Just a massage (MF)

I lay on the table, face down, naked as the day I was born! A towel between me and the table, and another over my body. The room is a little warm, but it’s just right in this condition.

My nerves are getting tense, waiting. What if someone else walks in? But then I hear him. Walking slowly, each stair creaking as he comes up. As he approaches, this is a whole different kind of nervous! Just the anticipation is making me wet, my hips starting to squirm on their own. I wish he would just start already, then I could relax.

“The usual?” he says in his soothing voice. How I love hearing that voice. But it’s so much sexier when his hands are on me.

“Of course! You can’t improve on perfection.”

He looks at me and says, “There’s ALWAYS room for improvement with what I do. Someone can always feel better.”

As I put my head back in the pillowed headrest, face down, I say, “Well, let’s see if you can improve, then! After last time, I was relaxed all week.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his feet. No shoes or socks, just his feet. Clean and well manicured. I see them walk over the the small table. Then I hear him in the oil – the warm oil, warming his hands. Oh… this is the best part… the first touch with that warm oil.

A few moments later, I feel his touch on my left ankle, the warm hands wrapping completely around, and sliding slowly up my calf. His hands slide up to my knee and start back down, kneading slowly all the way. I can already feel the the stress leaving. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.

His hands follow the same track, up my calf to my knee and then back down. A second time, then a third. Then he moves past my ankle and presses over my heel. Oooo… the feet. This is heavenly. His fingers kneading every nerve in my foot. Down to my toes. Oh yes, between each toe! I hate my feet, but the oily sliding… it’s so perfect.

After finishing the left foot, his hands withdraw. I miss his touch already… He must be getting more oil…. Oh yes, there it is, the right leg this time. Mmmm….

The feet are great, but after that he moves above the knee, those large hands, one wrapping each thigh, gently spreading oil up and around my thighs. Up the back and down the outside, wrapping over the knee and to the inside. As his hands press into my flesh, I can only imagine what those hands would feel like REALLY pressing into me. My eyes close and I can picture it already, him filling me. Those fingers working their magic inside my pussy, kneading my breasts. I moan just a little, my hips moving in reaction.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” he says, his hands withdrawing.. NO! Don’t move away! You were so close! Oh, I want his hands where they shouldn’t be…

He continues on my thighs, softening them up, taking away all of the stress. Then he moves up beyond my thighs, rolling the towel up further, pressing up my hips, one hand on each side. His hands envelop my hips, working up, and then curling over the small of my back, fingers kneading the top of my ass, pressing into the flesh. He works my ass cheeks like dough, pushing and turning, kneading and pressing deep. The nerves tingle and my tight, toned ass turns to jelly. Damn he’s good at this!

When he’s done having his way with my ass, in a professional sort of way – that’s a real shame – I couldn’t hardly move my legs.

A few long sighs later, I flinch! The touch of warm oil up my spine. I know what’s coming next, and my fingers grip the table. He spreads the oil all over my back – his hands rubbing briskly back and forth, catching drips of oil as they run down my side. His hands move all over, down my back, over and around my ass cheeks, back up and over my shoulders, down the outside of my arms… his strong hands taking out the tension from every muscle they touch. He spreads that oil all the way down my arms and onto my hands… His fingers work across my palms and intertwine with mine, the oil letting them slide through each other. I curl my hands, catching his fingers in mine. I shouldn’t be doing this, but it feels so good…

He pauses until I let go of him, and then continues. Over the next many minutes, his magic fingers break down every knot in my back and shoulders. My neck loosens, and I could fall asleep right here.

I didn’t notice him move close to me, but he whispers in my ear, “are you ready for the improved part of this massage?”

My eyes snap open and my body tenses momentarily with the shock of what he asks. The next reaction is between my legs – I am instantly wet – and I can’t stop it! “I’m not going anywhere…” I pretend to relax, putting my head down.

He climbs on the table, straddling me, sitting on my ass. I can feel his hot flesh on me, no cloth between us!

His fingers go back to work, he presses deeper into my flesh, eventually wrapping his fingers around my chest and ever so lightly kneading the sides of my breasts. My nipples are rock hard, yearning for a fondling. I squirm, arching my back up and he obliges me, his fingers moving under me, catching my nipples between his fingers and squeezing. Oh shit! It almost hurts, but the shock through my body is worth it. Owww, but I need more!

