She laughed to herself. How it is possible to get neck pain when you do so little exercise. Then she thought about the stress she felt. Being a slave to her laptop. The feeling of her shoulders shrinking and her spine contorting during the long and depressing book edits. The responsibilities she juggles daily and uncomplainingly.
So, this is how she ended up, face down in her bra and shorts, on a massage table. Did it make it easier that she had known Dave for some time? That he was qualified and experienced? Maybe more the former. She wasn’t especially comfortable with her body but he has always been a relaxing presence in their time together at work. He had a mixed persona. Gentle, approachable, warm and fun. Yet he was direct, honest and resolute. She had seen his attractively assertive negotiation skills and heard from him, as well as others, his ability to please women. This, strangely, didn’t put her off him. No one had a bad word to say about him. He was open in a disarming and charming way. His physical appearance also matched his persona. Average height, average build (perhaps not bad shape doe his age), dressed in a moderately conservative way; with some flairs that hinted of a deeper expressionism. He had lovely hands that looked soft, strong, inviting. He used them a lot in appealing demonstrative gestures that perhaps suggested he was secretively an artisan of darker trades.
Did she find him attractive? Definitely! Why hadn’t they ever connected? She thought about this, and her neck pain, realising that her current situation was the only time she had ever contacted him outside of work. He had genltly invited her to events. Group drinks after work. BBQ’s at weekends. She had always declined as other events, as well as the pressures of life and work, had taken priority. Now, her need for release had forced this situation.
She pondered again why she felt so comfortable in this moment. Things additional to his persona. It was how he had conducted his questions when she first arrived at his house. They demonstrated concern for her that made her feel relaxed and trusting. She was drawn into him. He had said nice things about how living with pain must have been tough and acknowledging how he can see how much work she does. She liked how his massage room was clean, warm and professional. It had a nice aroma of sage and mint. She was paying him and he had been perfectly professional.
He had described his treatment to her and that it would involve massage of the entire back and glutes. He had said that he was happy with her to keep her clothing on but if she felt comfortable, he would unhook her bra when she was faced down. She was ready, laying face down on the massage table, in anticipation. She heard him make final preparations and then his oily hands rubbing together. The final thing she heard was him saying he was going to start the treatment. Then warm large hands made reassuringly firm strokes up and down her upper-back. It was firm but not too painful. He got deeper as he found knots in her shoulder blades. He made frequent reassuring checks on her as his treatment moved down her back. She felt relaxed and the lack of sleep the neck pain had created caught up on her. Her breathing slowed and her eyes became heavy. She drifted off to sleep…
When she woke, she was laying on her front. The massage bed felt different. In fact, she slowly realised that she was on a softer and warmer surface. She checked her body and realised that her bra was re-hooked and her shorts were still on. How long had she been asleep? She looked and found all her belongings near her. She was alone. She checked her phone. She had slept for 16 hours!!! She frantically looked around and saw a bedroom with the door open. She could smell the delicious aroma of cooking. These were accompanied by reassuring kitchen noises and a relaxed hum of some popular tune that she couldn’t recall. All this looking around made her realise, that her neck was pain-free! In fact, she felt the most relaxed and refreshed she had ever been.
