Massage due
Scott knocked on the door and waited.
– Are you Scott?
– Yes, Cora. It’s me.
– Okay. Come in, I’ll take a shower, I’ll be right back. Why don’t you lie down on the mattress?
Cora was a massage therapist in her spare time, which wasn’t much lately. Scott, an old friend, had long been owed one of her fabulous massages, but never seemed to get the chance to collect. Today was his lucky day.
Scott removed his button up shirt leaving only his thin Thanes t-shirt on. The massage mat on the floor was firm but comfortable. He lay on his stomach with his arms at his sides and closed his eyes. Soft new age music sounded like wind chimes, dripping water and some guitar chords. Slowly, he began to relax a little.
He heard the shower turn off and the door open. He didn’t bother to open his eyes. After all, he was relaxing.
– Don’t get up. I’ll be right there, Cora whispered.
“Alright, I wasn’t getting up anyway,” Scott muttered, half in the massage mat.
A moment later he felt her thighs around him as she straddled his back. The warmth of her skin soothed him and made his muscles loosen a little more.
She started in small circles on his lower back, where his back worked so hard to keep it straight all day. Moving slowly and up his back, she knotted his muscles and stroked his skin carefully. The shirt did not cooperate. He ducked, twisted and stepped out of the way.
– …So it will have to be taken down. I will help you, she ordered.
Too relaxed to resist, he moved his arms and pulled up. Now he was bare from the waist up. This wasn’t uncomfortable, just a little unusual. He noticed how much nicer and smoother his legs felt against his back without the cloth between them. He started working again. Rough and hard, as if he had worked with stiff clay. Then soft, sensual as if touching a sleeping lover. Releasing the last of his stress, she worked his shoulders, neck and arms.
– Let me massage your back a little better.
She whispered again. While he was still very relaxing, something about her voice sent tingles down his spine. She slid, crawling over him, until she was sitting on top of him, her bottom on his shoulder blades. Scott could feel her soft, meaty thighs against him and thoroughly enjoyed it. She started massaging his lower back again and worked her way to his legs.
Soon she was massaging his waist and belt. He massaged several times, as if trying to get past her. Scott accepted the suggestion and undid his belt and pants from under him.
– Thank you.
Again her gentle whisper. Now he pushed her pants halfway up her bottom and began to move freely back and forth. Cora seemed to press all of herself into him, not just her hands. After a few moments, and a few more jabs at his belt, she asked:
– Why don’t we take them all down?
– Sure.
A stunned response. In one motion the pants were off and he was naked with a beautiful woman caressing him. Her body tingled with sensual massage and sexual tension.
– And… since you’re now undressed…
She opened a small bottle and sprinkled oil on his body. With long effleurage strokes, she spread the oil. It smelled of sweet almonds and sandalwood.
Scott was in a quiet ecstasy. In addition to the intense physical relaxation, his skin was excited by her touch and what she was touching. Her hands roamed his back, bottom, and legs, as if she was used to petting people all over. Working on his strong thighs and calves, he erased the last trace of stress. His muscles were completely relaxed.
That changed when, on her way back up his legs, she reached between his legs and firmly gripped his semi-erect member. His eyes finally opened. He started to turn as she climbed up again. Now on his back, she had caught his erection between them. Finally he could look at her.
Her loose hair, soft and still damp from the shower, hung sensually over her face. She wore a black spaghetti strap silk nightgown with brown lace, the straps barely hanging off her shoulders, draping the silk over her collarbone. It stretched beautifully over her large breasts and down to the tops of her thighs. Her nipples were visible through the fabric. The light lace trimmings peeking out slightly on her still legs. In the back, it hung loosely, draped over her round bottom. His hands instinctively caressed her thighs, up and around that beautiful ass. Under her fingers, all she could feel were thin straps and soft, young skin. It felt as good as it looked.
“This is a damn good massage, Cora,” he whispered.
– This is just the beginning Scott….
She stopped as she leaned down and kissed him. Her thick and full lips were a pleasure like no other. Moist, soft, giving and welcoming. Cora sucked gently, pulling her tongue into his mouth, pulling him into a shaky kiss. He was no longer just semi-erect, and she was leaning firmly against Scott’s throbbing tool. Sliding down his body, she kissed his mouth, cheek, chin and neck. Scott always had a sensitivity for where his neck met his shoulder and she knew all about it. Waves of sensation radiated from her kisses and made him shiver.
As Cora continued to move down, Scott wanted to hold her close to him and feel her body. But when his hands touched the sides of her full breasts, she grabbed his wrists, pushed them back, and pinned him down.
– No… Lay there. I have to do something for you first…
Her voice, still a whisper, seemed more tender, more erotic, and more exciting. Not wanting to risk ruining the moment, he gave in to her.
Her hands now circled around his abdomen, groin and legs as if she needed to touch the rest first. Scott’s erection twitched in anticipation until she grabbed it and held it still in her palm. The massage oil on her soft feminine hands provided enough slip for her to tease his shaft. She moved her face down towards him and like a feline, rubbing her face against him. Scott’s leg began to shake as he opened his knees wider for her. First a gentle kiss, just on the tip… Then a short lick… She did this… When she finally slipped the tip into her wet lips, Scott let out a deep moan.
Cora looked up. He was torn with tension, a sexual tension he was about to release. With one last movement, she spread her lips around it, sucking it gently, and moved down to his end, to his testicles. She pushed deep into his throat, squeezing lightly against his flesh. It was so intense for Scott that his toes tensed and his hands curled into fists and his whole body convulsed. As she pulled back, she sucked hard on him. She could hear him grunting deeply. She was touching something primal. Once back at his caged head, she thrust into him again.
She was delighted with the effect she was having on him. It felt strangely powerful to make him lose control like this. She even liked the sensation of sucking him, swallowing his cock, and choking for him. Cora wouldn’t deny him any pleasure, no way, and right now, Scott couldn’t think of anything better. Three times… four times… His whole body spasmed as she pleasured him. Eight… Nine… Ten times… He stopped counting as he moved faster and faster.
Scott’s mind was in a fog. He couldn’t even have a coherent thought. Her mouth had subdued the rational part of him. Her hands scratching his legs, tugging at his scrotum and teasing him, only accelerated his impending climax.
She worked like a mad woman, toying with herself as she finished off Scott. He was close to an orgasm of his own. Finally, he heard Scott mutter…
– I’m going to ejaculate… I’m going to ejaculate… I’m going to…
Instead of shying away from it, Cora encouraged and pushed Scott over the edge saying,
– Give it to me, I want it. Put it in my mouth, I want to swallow you…
With his penis still half in his mouth. That was. He couldn’t resist. Reaching out and pulling his head down, his cock erupted. She fell slightly, but when his hand came free, she pushed back onto it. She swallowed as much as she could but still had some splatter on her face and large breasts before he finished.
Scott collapsed, now half-twisted off the massage mat. His whole body was in shock. Cora lay on top of him, her head on his stomach, still dripping with his seed. She was proud of herself. Between puffs of air she heard him say,
– This is the perfect way to de-stress…
And Cora smiled.