He cups my breasts, fondling, moving a finger back and forth across my tit before pulling his hands down under my stomach. His hands are HUGE, fingers wrapping around my waist. Oh, this is good…

He pauses for a moment, and I notice the heat on my back. His cock hanging down, hitting me in the back every time he moves. Oh, that must be beautiful to watch. I can only imagine what that hard, hot cock looks like. What it tastes like! What it feels like inside of me.

He then lifts off of me slightly, the pressure reducing, and slides down over my ass and onto my thighs. He stops there and then moves his hands to my ass cheeks. He kneads my cheeks again, but this time, his thumbs are extended to the center. Every time he works over the cheeks and down to my thighs, his thumbs move closer and closer to my lips, and then up towards my ass. Each pass across my ass cheeks makes my wetter, and I lose focus.

After a few passes, his thumb brushes along my pussy and my body is on fire! PLEASE JUST PUT IT INSIDE OF ME! He is relentless, just a little closer every time.

“I don’t think I’m relaxed anymore!” I say, but it comes out muffled with my face buried in the tables headrest.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

OH! At that next pass, his thumb presses into me! It pushes deep, easily sliding between my dripping lips. My hips press up into him as he drives in, his hand up between my ass cheeks, his thumb buried deep inside my pussy. A moment’s pause, and he withdraws a little, then slowly, relentlessly pushes back in. AHHH, finally! My breathing deepens and quickens. With every breath, he pushes back in, with every exhale he withdraws. I can’t help but moan every time he pulls out.

He starts curling his thumb, touching all sorts of sensitive places. With each touch, I rock my hips more and more, harder and harder. I want him deeper inside. That thumb is nice, but I need more.

He pauses, and then his other hand, on my hip this whole time moves across my ass cheek. That second thumb, touches my ass and my mind soars! Is he going…. OH, God! It slides in… I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. Oh yes! Slowly… OHHhhhh…. My breathing turns ragged, in and out as I feel… Ohh… That… yes… I can’t think straight. His hand grasps my cheek as he is moving his thumb in my asshole. Oh that’s good.

Then the pressure – He pushes hard and slow… A moment later, his breath on my neck, he’s leaning forward on me. I hear him, “Our hour is up. Now you need to ask for more, or I’ve got to stop. Should I keep going?”

In barely a whisper, I ask, no I beg, “Please don’t stop…. More…”

He leans back up and begins an assault both my ass and pussy, his hands begin moving relentlessly, sometimes together, sometimes alternating, in and out, slow and hard, constantly moving, sliding in and out. Different pressure, touching all of my spots, working me so well, I want to cry out. Relentless is the word. Not stopping, it just keeps going. My legs start shaking. It’s coming… I can feel it.

He slows down, taking one hand off my pussy. “You’re not finished yet… but don’t worry, it won’t be long.” He slides in and out of my ass, but it’s slow, sensual… I want it HARD!

Then it hits me. The heat touches my pussy! Wow, his cock is huge! It pushes past my lips, his legs squeezing my thighs as he rocks forward, pushing his manhood in. the heat inside of my, starting down low, moving to my ass, then my abdomen. It doesn’t stop! He presses deep, filling me. Then I feel his thumb rubbing against his cock – with me in the middle. In sync, his cock and his thumb, thrusting together, bottoming out, a burning fire! Then back out for a moment and back in!

“PLEASE, NOW! PLEASE!” I yell at him. He doesn’t stop, deep every time. He slows, presses harder, holds longer. When he’s in me, I shake. I can’t control it. It’s taking over. “HARDER! GOOOO!!!”

Suddenly, and mercilessly, he pulls out his thumb, straightening his legs, throwing his full weight on me, and drives his cock HARD! And again! And again! Faster and harder with each thrust. “AAAaaaaa…AAaaa” I’m crying out, my body out of control. Again – hard into me!

And then he grows! I feel him inside of me. Swelling. Pulsing. Then I feel it! Everywhere! His heat, it radiates outward, swelling through me.

He groans and presses in, pushing hard and holds. His muscles clench, followed by more heat! A third time, a little less heat. I still can’t stop my shaking! A few more thrusts and his weight relaxes, spent. My quivering slows along with my breathing and my heartrate.

As he lays on me, his hips move, slow rolls, moving his deflating shaft in and out, slippery, keeping my senses turned on. this is the best part. I can feel every inch of him against me, his skin on mine, his mouth on my neck, his breath across my shoulder.

His fingers begin caressing me, lightly dragging across my skin, making every nerve sing. I could lay here all day, enjoying his touch. The after-massage. Far better than the actual massage.

Then he whispers in my ear, just barely above hearing, “was that an ‘improvement’ over last week?”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w46x07/just_a_massage_mf