I told him:
– You are wrong, I know exactly how you feel. I’ve had a few professional massages and they were great, but they lacked intimacy and adventure. It doesn’t compare in any way to how I feel now.
Bob said:
– So are we going to do this again sometime?
– Right now, all I want is for your cock to hit me, but I’m not done with your massage, sit back and enjoy.
I started the massage treatment on her face and worked on her chest. It was so smooth, hairless and the lotion glided on like silk. As I worked his body, of course I made it a point not to touch his cock, but I got so close that I lingered in the area. I worked back and forth between the firm muscles on his chest to his firm thighs.
I was using my forearms sliding over his body from side to side. I made it a point to slide my breasts over his body, which was probably more for my pleasure than his, but I’m sure he didn’t mind.
I continued to work her front for about half an hour and finally said:
– Ok baby, I think I’m done.
He looked disappointed and said:
– No happy ending?
I told him:
– Sorry I almost forgot that part, I think it would hurt my tip if you didn’t have a happy ending.
He said:
– Sounds good.
– Then I think we should combine the happy ending with the peak. I wanted my tip to be your cock hitting my pussy, but I have something else in mind.
He said:
– Ok.
I told him:
– Get up.
He did as I told him and I went to the bottom of the table and bent over him, leaving my bottom in the right position to be penetrated.
– Take it up my ass.
Bob said:
– Oh, you know how much I love to fuck your ass.
I said:
– Yeah, yeah, and you know how much I like to kick my ass, sounds like a happy ending and an equally good tip, what do you say?
I anticipated getting a good tip and I have to say that my expectations were met.
