Massage at midnight
He followed me down the hall. I motioned for her to get on the massage table. He lay on it, face down. I patted him on his side and he raised his stomach to allow me to slip a firm pillow under him, then relaxed.
I poured massage oil on my hands, rubbed them together to warm them, and then gently rubbed it over one leg and up his calves, then up his thigh. I repeated with the other leg. I went to his feet and, parting them, began to massage them, digging my fingers deep into the soles, easier elsewhere.
He sighed appreciatively.
Applying more oil, I rubbed it on and between his buttocks, kneading and rubbing them with my fingers. He sighed happily. I poured oil on his lower back and spread it slowly with my forearms before moving to his shoulders. I rubbed, my fingers gently sliding over, up and down around his shoulder blades. He wasn’t a very muscular man—not a narcissistic gym rat—but he kept fit and my fingers traced the hills and valleys of his torso.
I clasped my hands together and pushed my elbow around his back. Moving to the head of the table, I oiled and massaged her arms and neck.
I reconstructed my way to his feet. When my hands moved to his back, I reached out, grabbed his limp cock, and pulled it down to his feet. His length pulled between my greased fingers and dropped back between his thighs. I continued, moving down along his legs, stroking him gently as I continued.
I moved next to him and firmly ran my hands along each leg, starting at the buttocks and working my way down to the toes. I resumed my route and gradually made the road again.
I lightly ran my fingertips down the inside of his legs, back to the soles of his feet. Taking her right foot in both hands, I ran my oiled fingers down the length of it, pressing the sole over and over. He sighed and seemed to melt. Even in the middle of the night, it was a wonderful thing to be able to please someone so much.
And everyone loves a foot massage.
My fingers didn’t leave his body, I pulled them up to his shoulders and started working on releasing the tension in his back and neck again. He sighed again.
I ran my hands down his back, moving them apart to move one on each buttock. My fingers traced her inner thighs to her knees. I brought my hands together, palms open, and slowly moved them between his thighs to his groin. His manhood sat limply on the towel, his scrotum resting on it, his left testicle positioned lower than his right. My hands parted, passed between them and his legs, touched his soft ones.
I gently lifted his scrotum, stretching it up and holding his testicles. I stroked and encircled them with my thumb, then reached underneath to grab his cock, squeezing and stretching it. His length slipped under my oily hands; her head fell back on the towel as my fingers slipped. Grabbing both testicles and flesh in one hand, I pulled them gently. His manhood grew thicker. His testicles bulged under his shaved skin and I rubbed my thumb between them, back and forth.
I grabbed the base of his hardened manhood and ran the fingers of my other hand over the back of his scrotum. I held the precious sack tightly with one hand as I moved the other around his manhood from base to tip over and over, then releasing his package I switched to both hands repeating the same path, one after the other .
His legs were twitching. I left his cock and slowly ran my thumbs over his inner thighs, up between his buttocks and down his lower back, my fingers lightly digging into his crease as they ran over it. I continued my scratching over the crack, down the hips and back along the legs to the soles before returning to the groin, fingers moving along the insides of the legs.
His cock was now pressed hard into the towel. I lubricated my hands again, took it in both palms and firmly, but slowly, slowly began to massage that extremely sensitive triangle under the head with my thumbs. He moaned in appreciation. Continuing this action long enough would bring a flash orgasm, but I switched from simply running my fingers between his shaft and the towel before lightly buffing the head with my fingertips for a minute.
His cock twitched as I gently caressed his cleft with my fingertip. I was always amazed at how much pleasure I could give, the power I had over him.
I removed his scrotum from his penis with one hand and used the stiff fingertips of the other to deeply massage the tissue between the scrotum and anus, pressing it against the prostate. The root of his cock throbbed under my groping fingers. I grabbed the end and twisted my hand like I was unscrewing a bottle cap. It vibrated under my hand. I grabbed her base and squeezed firmly. It got harder and started to turn a brighter shade of red.
I let his hardness press back onto the table and went back to massaging his back, then his arms, and finally back to his soles again.
I went to the other end of the table and tapped him lightly on the arm.
– Come back, my love.
When she was comfortably settled, I began to massage her face, cheekbones and forehead, pressing firmly on her forehead just above her eyebrows.
From there, I moved down to the foot of the table, running my hands up his body, over his throbbing erection, and began to gently massage his legs again. Each hand slid down one leg, over the testicles and the underside of the phallus before returning to the leg through the side and resuming in a continuous motion.
His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep.
Walking past him, I began to move my hands further up his head, along his torso, touching his manhood with the sides of my hands as they passed. I moved to the head of the table and continued my movements, extending them to his neck and shoulders. I grabbed his neck above his jaw and leaned back, stretching his neck and spine three times, then gently massaged his ears.
