I love giving sensual massages. The things is, I generally only have one person I’m giving massages to at a time. I sometimes place ads looking for a woman who would enjoy a good, quality sensual massage. Sometimes there is only one massage that occurs. More often, however, there will be several over a period of time.
I always take it as a compliment when a lady would like to return for more. It’s also good for her because each subsequent massage will be better than the previous, to a point. No two bodies are alike and no two respond the same. Therefore, the more I learn about a specific woman, the more likely I am to find all the right areas to achieve maximum pleasure.
When I am in the middle of a series, I don’t look for new partners. I enjoy the exploration of the current lady. Sometimes someone I haven’t seen in a while will ask and I usually say yes, so that is an exception to the norm. This process has led to some unique friendships. I’m not seeking any romantic entanglements but there is something about touching another person’s body for a couple of hours that bonds you.
Science says it’s the oxytocin. Probably. But I think it’s also the intimacy. How often are you naked, fully submitted to the touch of another for that long a period of time? Talking afterwards is common. Grabbing lunch or dinner is a little less so, but still happens. Texting, emailing and generally staying in touch even after things slow down a little happens a lot. Which brings me to Meg. She knows I want to write about this and has given me permission to use her actual name.
Meg and I formed a quick but enduring friendship. We shouldn’t have by conventional thinking. She was about half my age when we first met. She was 22 and I was 40. We had very little in common as far as interests or shared experiences. Yet I found myself enjoying conversations with her and she seemed to feel the same about me. She has a great sense of humor and is smart as a whip, both traits I find very attractive.
In general, the younger women who come to me for a massage are less inhibited than those who are my age or older. More open with their bodies and thoughts, but they don’t always know exactly what they want because they haven’t experienced enough to know all the possibilities yet. This was the case with Meg. There were things she didn’t know turned her on and ways to feel good she was not yet aware of. We had a fantastic time exploring these.
We often play around further after her massages. We thoroughly enjoy one another. Or at least I enjoy her and she seems to enjoy me. One late evening after her massage she led me to the couch, yanked down my shorts and pushed me backwards. Rather, I let her push me backwards. She’s so much smaller than me I doubt she could actually move me with a running start.
She showcased her very impressive oral abilities teasing and finally pleasing me fully. Then, she climbed up onto my lap and rubbed herself against my bare leg while we kissed, the faint taste of my semen still on her lips. I know some guys find that disgusting. I find it incredibly sexy. She loved to kiss and apparently to hump my leg as this was not the first time she had done it.
800 pound leg presses have made my thighs thick and solid, so perhaps that is the attraction. Regardless, in short order she was trembling in my arms having left a slick spot the length of my upper leg. She snuggled up next to me and wrapped the sheet she’d brought with her from the massage table around both of us. We sat quietly for a little while, then I complimented her on her truly amazing oral skills. She giggled and said I was good at massage and she was good at that.
We talked about a few things then circled back to her oral abilities. “I think they’d translate pretty well, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?” I didn’t quite follow her thinking.
“I mean on another girl.” She smiled a wicked little smile.
“Yes, I’m sure they would.” I thought about it for a moment. “Do you really want to try that or are you just saying stuff you think gets guys hot and bothered?”
I’ve talked to enough girls over the years to realize that some say they want to try another woman but won’t actually do it.
“No, I want to try it,” she insisted. “I mean, at least once. If it’s good more than that.”
I thought about it for a minute. “Why don’t we see if we can’t make it happen?”
Her eyes widened looking up at me, “How?”
“I don’t know yet,” I said. “Let me think about it.”
That thinking led to me calling her a couple of days later. “I think I know how. I can place an ad for another massage but in this one I’ll be training my ‘assistant’ to do a massage as well.”
She’d actually mentioned she’d like to try giving a massage someday before. She didn’t think long before she said, “Yes!”
I placed the ad that afternoon. I admit, I was a little deceptive in writing it. One of my former subjects wanted to learn to do these on her own. I would give the majority of the massage but she would be observing and learning. She called me that evening to see if I’d had any responses yet. I told her to have patience. It can take time and you also have to be careful about whom you select.
