[mf] My first sexual massage

Diana and I woke up hungover on a Saturday morning last year. We started drinking at like 130am after getting back from Blade Runner 2049 (I loved it; she hated it) and paid the price for our hubris. We’re not in college anymore.

So we woke up at like 1030. She had some volunteering to do– and did it drunk because she’s a champ– and I had some greasy food to eat so I could feel better. One Al Pastor burrito later, I’m back at her apartment, and she gets home. We go back to sleep for a few hours. Upon waking up for the second time, she complains that I’m not touching her enough. Which, to be fair, I probably never am. “Ok, how about I give you a massage?” She agrees and I ask, “With oil?” and she agrees to that, too. She didn’t have any coconut oil in the room, and I wasn’t walking an Entire Flight of Stairs to get it, so I made do with the body oil she had right there.

I began without the oil. After getting her naked and putting her hair up in a bun, she was on her stomach (on a towel, of course) and I was straddling her thighs and just running my hands up her back and over her shoulders. I kissed the back of her neck and stroked her sides (and DIDN’T tickle her because I’m a saint with oodles of self-control) and traced my finger tips down her arms. I dug my thumbs into the muscles around her shoulders and down her spine, and finally got the bottle of oil ready.
I drizzled some along her back and on her shoulder blades, causing her to shiver. I rubbed it in and quickly realized I’d need more, so I didn’t skimp the second time around. I rubbed it in and she was already sighing, so I took my time just gliding my hands on her back and letting her desire build. Then I started really digging my knuckles in, and it hurt, but it’s that good kind of hurt that comes from untying knotted muscles and those magical leg rollers that some of you are probably familiar with. My hands spent time with each vertebrae, digging in to the muscles there and moving up and up and up, all the way to her shoulders. I squeezed and listened to her breathing, her quiet moans.

I’d never given her a massage before, but we both knew where this is going.

Back down my palms slid, and I adjusted my seat to between her legs, so I could get at her calves and lower thighs as well. I drizzled some more oil on her ass cheeks, down her crack (eliciting a lovely shiver), and along the backs of her legs. After rubbing the oil into her skin, and judiciously avoiding the visibly wet slit between her legs, I began rubbing her calves. I kneaded the muscles with my fingers, my palms, my knuckles, pulling out each trick so I could stall before going where I know she wants me to. The backs of her thighs, as well as the muscles on the inner and outer sides. I squeezed her ass and resisted the temptation to give it a good smack. She probably wouldn’t have minded, but this was about soft, affectionate touches, not sharp, painful ones. My thumbs ran along the line where her ass meets her leg, and I traced that line over and over again, parting her cheeks and grazing the outer, outer edges of her labia.

“Turn over.” I heard a slight sigh, but she had no room to complain. A full body massage when you’re tired isn’t the worst thing in the world.

She flipped onto her back and I wasted no time distributing some more oil onto her breasts, her stomach, and her upper thighs. I focused on her breasts first, treating them gently and stroking her nipples. My palms slid over her rib cage and a thumb poked into her belly button as her hips moved a bit. I knew she was getting antsy, but I stayed the course, rubbing her quads and spending an unnecessary amount of time doing so. I began stroking them upwards with my palms, my thumbs dragging along the insides of her legs. They inched closer and closer until I was tracing the outer edges of her pussy with each motion, making her breath get ragged and uneven.

“Is this what you want?” I teased. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” She nods her assent, but I continued teasing her. Finally, I ran a finger along her pussy. She was soaked, obviously, but not because of the oil. She shuddered and moaned. I decided to add a little more oil, just for fun, drizzling the cool substance on her swollen lips and the little tuft of pubic hair she has. I began gliding my entire hand over her sex in long, slow motions. First my fingers, then my palm, from just above her asshole to her stomach. I started spreading my fingers to catch her clit between them, applying a little bit of pressure between them.

Finally, I entered her.

Two digits at first, and she practically melted. With my free hand pressing down on her clit, I began fingering her. Curling my finger tips against her g spot and sitting on one of her legs to keep her from squirming too much. I slid my digits in and out, making her cum easily as she writhed beneath me. I’d never used more than two fingers before, but I added a third easily and she gasped, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I could feel her pussy spasming and clenching my fingers as I focused on her g spot. I added a fourth finger and probably could have gone for the whole fist, but she was going wild at this point, so it didn’t seem necessary. Neither of us are really sure how many times she came at this point, because her orgasms sort of roll into one another and also who really cares, but it was a lot.

She was begging me to fuck her at this point, so who was I to argue? I pull my boxers off hastily and thrusted into her with no preamble, no more foreplay, just a loud sigh from the both of us. I knew she’d be limber after all the muscle relaxing, so I swung her calves up onto my shoulders and bent her pretty much in half. I’d like to say I lasted for another hour or so, but I’m not made of stone. It didn’t take long before I emptied a thick load of cum as deep inside of her as I possibly could, leaving us both panting, and sweaty, and even more tired (but at least more relaxed) than we were before we started.

We cleaned up the ungodly amount of oil and cum and sweat, and promptly collapsed back in bed, ready for another nap.

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