As I reached up to run my hands over his chest to his belly button, my breasts passed on either side of his face. When I pulled back I saw him smiling and moved a breast to his mouth. Pleasure surged through me as his lips captured my nipple.
My oiled hands began to slide from under his scrotum, along the underside of his now glistening cock, over his bare pubis, then down his hips to start again. His abdomen glistened in the candlelight.
Moving to his side, I rubbed one hand across his chest from one nipple to the other as I caressed his testicles. I rolled them between my fingers, stretched their fleshy skin and squeezed them very gently.
I changed my grip and, holding his scrotum firmly with one hand, grabbed the base of his cock with the other, sliding it slowly and firmly down its length. The oiled skin slid under my hand. My hand slipped to the end and I took it from the beginning.
Such a complex and wonderful thing is a man’s penis. Such a smooth skin, able to slide so smoothly over such a solid core. How pleasant – both ways.
Holding him upright with my hand at the base, I used my other hand to spiral up and over the shaft and top of his head, then slowly drew circles around his swollen head with a tip finger. All around. His hardness pulsed beneath my hand. I repeated the movements, gently tugging at his testicles.
Pouring more oil on his swollen head, I touched my thumb to my middle finger and ran my encircled fingers from the head to the root, continuing with the other hand, then the first. He took a deep breath. After a few such moves, I reversed the direction, going from the base to the head.
Pressing his cock against his abdomen, I moved my palms firmly from his testicles to the tip, pressing firmly down. After a while, I moved on to do the same with the lightest of finger movements, stretching his testicles against his inner thighs.
Holding him upright again, I brought my thumb closer to my other fingers and began to rotate back and forth around the edge of his head like I was squeezing a lemon, then I withdrew my fingers from the top of his head again and again.
He sighed deeply. Her thighs tightened, then relaxed. Wrapping both hands around his shaft, one on top of the other, I squeezed first with one hand, then the other, over and over.
I started moving my fingertips to the side of his head again as I slowly pumped his shaft with my other hand. I could feel the blood pulsating under his skin; his veins were blue and throbbing. Continuing to pump, I took my other hand off his head and began massaging behind his scrotum, pushing deep into the buried base of his cock.
Moving to the other side of the table, I put my palms together as if in prayer and moved the tunnel thus formed up and down his cock, my thumbs moving up and down the underside. He moaned in appreciation.
Holding his testicles tightly with one hand, I spiraled down his cock with the other, as if screwing in a large screw. Shifting, I went back to moving my hands, one after the other, up his cock for six strokes, then down for the next six, then again and again.
I stood up on the table between his knees and, lacing my fingers together, slowly but firmly stroked his hardness at the tip, then again. And again. He moaned again, softly. Her ass briefly lifted off the table before stilling; I saw him trying to relax.
I rubbed oil on my forearms. I moved them up over his cock, pressing against his abdomen. When I got down, I uncrossed them and gently dragged my nails down his length, around his testicles and up his thighs. And again.
I dipped my hand in the oil and massaged on and between the breasts. His eyes fluttered open and I smiled, twisting my erect nipples between my fingers. He smiled softly.
I bent down and covered her length with my breasts. I leaned forward and my breasts slowly slid back and forth over his hard member. I could feel his head moving between them. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself, hoping he was enjoying it as much as I was. I pulled back and rubbed the underside of his cock head on one nipple, then the other. His thighs tensed.
I squeezed it, hard, then relaxed my hands. His thighs relaxed. I waited a bit, then stood up and mounted him, rolling my pussy back and forth along his slippery manhood.
Moving back between his legs to the leg of the table, I worked his manhood again with my breasts back and forth.
– OK, I thought,it’s quite relaxed, in a tantric sense. It’s time for completion.
I began to roll his manhood between my hands, moving them up and down his length as I moved back and forth. After a few seconds, he began to breathe faster, his abdomen and chest moving up and down. The head of his cock was throbbing. Her thighs tensed again. I increased my speed, focusing on the tip, and pushed my hands tighter.
His jaw clenched as I doubled my speed.
He tensed up completely and a second later he started to gush. I gripped the head of his cock with both hands and gently massaged it, the cum flowing between my clenched fingers.
Finishing the orgasm, he collapsed onto his back and fell asleep almost instantly. I held his still stiff manhood for another minute, stroking his shaft very gently, caressing his testicles lightly with my fingertips.
Smiling to myself, I released him, went to the sink and washed my hands. I wet a towel with warm soapy water. Coming back, I gently washed his face, then dried him. I moved down his body, rinsing the towel as needed and drying each piece as I went. When I finished washing his face, I covered him with a large towel. He was not a man who struggled in his sleep; I could expect to find him in exactly the same position in the morning.
Before I left the room, I again gave her a short, slow, very gentle foot massage. He snored quietly and smiled in his sleep.
Everyone loves a foot massage.