After almost a week I got the first promising response. A woman who I’ll call Rita. She wanted a sensual massage. She’d heard from a friend about having one and had been fantasizing about the experience for herself. I told her about Meg and that she’d be helping. I asked if she was OK with that.
She said that she was. She did express a slight hesitation because she wasn’t really into girls but thought she’d be OK with a massage from one. I told her that she’d be in complete control and if anything made her uncomfortable she could stop it at any point.
She seemed satisfied with that and we set things up. It was a little odd, but was fairly early on a Sunday morning. Her kids were spending the weekend elsewhere and her husband was driving a friend to pick up a car two and a half hours away. She “had a window” she said.
Meg was downright giddy that morning. I thought she might be nervous, but she showed no signs of anything of the sort. She admitted she wasn’t sure exactly what she would do, but it was exciting nonetheless. As we waited for Rita, I told her to calm down. “You’re going to scare her,” I scolded gently.
I explained that a good massage has to be done in an environment where the receiver is totally relaxed. I got her calmed down a little just as Rita arrived. She appeared to be part Latina with beautiful dark hair and eyes so dark brown they almost looked black. She was just slightly chubby and to me, very attractive. Her round, full bottom filled out her jeans nicely.
As I let her in the door, I introduced her to my “trainee”, Meg. Meg bounded over and wrapped her in a hug. From behind Rita’s back I widened my eyes at Meg. She let go of Rita and guided her into the room. She did the part I normally did, giving instructions on disrobing, lying down and covering herself with the sheet.
While Meg talked to her I noticed she seemed a little intimidated. She kept turning her body to be angled slightly away from Meg. Not enough to look like she was trying to avoid her, but enough to let me know she was nervous.
Rita looked like she was probably 35. Maybe it was the age difference. It could be she was intimidated by Meg’s thin, perky body. Society has convinced a lot of women that beautiful only comes in one shape. It might have been the whole situation was making her nervous. Regardless, I would have to focus on putting her at ease.
Meg and I left the room to get the tools of the trade. In the kitchen she stifled a squeal and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m so excited!”
“I know,” I whispered. “Try to calm down. It’s a massage. We’re going to take our time.”
She nodded, but vigorously enough that I was still concerned when we headed back into the room where Rita was waiting. As I peeled the sheet from her shoulders to her lower back I explained that Meg already knew the process but she’d be observing and practicing the techniques firsthand today. I again reminded Rita she could stop anything that made her uncomfortable.
As I spread the oil over her shoulders, I softly explained to Meg that I always spread the oil on my hands and then onto her body as opposed to pouring it on directly. I also pointed out that it is important to thoroughly spread the oil over the area you are going to be working on before you begin any techniques.
As I moved from her shoulders to her neck, my teaching continued with showing how the neck requires some pressure but also a gentler touch. Each person is unique in what they like. I invited her to try it and then watched Rita’s body closely to see how she reacted.
I was concerned she might tense up once Meg’s hands were on her body but she didn’t. In fact, she seemed to relax her shoulders, neck and head more. I took back over, massaging her back. I let Meg try a few of the techniques as I explained how to properly do them and the reasons behind them. Meg had moved past her former overexuberance and was paying rapt attention. She was actually a really good student.
We moved to her feet and I demonstrated as Meg watched up close. I told her the feet are tricky. There are small bones all over the foot. If you press too hard in the wrong place it will be painful. But if you’re too light with your touch, it might tickle. I showed her how I address the sole of the foot and between the toes. Then I told Meg to mirror me on the other foot.
At first, Rita squirmed a little. I told Meg she was tickling her and needed more pressure. She adjusted her touch and Rita calmed down. In fact, she gave her first audible sign of really enjoying the massage. A soft sigh, just on the edge of a moan.
Meg looked at me with her eyes wide. I smiled and winked. We did the same procedure on her legs. I worked on one, Meg the other. I had to encourage her to use her knuckles when digging in as her fingers weren’t strong enough to really apply enough pressure for the large muscles on the back of the leg. She did, working hard.
