Massage night
Well, let me tell you about my rather interesting massage last night. I thought about it all day and besides thoroughly enjoying the massage as I was quite sore from skiing for three days, Michelle was quite entertaining and very fit. Turns out it’s an amateur bike and it’s very weak. 1.70 m or so, black hair, about 55 kg, and very fit. Unfortunately (or fortunately) my gender. Sometimes anyway.
So he comes to my room and arranges his things. Massage table, heating pad, oils and some sheets. I start to lie under a sheet, naked of course, on my back. She does my neck, arms and chest. The feeling of working my muscles is so relaxing and indulgent. We talk about cycling, skiing, blah, blah, blah. Somehow I have to keep talking or I might wander off into my imagination and it would be a serious tent pole in the sheet. So she moves the sheet aside and works on my soles, legs and quads, down to my hips. You definitely need to keep thinking about muscles, massage, relaxation. He has incredibly strong hands and gives a great massage. She speaks softly and I keep my eyes closed and think about the muscles losing their pain.
Same thing on the other side, arms, thighs. It keeps me rolling on my back and continues to work wonders on my back and neck pain. Then it makes the sensation, calves and thighs and buttocks very painful. I feel pretty good and the pain is easing. However, there remains an area of growing tension and I don’t know how to ask her to work on it.
As she finishes, I ask her how long it has been since her last massage. She pauses and looks at me and says a few months. She occasionally swaps with another masseuse, but she was very busy. I ask her if she would mind letting me give her a massage. I tell her I know a little about anatomy (she knows I know a thing or two about anatomy) and while my massage skills may not be as good as hers, I think she’d love it. She looks at me intently and I tell her it’s safe and I won’t do anything she doesn’t want me to do.
Incredibly, she agrees, and I walk into the bathroom as she undresses and lies down on the massage table under the sheet where I was a few moments ago. Please start on her stomach so I can start massaging her back. When I get out of the bathroom, she is lying on her back with the sheet covering her lower body. Her skin is dark and flawless. Her back is muscular and lean, and the stretch of her skin is quite interesting. I sure couldn’t do that if she was fat or something. So I take the bottle of oil from her and start on her neck and shoulders. She tells me that her shoulders usually hurt from cycling and the massages she gives. I stretch his arms and knead his muscles. She knows how to relax and helps me find her tight spots. I’m wearing a terry dressing gown from the hotel and I have to be careful that it doesn’t open too much. But she is lying on her stomach and her eyes are closed. She tells me she approves and gives me some advice as I go up to her back and legs. I go over his buttocks for now and down to his feet. I work her legs as she does mine and find some pain there, which she releases as I massage them. I work on her calves and hamstrings. Her legs are also thin and lean with no fat. It is smooth and shaved with a few scratches from cycling.
I uncover part of her leg all the way and admire her ass. It’s a good thing he can’t see me, because he’d definitely notice my hungry stare. I work long, deep strokes from her leg to her back like she did with me, pressing deep into her muscles. I’m more than a little excited by now, but I continue my professional massage. I cover her leg and do the other side, pressing hard into her legs and up over her bottom and lower back to her neck and scalp. She approves, I can tell, and I feel her take a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling, as I do, to release all the tension. I stretch her thighs and bend her legs back to stretch her quads. The sheet isn’t covering her very well now, and I take my time and admire the sight of her naked body on the table, glistening with oil, and see the darkness of her pussy as I massage the backs of her legs, only getting ever closer to the inside thighs.
Not wanting to spoil this too soon I tell her to turn around and she does and I cover her with a sheet again. I start on her neck and face like she did for me. I pull the sheet down a bit to rub her shoulders and arms, paying close attention to her hands. I stretch and manipulate his arm and shoulder, relaxing the muscles. We talk about anatomy and training and I wonder if she’s trying not to get excited too, for fear of embarrassment, or something.
I slowly continue massaging her pectoral area, trying hard to keep her breasts covered and focusing only on the muscles and not on the obviously erogenous zens. I can’t wait to take off the sheet and run my hands over her. But I don’t know how far she’s willing to let me go. So I then go to the legs and uncover one leg and keep only her midsection covered from breast to groin. Her legs are wonderful. Firm and muscular, with dark, smooth skin. The oil and dark shadows in the room are accents to an already exciting scene. I take my time at her soles and pull her toes, rubbing the soles and outer muscles. I work my way up my calves and thighs, kneading the muscles around my knees, working my way up to my hips and inner thighs. She is barely covered, and from where I sit at the side and foot of the table, I can see her dark, curly hair at the edge of the sheet. He hasn’t given me any signs of going too far, so I rub higher and higher up his thigh, kneading his inner muscles and moving his leg to stretch those muscles as well. The sheet is no longer covering her well and I can see the outer lips of her pussy, which are slightly shining. And I know it’s not from the massage oil.