As she wondered in amzement at her recuperation, she heard the humming get closer and footsteps approaching the bedroom, she sat up a little. Dave popped his head around the door, smiled and warmly asked if she was OK. He had brought a glass of water. She had so many questions she wanted to desperately ask him about her situation. Somehow he knew and said that she had fallen asleep near the end of his treatment. He had left her for a while as he packed away, as this could often happen. When the sun had gone down, he was worried she would get cold so carried her to his bedroom. He didn’t mention about her modesty, which she actually found more reassuring. He approached the bed and asked how she felt, as he placed the water on the bedside table. She touched her own neck and told him how loose and pain-free it felt. He moved in, knelt on the bed and touched her as she twisted her body away from him to show it. His touch, this time was different and her response too. She felt it tingle the length of her nervous system and dissipate teasingly to all regions of her body, like a spark fading. Each time he checked different parts of her neck she felt the tingle. She inadvertently moved into his hand as he brought it round to the side of her neck. She felt herself body owed these miraculous hands for fixing her and reminding her of life without pain. It was subconsciously moving towards the source of release. She turned her head towards his hand and sniffed. She could smell herbs on his hand, rosemary perhaps, which transported her into a wonderful spring garden as she momentarily closed her eyes and enjoyed his relaxing presence. She surprised herself by kissing his hand, and then was shocked that she had done so. It remained there, unflinching. She kissed it again, this time consciously and deeper. Then a gentle lick of his fingers, tasting them. She gently sucked a finger. She twisted her body a little, so that she could continue the kissing up his arm. He stayed knelt on the bed and she now mirrored him with her kissing moving up past his round biceps and toward his neck. Her blue lacy bra now rubbing on his chest. She could feel his and her breathing deepen. She kissed his neck. His hand, that she had kissed was extended, as if hypnotised by her lip dance. However, his other hand made gentle but knowing contact with her shoulder and moved firmly across her back, towards her ass, pulling her into him. Her head moved across his as their lips brushed gently, their mouth-smells pleasant to eachother. She opened her lips slightly to his and she subtly moaned as she tasted him. Then deeper, a sliver of a tongue. Then more open and trusting. A discussion of trust and intent acted out between two moist muscles that represented the entire situation. His hand now grabbing her bum, pulling her into him tighter. She could feel his hardening cock pressing into her.
They kissed passionately for some time as their hands explored eachother. He slowly manoeuvred her onto her back as they continued to kiss. He had sublty unhooked her bra and removed it. He now kissed her neck and moved down to her pert breasts. He took them in his mouth and sucked and bit them firmly. She was getting wet. He continued to move down, making reassuring and intermittent kisses. He arrived at her waistband and using his chin, followed by his hands, pulled her shorts and blue lacy knickers down. She accidentally kneed him in his cheek but he didn’t flich. She caught his stern, wandering gaze fall upon her shaved pussy and pierced clit. He seemed transfixed, unblinking as he slowly moved his face down toward her crotch.
She leaned back and closed her eyes, conserving sensory energy for the impending pleasure. He wasn’t going to appease all her desperate wishes at once. He teased her. Playfully stroking his slightly open mouth around her pussy, breathing warm breaths on her sensitive skin. It felt amazing. She yearned for more direct touches. He moved in circles that narrowed around her pussy, then intermittently a brush over her clit, sending pleasure throughout her. She could feel the wetness building and slightly escaping her open pussy. She was so turned on. She wondered if she had ever been this turned on before?
He stopped all contact briefly. Then a the very faint tip of his tongue was gently circling her ass. Then licking up across her pussy; ending and lingering on her clit as it pulsated briefly. Then returning to the ass and repeating. Picking up and dropping of wetness as it traversed her incredibly wet, open and aching pussy. She then felt his tongue slow on its journey, pause at the opening of her pussy and tease inside. Each time longer and deeper. It felt like a warm convulsing cock, gently and wetly stretching her. Then licking her clit. She started to feel the building wave of sensations deep inside her. He lingered longer, each time on her clit. Then focusing on this. Moving his tongue around and underneath her piercing. He brought a hand to her pussy opening and inserted two fingers. The pads of the tips facing upwards towards the front of her pussy walls. His licking became deeper and faster. His fingers rubbing the right spot inside. She could feel her pussy firmly contracting around him. Her hips rotating and her glutes tensing. Her breathing increasing. She could feel her heart pounding and skins touch becoming electric. He added another finger. The pleasant pain of this stretching caused her to moan loudly. His tongue flicking her hood and firmly teasing around her exposed clit. The speed increasing. Him holding his hand in place, inviting her to move onto it at her whim. She could feel some movements inside her. Gentle and pleasurable twisting and beckoning of her imminent climax. He took her clit and hood gently into his mouth and sucked it, drawing more blood to it. Making it more sensitive. Then back to firmer and faster licking. He could feel the wetness inside her. She was close. The breathing deeper. The moaning louder. He continued, knowing any change to this could be terminal. He willed her to ride the wave completely. She arched her back as her entire body contracted and a slow electric-like shock travelled from her pussy up her spine. She fell heavily onto the the soaking bedsheets. He pulled the duvet over her still twitching body and returned to the kitchen…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wjbs7n/m_my_massage_experience