After a long day at work, Julie and I retired to the couch and watched the latest episode of GoT. When the show finished, Julie asked me if I would give her a neck massage.
“Of course I will,” I say, scooting over behind her.
I start rubbing her neck and shoulders, as she relaxes her muscles and lets her head drop.
“Mmmmmm that feels good.”
I continued for a few minutes, slow and firm, till my hands start to get tired.
“Would you mind doing my back, too?” she asked.
“Not at all,” I say.
Julie stretches out on the couch, and I straddle her legs just below her butt. This position offers the best leverage when giving a back massage. I begin to rub her back through her shirt. It is a light weight t-shirt that is semi-sheer. I notice she has already removed her bra, one of her getting ready for bedtime rituals.
“You can lift that out of the way,” she says, bringing herself up on her elbows to allow room. I pull the shirt up under her arm pits, above her breasts. With no bra to worry about, I start rubbing her back in a pressure-move motion. Without oil, it’s about all you can do.
I scoot back, working my way down her back to the elastic waistband of her shorts. They were short pajama shorts, and the bottom of her butt peaks out. I massage her tailbone and then start working her butt cheeks through the fabric of her shorts. As I work my way down her thighs to her legs, i get a peek at her barely visible pussy lips that are being split by the thin line of fabric of the shorts.
I continue to rub, from her lower back, down the slope of her cute little butt, then one hand on each cheek, squeezing and releasing. I feel her muscles tighten and relax in response. She takes a long breath and releases it slowly, her eyes closed and head resting on her forearms.
I move my hands to the tops of her thighs, one hand on each leg, my thumbs on her inner thighs, inches from her pussy lips. I squeeze and release, moving my hands down and then back up, each time a little closer to her slit. I could feel the heat coming from her there.
She parts her legs just a little, barely lifting her butt off the couch cushion. I keep rubbing and massaging her thighs, moving my thumbs between her legs until I could feel her smooth pussy lips.
I start working my thumbs into her slit, pulling the cotton strip of her shorts to the side and covering her pink lips with my thumbs. She arches her back a little, tilting her hips up and exposing her pussy to full view. I abandon massaging her thighs and place my fingers between the folds of her hot wet lips, stretching my middle finger up to her clit.
“Hunh!” she moans, clinching her butt and pressing against my hand.
I rub her clit slowly, gradually increasing pressure. This brings another sigh and stifled moan. I moisten a finger in her juices and go back to rubbing her clit. She responds by gently moving her hips. I slip my thumb into her pussy, applying steady pressure to the front part, while keeping my middle finger in contact with her clit. Her cunt muscles clench and release in increasing rhythm, her breath coming in short gasps, a little whispered moan escaping with each exhale.
“Yesssss!” she hisses. My finger flies over the hard little ball of her clit, the juices from her pussy making squishing sounds, soaking my hand.
Her butt clinches hard, releases, then clinches again, vaginal walls tightening around my thumb. Her whole body stiffens and she does a little quiver.
Her body relaxes, she lifts her head, looking over her shoulder.
“Thanks for the back rub”
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