The Massage Goddess: Jane, Pt. 2 (FF)

​

At first, after turning over, I felt that familiar exposed feeling. Dani worked on my feet, which was divine. She also kneaded my hands, which felt far better than I would expect. She even massaged my scalp, which nearly drew me to another orgasm by itself.

Now, she is rolling her hands over my belly, side to side. She works from the tops of my shoulders down to my waistline. When she reaches my large mounds, she climbs up and cascades down. She gives a little extra attention to my nipples as she passes by.

Once she touches my nipple, I yearn for her to focus there. Sure enough, Dani knows, and detours back up to my chest. Closing my eyes, I see flashes of the beach, now at daytime. This memory had been tucked away, and I had completely forgotten until now.

We lay in our lounge chairs in our villa, overlooking the gulf. It was morning, before the buzz of the villagers and tourists began. The beach was mostly empty, except for the occasional early riser strolling along the shore.

I was laying topless, bathing in the sunlight and embracing my inner exhibitionist. I don’t remember what led to it, but my ex had climbed on top of me, and he tugged and kissed and nibbled on my nipples for what seemed like forever. It was bliss. I remember thinking how if only he knew to touch my clit, or do SOMETHING else, I would have melted right through the crossbars of the lounge chair.

I’m back with Dani now. She has climbed on top of the table, and she’s kneeling between my legs. I open my eyes and my senses return. She doesn’t bother looking up, but says, “Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” I groan, feeling more burning than ever inside me. It’s like years of sexual frustration has built and built and now she’s tapping at the door, inviting it all to pour out.

Dani is making long strokes up and down the sides of my body, from my knees to my shoulders. Her touch alternates between deep and barely detectable. Her upper body sways back and forth in a rowing motion. Dani’s eyes are closed, she looks completely engrossed in her craft.

Her mystical hands seem to summon an invisible force, hidden deep inside me. She collects, then redistributes the energy, like a rake that stokes hot embers. An inner swirling begins and it accumulates in my loins. Dani has placed and lit the kindling masterfully to set the stage for an epic flame.

Dani pulls off, and I hear her pour and spread oil over her hands. Still between my legs, she takes her thumbs and presses them firmly into both groins and pinches them together with her fingers. This motion seems to concentrate the chaos she is stirring inside my being. Mini-orgasmic sparks pop all around my reproductive area as she rubs my bikini line. My thick thighs start to quiver, rumbling into her frail body between my legs.

My hands seek somewhere to go, something to grasp onto while my body trembles. Finding no landing place, I reach behind me and grab hold of the back of the massage table. I notice the added leverage allows me to buck and thrash my hips more freely. My body screams impatiently to be driven to climax, but my head knows Dani is going to draw this out. I love and hate her for drawing me into such a state.

Gradually, painstakingly, she maneuvers her thumbs and fingers closer and closer, and she’s now massaging the wet and swollen outermost layers of my labia. My body shutters.

I look down at her. I want to see her hands on me. She must sense my glare, because she looks up while she kneads my pussy. Her eyes are like ice blue lasers, sending shocks of current through my soul. “What do you want, Jane?” Dani purrs. “What do you want? Right. Now. In this moment.”

“I want,” I choke the words out, trying to find breath between the fireworks exploding in me. “You. To finger my g-spot. And. My. Rub my clit. And then” I struggle to utter. I reach for my own nipple with my right hand, and writhe under my own touch. I didn’t need to finish the sentence for her to understand.

Dani flashes her knowing smile. She knew what I wanted. The intention was for me to know it. And say it. To recognize my need and desire and to say it out loud without shame or hesitation.

She begins to grant my request, first by tracing her fingernails up the center of my belly and between my tits, and back down again. Then she reaches back up to pinch and twist and tease my left nipple. She and I each have one, now.

Her other hand will soon drive me off of this cliff and leave me airborne. I can already sense the freedom and liberation of falling freely with no constraints. Dani uses all of her fingers to rub my clit in circles, the bundle of nerves pressing the pad of each fingertip.

Then her index and middle ride down to my eager hole. They slide in easily, my body fully trusts her entrance this time. As if it were planned and practiced, she curls her fingertips and drives straight into my magic spot.

My legs and arms shoot out, nearly freeing them from their sockets. “Aawwwrr ffffuck,” I howl. I inhale deeply, dramatically, then groan, “Uuuhhhgg.”

“That’s right,” Dani cheers. She masterfully maneuvers her fingers in a come hither motion and sneaks her thumb up to my aching knobby nub. All over, my skin feels hot and inflamed from the searing inferno Dani stirs.

She guides me to another vision, again to the beach in Mexico. I’m under the shade of our villa, and there’s a magnificent sunset sinking into the distance. The white trellis overhead frames the brushstrokes of purple, pink and orange above the still blue sea.

Mike is back. He’s next to me, but his presence is weak. I’ve tried to block this memory. The scene was so perfect for a mind blowing orgasm, but he couldn’t deliver. His wife, naked and eager in paradise, and he couldn’t do it. He clumsily touched my clit and nipples, but it wasn’t enough. I tried to help him, so I touched myself, too.

All four of our hands working, straining, and I could incite only the faintest of climaxes. More like a plateau. The sinking disappointment returns to my belly, but it’s short lived. The touch of Dani’s magic hands returns to my senses. I look over to see the chair beside me is empty.

I find relief that he is gone. Any feelings of loneliness or isolation are short lived. I’m far too engrossed in my own pleasure to give a shit about Mike. I’m hanging in the balance between the two worlds, feeling every millimeter of Dani’s slippery touch, while also bathing my exposed flesh in the kaleidoscope sunset.

A freight train revs and begins to depart in my loins. I know I’ll be sent back soon, so I take one final look beside me. Still just me. With a serene smile, I gaze once more at the horizon before I’m fully present on the table again.

When I land back into my body, the freight train has gained speed, and there is no slowing it down. Like wheels on a track, our four hands have me running at full speed. The magnitude of my upcoming eruption increases by the second.

The first shockwaves begin to course through me, like tremors before an earthquake. Dani’s fingers are unrelenting. Her thumb strikes my clit at lightning speed. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes!” I scream, unconcerned about my volume.

I look down to her and see she’s already locked her eyes on me. Her ocean blue eyes seduce and coax my repressed and imprisoned orgasmic self. We hold our connection while my thighs bounce up and down off of her table, rocking it back and forth.

I buck and thrash my hips in involuntary spasms. I’ve surrendered my body to her in this moment and I’ve never felt more free. The dopamine and endorphins rush through my veins and suspend my body in intense pleasure.

I finally reach my climax, and it is glorious. “Ho! Ho! Ha! Ah! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohh!” I yell. Liquid warmth collects at my center and shoots out of me forcefully. My throat is dry from heaving and yelling, and my face is coated with sweat and tears of complicated emotions. Dani slows down, reading that I am descending.

Between my come and sweat, and Dani’s massage oils, I’m completely covered in warmth and wetness. I feel fully back into my body as Dani pulls her fingers out of me and releases my nipple. The scents of the oils fill my senses, which comfort me.

Dani remains placed between my legs, now gently stroking me from ankle to belly, allowing me to gently return to reality. My brain starts spinning, searching for what to say in this moment. “Just breathe,” she tells me. “Don’t rush yourself.”

I’m able to extend the moment for several breaths. “Thank you,” I say, softly. “That was… It was…” I can’t put the right words together. “Exactly what I needed.”

She bows, and gestures toward me. “You are welcome,” she replies. “But you should know. It was you the whole time.”

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/gcjl97/the_massage_goddess_jane_pt_2_ff