I could feel Rita relaxing beneath my fingers. When we got to the inside of her thighs, I moved her legs apart slightly. Meg was staring at the slit in Rita’s olive skin just peeking out from beneath the sheet. As we worked closer to it, I don’t think her eyes ever wavered away. However, she perfectly copied my movements, only getting close enough to hint at contact.
Then I removed the sheet from her completely revealing a wonderfully round rump. “Oh,” Meg cooed.
I shot her a look that meant, “Easy!”
“What’s wrong,” Rita tensed and started to lift herself up.
“Nothing,” Meg said, patting her leg. “I’m just a little jealous of your ass.”
Rita settle back down onto the table giggling. Giggling was a good sign. Her body relaxed and I felt the potential crisis was averted.
“It’s fat.” Rita’s voice came muffled through the headrest.
By this time, I was spreading oil over the object of our conversation. “No, it’s really nice,” Meg said.
Rita giggled again and playfully wiggled her butt a little.
“See?” Meg told her. “I can’t do that.”
Going back into teaching mode, I showed Meg how the lower back and upper leg muscles connect into the glutes. How to dig into the thickest muscles on the body to make sure they are relaxed. As I moved them around we got glimpses of a gorgeous little brown anus. Meg leaned over and looked closely glancing up at me gleefully.
I moved to touching the sensual parts of the body including some lesser known and used parts. The back of the knees, the inner lower back, the sides, nape of the neck and others. I explained each as I went. Though she made no sounds I could tell that Rita was enjoying each touch.
Then, from the lower back, I let my finger slide lightly between her cheeks and over her anus. She gasped and jumped. I added another finger and slide them over the outside of her vulva, not touching the center at all. When I reached the bottom, I reversed going back over the same area. I repeated this a few times and Meg stepped closer wanting to try. I shook my head. Not yet.
After several passes I let one finger glide down the center of her now very moist slit, flicking lightly over her clitoris when I got there. She cried out softly into the headrest. I continued to tease her like this until I knew she wasn’t far from an orgasm. But I didn’t want her to release face down.
I told her she could roll over and when she did I asked if she wanted the sheet. She hesitated and then said she was OK. I started on the front of her shoulders and neck. Her eyes kept fluttering open but she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking in Meg’s direction. I glanced there, too, wondering what she was seeing.
I had advised Meg to wear something that looked sporty but was also easy to remove for the massage. She was wearing black shorts and a white workout top that tied behind her neck. When I looked up, her nipples were clearly pressing through the fabric. I surmised that Rita was seeing Meg’s arousal like I was.
I let Meg work on her shoulders a little, then showed her the upper chest where there are muscles to be massaged. I did not move on to the actual breasts at this point, instead going around them. I showed her how the stomach and sides need a light touch. Meg practiced and I was surprised at how turned on watching her thin fingers glide over Rita’s belly made me.
Rita was watching her to this intermittently. I could see she was self-conscious about the pooch of her stomach. Meg was clearly enjoying touching her and I think seeing no judgement put RIta more at ease. We moved on to the legs and front of the hips. Then the erogenous zones on the front of the body.
Rita was particularly sensitive right below her belly button. As I moved my hands onto her breasts, I could see the arousal building in her very quickly. I showed Meg my process, which includes not attacking the breast or going directly to the nipple. It’s a teasing approach. Then she mimicked what I had just done.
Rita didn’t open her eyes this time. It turns out that Meg was an expert at breast massage. She had the teasing down instantly. Rita had smaller breasts than I had anticipated but they were still several times larger than Meg’s. Under our touch, her brown nipples began to protrude from the rest of the areola. They kept growing until they stood about an inch tall, the skin around them puckered.
Moving lower, I showed her how I tease across the belly, edging closer to the clitoris. Then letting my full palm glide over it. Meg followed suit. I figured if there were going to be an objection from Rita, it would likely be here. She said nothing, however.
