“Massage?” One of us asked.
“Let’s” the other replied.
Did we kiss? Did he hold me? Did I touch him? I can’t remember all the exact details. I was clouded by thoughts of wanting his cock in me, in my mouth. So so badly. But not yet. Remember we said no sex… Massage first, I told myself. Plus I always had this fantasy of being massaged by a male masseuse with a happy ending ;)
I changed out of my lingerie and slip back into my wet knickers. No bra since he’s focussing on my tight shoulders!
I’m still horny af from before. Flashback from minutes ago, in lingerie in front of G, his lustful gaze eyed me from top to bottom, a slow twirl to show off my ass knowing how much he loved them…
I can feel the dampness between my legs, dripping down my thighs. I need to calm myself down, be in control somehow. I can feel my face warming, that feeling of needing him to fuck my brains out.. I swiftly laid face down on the bed before I got carried away. I may have had a little towel covering my bum, or maybe I was under the covers.
Even partially under the covers, you could still see my curves. I was secretly hoping the sight of me, a woman in her 20s almost naked, would make him lose control, pin me down, take me there and then, fuck me hard.. but he was being respectful. Damn it. This makes me want to tease him more!
He rubbed oil over my back. Focusing on my tight shoulders, then to the lower back.. He took his time, worked on my knots, it felt so so good. The lavender massage oil was also calming. I was less horny, only briefly.
He hands moved to my thighs. More oil. More rubbing. I lifted my bum a little, spread my legs a little wider, inviting him to explore. He took the cue. Hands moving closer to the groins.. I can feel my clit swell, my body responding, I groan softly, and move in rhythm with his hands. I was so horny I had to hold on to the sheets to resist touching myself. My tiny knickers were soaking at this point…
He asked me to flip over. I complied… He oiled my chest, my nipples, and reached further down from over my head. He massaged my inner thighs, my groins, and his thumb would lightly graze my pussy.
My eyes were closed. I can hear the fabric of his shorts just above my head. As he reached further, I can just about feel his hard bulging cock next to my face. My heart was racing. I was taking deep breaths and moaning softly as if begging for more. The teasing and edging has gone on for so long, I wanted him so bad, I needed him, I needed to cum… I kissed his cock (over the shorts) and I hear a soft satisfying “hmmm” from him.
Part 3 to follow.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u8zovp/reconnecting_fwb_lingerie_massage_cheating_part_2