She sits relaxed on the table and I do the same with the other leg, taking a lot of time to feel her thighs, partly because I know they must feel good to her like riding a bike and partly because that hopefully by going slow, I can build his enthusiasm and he’ll let me do more.
This strategy seems to be working and I work her inner thighs and hips on that side as well, getting closer and closer to her groin area. I want to touch her there, but not yet. I walk back to the head of the table and stand over her head.
I lean forward and start at her shoulders again, working my way down to her pecs and breasts. This time I pull the sheet down and expose her breasts completely. Her nipples are hard and firm. Definitely a good sign. I massage his abdomen and rub deeply from his ribs, to his hips, to his pelvis. I pull the sheet completely off her and now admire her completely naked body. I can’t help but tell her what a great body she has, and I can tell she’s more than a little fired up.
– Can I give you a full body massage now? I ask her.
– Yes, please do. It feels so wonderful.
I’m rubbing her breasts now, kneading and squeezing them hard. Her breasts are firm and dark with no tan lines. The nipples are harder now and the dark circles around them are large and covered in goosebumps. I take a long time to massage the flesh of her breasts, then after 5 or 10 minutes, I pull on her nipples, making them even harder. I love that feeling. I can see her hips bucking ever so slightly and can smell her arousal. I thoroughly enjoy the feel of her breasts in my hands and gently roll each nipple between my thumb and forefinger at first, making her squirm. I pinch them and draw circles slowly and gently, each one at a time, letting her feel just that and nothing else.
Reluctantly, I let go of her breasts and let my hands go down to her abdomen and rub a little over the line of her dark triangle of hair, pressing deep, trying to feel her from the outside. I oil my hands liberally, but it doesn’t need much now as there is ample lubrication from its own juices.
– I don’t think I need much oil here, do I?
She just nods. Her breathing is shallower now and I know she craves my touch. I run my hands up and down her lips, feeling every inch from her ass to her pussy, enjoying the sight and smell of her arousal.
I use two fingers to part my lips and feel her inner wetness. His other hand finds her clit and begins to slowly stroke it, rubbing it up and down and around the sides. I try to find his most sensitive areas and feel his inner muscles grab my finger. I slip one and then two fingers into her and probe all around the velvety inner walls of her pussy. The combination of oil and moisture makes the most pleasant friction. I start moving my fingers in and out a little faster, alternating with swirling them deep inside, the front and then back walls of her pussy. My finger strokes her clit faster and I can feel her close. I keep my pace deliberate until her breathing and her face tells me climax is near. I continue to caress and rub her until finally her orgasm occurs and her pussy grips my fingers tightly and screams a little at the final release of sexual tension. I keep holding her pussy and rubbing gently, letting her recover and get back to normal breathing.
– I hope it worked for your blood pressure, I say.
– Oh, yes, for sure. I think I needed this more than I thought.
– You really have a wonderful body. I think I enjoyed it almost as much as you did.
– You are very kind and sweet. She looks at me and sees my robe open and sees my hard cock pushing against the material, quite clearly recognizing my excitement.
– It seems that I didn’t finish my massage very well either.
– I’m glad you noticed. Yes, there is another part you could massage, that would be so nice.
We change places and she lubricates her hands and takes time to warm them before placing them on my body. She catches my cock in her oily fist and holds it there for a moment. The first touch of her hand sends spasms through him and it takes me a moment to relax.
– I don’t think it will last long, I say.
= Don’t worry, I think you’ll like this too.
She starts using both hands to stroke my cock up and down, alternating hands and then letting one hand go to my testicles and stroke them as well. Her movements are slow and rhythmic and I am fascinated by the sight of this woman’s hands on me. He starts stroking faster and faster, then slows down, almost stopping. My breathing is ragged now and I enjoy the sight of her arm muscles as I pull on my cock, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement of her upper body.
Her hands feel kind of small on my cock, which is harder than I remember it ever being, and I can see her face watching it intently, knowing full well what she’s doing to me. She does this fast-slow thing over and over until I’m so close to ejaculating, yet she senses when to stop and just lets me calm down a little, each time raising my excitement level.
I’m so mad now, I can’t take it anymore. She uses one hand to hold the base of my cock tightly, then the other hand rubs in quick, head-twisting motions, and that brings me to the limit. My cock jumps as drop after drop of creamy white liquid rises and lands on my shoulder, chest and stomach, then runs to her hand as she holds me tight, milking the last drops off me.
“I guess you needed this part too,” Michelle says, letting my cock soften in her hand. I’ll bring you a cloth.
She goes to the bathroom and I admire her shape again when she comes back and rather lovingly cleans my skin of my cum that starts to flow past me.
– Well, that was a very nice massage. Very different, I might add, I say as she begins to dress and pack.
– When you come back, I hope you remember me and call me. I would be happy to give you a thorough massage again.
– I certainly will, you can be sure of that. You are very pretty.
She finishes packing and I leave her a generous tip and watch her walk out the door and down the hall.