I spread her legs a little more and began to tease her vulva and lips again as Meg watched. She was fully shaved so my fingers slide easily over her warm skin. Rita’s breathing became deeper and a little more rapid. An orgasm probably wasn’t going to take long. I slid my finger inside her and her reaction was immediate. Her back arched off the table a little. I pressed my thumb against her clitoris and she arched more.
Meg put her hand on Rita’s belly and started to caress her. That also seemed to intensify the reaction she was having. Then, she slid her hand onto her right breast. Rita opened her eyes and looked at Meg, who smiled down at her. Rita’s hips began to move in rhythm with my hands and I knew she was close. Then Meg improvised. She leaned down and flicked her tongue over the hollow of Rita’s neck where we had previously been caressing her.
That was the final straw. Rita’s whole body jerked. “Oh, shiiiiiiit,” she half screamed, half gurgled.
She came hard, her whole body convulsing. Her shoulder hit Meg in the jaw, knocking her face away. Rita was not in control of her body for a while. She twisted back and forth on the table and I held on to her so she wouldn’t fall off.
When she finally fell back, she looked at Meg with concern. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized.
“I’m fine,” Meg told her. “Totally worth it.”
I pulled my fingers out of Rita but continued to caress her inner legs and outer labia. She was still reacting so I knew she probably wanted a little more. As I did, Meg leaned down and took one of Rita’s big, beautiful nipples into her mouth. Meg is always a little aggressive and I wasn’t sure how Rita was going to feel about it.
She didn’t stop her. Looking up from her chest, Meg said, “I’m jealous of your ass, your nipples. You’re so hot!”
Rita blushed noticeably. Meg moved down to where I was and started to touch near her sex. I moved lower giving her the access. She did what I had shown her with teasing touches. Soon, Rita was again very aroused. She took her hand off the table and put it on Meg’s leg, sliding it under her shorts a little. I was sure that Meg was pantyless as usual. Rita wasn’t close enough to find out, though.
Meg took Rita’s hand and placed it on her breast, still covered by her white top. For a moment it remained there very still. Then, she squeezed gently. A little rubbing followed. Now Meg moaned a little. Retrieving her hand from between Rita’s legs for a moment, she lifted her top over her head. As she went back to work, Rita eyed Meg’s body. Her hand was on her stomach, touching her lightly.
Gingerly she slid her hand higher until she enclosed Meg’s entire, perky little breast in her hand. “I’m jealous of YOUR body,” she murmured.
I let go of Rita all together and stepped back to watch. Rita slid her hand to Meg’s other breast. Then back, then over her flat stomach again. Meg was clearly enjoying the attention and giving hers as well. Rita slid her hand around Meg’s side, to her back. She was soon touching her butt through her shorts.
Meg dropped her shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. Rita caressed her ass lightly. I could see the moisture glistening on the inside of Meg’s upper thigh and I knew she was extremely wet and aroused.
Rita eventually brought her hand back around to the front of Meg’s body and rubbed her stomach. She gradually, almost tentatively crept lower. When her hand reached Meg’s clitoris, she slid her thumb back and forth over it. Meg is very orgasmic and I knew this wouldn’t take long at all. Within a couple of minutes, she was riding Rita’s hand and having her own orgasm. Rita’s eyes were locked onto Meg’s face.
When her orgasm subsided, Meg pulled RIta’s legs apart and plunged her face between them. I’m not sure Rita was ready for that. Her eyes went wide for a moment, but that expression was soon replaced by arousal. Meg was correct. Her skills did translate splendidly.
I caressed her ass and slipped a finger into her while she licked and sucked Rita with abandon. Rita soon came again. Her thighs clamped tightly onto Meg’s head. Meg stood up, her chin wet with Rita’s secretions. She ran hands over Rita’s body and then kissed her on the mouth. I helped RIta up off the table.
