The bedroom was filled with a vanilla scent as I started applying the oil. I started with plenty of it drizzled on Jill’s back, and I began massaging her shoulders and upper back, working the oil into her soft skin, kneading the muscles.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Jill said, her voice muffled slightly as she lay with her face half in a pillow. I kept working on her upper back from beside her, making sure my fingers reached her neck and upper arms. Adding more oil, I worked my way down her back, stopping at the base of her spine. I also worked up and down her outstretched arms, from the shoulders down to her fingertips. Whenever I reached her hands, she would squeeze my hand in hers. I could feel the tension in her body dissipate as I worked, and something else take its place: a building heat in her whole body, radiating from her center. This was even though the oil was cool, just warmed by my hands. She turned her head fully to the side so she could speak clearly.
“This is wonderful, but I wonder if it might not be easier on you to be at a straight angle,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, still leaning from my position on my knees beside her on the bed.
“I mean if you climb on top of me, you don’t have to lean, and you have a better angle to massage deeper,” Jill said. “I really like it when you go deep, and when I’m very slippery.”
I chuckled, and moved so that I was straddling her butt, the only part of her body covered — in this case by white lace panties.
“Ahhh,” Jill said as my erect cock made contact with her ass. “That’s better. For your arms and back, I mean. Better angle.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Don’t forget to add more oil!”
Grabbing the bottle, I poured a generous amount on her already slippery back, and spread it across her skin, working up and down from the base of her neck to her ass, back up, and out to her shoulders. Jill put her face back down into the pillow and said something.
“What’s that, honey, I can’t hear you,” I said.
Jill repeated herself, still muffled, but turned her head enough to say, “Come closer,” so that I could hear. I put my hands on either side of her arms and bent over so my head was on one side of hers. In doing so, I pushed my cock harder against her ass and my chest pressed on her, so that my front was as slippery as her back.
“What were you saying?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing,” she said cheerfully. “But now that you’re here…” She pushed her ass back against my cock, and wiggled it back and forth, creating a pliant rough friction through a layer of lace and one of cotton that made me moan. I forgot all about the massage for a moment, lost in the delicious feeling in my dick as she pressed her ass back so hard I wondered if I would be crushed, and squirmed back and forth, up and down.
“My God,” I muttered. The feeling of her pushing her ass back on my cock made me want to give up on the massage and fuck her so badly, but I resisted. After what felt like too short a time, Jill stopped grinding, and rolled over onto her back, with me still straddling her. My cock was now just an inch from her pussy. I could feel it straining against my underwear, desperate to recapture the grinding feeling.
“Time for the front, please,” she said. “And don’t spare the — ”
“Don’t spare the oil, I got it,” I said. “No worries there. I love to see your sexy body all oiled up!” I poured a copious amount of oil on her stomach, just below her ample breasts, and started running my hands over her flat stomach, careful to avoid her chest, if only to spare my cock from bursting out at the feel of her tits. I did this for several minutes, never allowing even my fingertips to brush her breasts. I loved the feel of her slick, soft skin. Despite my careful, teasing avoidance, I was tempted to reach out and touch her erect nipples.
“I feel like maybe this isn’t a complete massage,” Jill said. “Not very thorough.”
“Oh?” I said innocently. “What am I missing?”
“My tits!” she exclaimed. “I want your hands all over my tits!”
“Oh, OK…” I said, feigning reluctance even as I grabbed the oil. I poured it over one breast, then the other, until oil was dripping down either side of her torso. I began kneading one breast with both hands, squeezing every so often. I made sure to run my thumb over her hard nipple, loving the little moan that escaped her lips each time. I moved the two-handed massage to her other breast, and was rewarded with more moans. Jill had her eyes closed, her pussy, wet and since I straddled her, it was getting even wetter. She seemed to be resisting the urge to try to reach between their legs and touch herself. I switched to one hand per breast, continuing to knead and squeeze. I also pinched each of her nipples.
“Ahhh,” Jill said. “I love that.”
“Not part of the traditional massage,” I said.
“Neither is this,” she said. “Take off your underwear and get up here.”
I did not argue, getting off her long enough to ditch my underwear and throw it aside. I got back on top of her, knees on either side of her hips.
“Up here,” she said, her eyes open now and locked on mine. She tapped between her breasts with one hand. “And give me the oil.”
I handed her the bottle and slid up her body until my cock was where she had tapped. Jill poured out the oil onto my cock and her tits, until both were slippery. I admired the sight of her glistening tits, smooth, soft, slippery. I could only look for a second, because Jill pushed her tits together, squeezing them around my cock. I grunted, and started thrusting. The oil meant there wasn’t much friction, and it wasn’t the rough-but-pleasant feeling from being rubbed through my underwear, but the sensation was entrancing. We both moaned as I thrust and she moved her tits up and down along the length of my cock. She reached around and grabbed my ass, spreading oil there in the process, and pushed me even higher. At the same time, she lifted her head off the pillow and took my cock in her mouth. The oil was edible and she was enjoying the heavenly feeling of having my pulsing dick in her mouth.
She started bobbing up and down furiously, sucking my cock fast, as fast as she could. The oil meant it slid as fast and easily as we could both want.
“Mmmfff,” she breathed after releasing my cock. “I love having your cock in my mouth,” she said, laying her head back on the pillow. “Fuck my face. Fuck it hard.”
I put my cock back in her mouth, which was now covered in oil and spit, and started thrusting as fast as she had moved her head before. The combination of the oil and her saliva made lewd smacking noises as I thrust. Jill tapped on my hip to signal to stop, and when her mouth was free again, she said “I want a complete massage, and that means my cunt, you hear?”
I reached out and cupped her pussy through her panties. It was soaking wet, which sent a pleasant tingly shock through my body and my dick.I drizzled oil all over her groin, turning her white panties transparent. Oil dripped down to pool between her ass and the bed. Her pussy was outlined through the drenched lace, and I enjoyed the intoxicating sight before stripping her panties off her and tossing them aside. I worked as slowly as I had on the rest of her body, rubbing the inside of her thighs and the top of her mound before working down the lips on either side of her wet hole. Jill started moaning deep in her chest as I ran my fingers up and down her lips, stopping occasionally to rub my thumb over her throbbing clit. Jill lifted her legs and tried to spread them ever farther apart to give me more access.
“I love when you play with my cunt,” she breathed. “Now I want you to fucking slap it! Slap my cunt!”
I smacked her pussy with the flat of my hand, not too hard. I knew just the right force to use to send the exquisite sensation from her pussy to fill her entire body. I smacked over and over again, the combination of her wetness and the oil making more lewd, wet sounds.
“Oh fuck!” she yelled. “Oh fuck!”
“You like having your cunt slapped?” I asked. “You like being so wet down here?”
“I love it!” she said. “I fucking love you slapping my soaked pussy!”
I kept up the smacks on her cunt as she panted and grunted and writhed on the bed. In one moment while she was still, I dove between her legs and started licking furiously up and down her pussy lips.
“Ah! Holy fuck!” she shouted. “Lick it!”
I shifted my focus to her clit, moving my tongue as fast I could, and holding her hips to keep her pelvis still. I flicked my tongue over her clit, stopping occasionally to suck gently on it, which caused Jill to jerk her hips uncontrollably. She put her hand on the back of my head, and pushed down, as if she wanted my tongue to be part of her pussy.
“Oh my God, I’m going to cum!” she screamed, grabbing my hair in her hand, shuddering as her exhilarating orgasm tore through her. When I felt her grip on my hair relax, I sat up and looked at her. She was still breathing hard, eyes closed, coming down from her orgasmic high. When she opened her eyes, I smiled.
“You know, it hasn’t been a complete massage yet,” she said. “There’s still one last spot that you haven’t got to…”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w8yhnw/massaging_jill_part_one
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