She hugged Meg for a moment. Then she moved her backwards to the couch. Meg laid back and Rita timidly licked her clitoris. Meg spread her legs wide and grabbed onto Rita’s head which she pulled against her. She continued to lick her, on her knees in front of the couch. The view was sublime. Her beautiful, round cheeks and somewhat thick thighs framing her sex, sparkling with lubrication and saliva. I imagined what it would feel like inside her with her buttocks slapping into my stomach.
“Put your fingers in me,” I heard Meg demand.
Rita did. I knelt behind her and caressed her legs and ass. Then I leaned in and began to lick, suck and tease. Meg came twice more in pretty quick succession. Then she got up and came around to where I was. I had two fingers inside Rita’s vagina, pressing onto her g-spot. Stroking her clitoris with my thumb.
Meg placed her index finger against her anus and began to gently move it around. Rita, head and arms on the couch, knees on the floor began to moan loudly. Meg pressed against her anal opening and the volume increased. Then she pressed with the point of her finger and it slid partially in. “Oh, God!” Rita said loudly.
That was all the invitation Meg needed. She slid her finger deeper. Then as I continued what I was doing, Meg began to stroke in and out. Meg slapped her ass fairly hard, leaving her handprint. She pushed her finger all the way in. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” Rita said, the last one coming out more as a squeak.
She came, starting to collapse down toward the floor. I put my arm under her hips to hold her up. When she relaxed I let her go and she turned around and sat down on the floor. “I’ve never felt this spent,” she said.
“You can come back and experience it again,” I said.
“Oh, I will,” she said. “When my family is gone, I’ll be back.”
“Maybe next time we’ll let you use his big cock,” Meg said, patting me through my shorts.
“Oh,” Rita paused, clearly embarrassed. “I don’t think I could have actual sex with a man other than my husband. I’d feel too guilty.”
The lines between what is acceptable and unacceptable is so arbitrary among people that I’ve learned long ago not to question it.
“More for me,” Meg grinned. She reached her hand into my shorts and pulled me out. Given the last 90 minutes, I was fully erect.
“It is really thick,” Rita said. She was looking closely.
Meg climbed onto my lap and slid herself onto my penis. Rita watched as it disappeared inside her. Meg started to ride me, kneeling astride me on the floor. “Come here and touch me,” she told Rita.
Rita obeyed, her hands on Meg’s breasts. Then she kissed her neck and licked her nipples. Meg took her hand and placed it on her clitoris. As Rita rubbed her she continued to ride. “Show him your ass,” she said. “You like her ass, don’t you?”
“Yes, it’s very nice,” I admitted.
Rita stood up and turned around, bending over and bouncing her butt a little. It was a lovely view. I was leaning back against a chair, across from the couch. “Turn around and show me your butt while he licks you.” Meg can be very demanding.
Rita acquiesced. She lowered herself slowly onto my mouth. I slid my arms between her legs and grabbed onto her hips. I heard Rita slap her ass again as I started to lick her. She was very wet and tasted amazing. She actually started to ride my face a little.
I stuck my tongue between her lips and found her hot entrance. I flicked back and forth over it. From this position I can also show what a big nose is good for. I was rubbing it against her clitoris while my tongue worked lower. She started to come again. With it happening so quickly I began to wonder how deprived she must be.
Meg soon was coming again, too. She slid off me and took me into her mouth. She was much more animated than normal, putting on a show for Rita. When I started to cum she pulled me out of her mouth and let me shoot all over my stomach and chest. It was an epic ejaculation.
She licked most of it up grinning all the way. We sat on the floor talking for another 10 or 15 minutes about the experience and other things. Then we got up to help Rita get herself together.
“Thank you for a glorious morning,” she said. ”I had no idea it would be like this.”
“I think the pleasure is ours,” I said smiling.
“Yes,” Meg agreed.
Rita indicated again that she would be in touch in the future and then she left. Meg was still geeked. “I can’t believe I did all that! I didn’t know if I could.”
“Looks like you can make anyone cum,” I told her. “Your talents are boundless.”
We went to lunch and she spent the rest of the day at my place. She pleasured one another off and on throughout the afternoon.
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