The Massage
Life is always wonderful. To be able to wake up every day
and enjoy the inhalation of a single breath should be sufficient to
make one thankful. And in everyone's life, there is much to be
thankful for. Yet, there are also always those things that our
lifestyle denies us; things we wish we had or could experience.
Through whatever quirks of fate manipulated my life, I found myself
wishing for something that I could apparently neverhave.
You see, I'm a cop who happens to be like many others in that
I'm a computer buff. Through the use of my computer, and different
On Line services, I met a beautiful person. Now, this is a truly
unique way to meet someone in that it rules out our natural tendency
to by physically prejudiced. When I first interacted with this woman
I had no idea of her race, height, weight, hair color, etc.. All I
had to judge her by was her literacy, and her ability to articulate
her thoughts. In all honesty, the thing that first attracted me to her
was a quote that she had in her profile which caught my attention due
to its bluntness. Soon, we were chatting daily, and exchanging
phone calls so that we could hear each others' voices. Inflection can
mean so much.
This relationship which started to unexpectedly, and
grew to become something so pleasurable, was also filled with frustration. Sure,
we could exchange pictures of each other, which helped our imaginations some, but we could certainly
never touch each other through the computer.
The quirks of fate mentioned earlier had me living
in one state, and she several states away. A lot farther away than a day trip, or even a weekend
trip short of serious expense through air travel.
With proper planning, and after much too long of a wait,I finally managed to find the time
to fly up to see her. Nervousness combined with excitementcombined with a heady giddiness
that I hadn't felt since high school. Just the same, duringthe flight, I enjoyed thoughts about our
time together and how it would be spent. Making love withher crossed my mind a lot more than
once, and as a result, I was in a noticeably excited statewhen I got off the plane, looking for her
at the debarking ramp. When I saw her, I knew her immediately.
Her body was exquisite as I examined her from head to toe,
knowing she'd take no offense and that she was doing the same thing to
me. Giggling softly, she pointed her chin at my full crotch and
asked sweetly, Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy
to see me?
Partly embarrassed, and partly on cloud nine, I chuckled
at the old joke. No banana, I said softly. Happy to be here, I added. Her smile grew. Nice
outfit, I complimented her as we began to walk toward the exit. It accents your shape well.
Thank you, she replied, hesitating as if wanting to
say something but unsure if she should.
Our conversation stayed calm and very controlled while
we made our way out of the airport and to her car.
The ride to her place was frustrating,
exciting, sensual, buzzing with energy. For most of the ride, where she didn't need two hands
to drive, we held hands and I'd never realized how much could be expressed through so simple
a touch. And then we arrived at her place.
Again hand in hand, I let her lead me to her room, waitingas she opened the door and
gestured for me to enter. The idea of being presumptuouswas non-existent between two people
who knew each other as well as we did, but I still had to hesitateat making myself at home in this
woman's apartment. All of the normal rules of romance weredone away with. We were
operating on new ground, exploring new territory, workingas partners; the only difference was
that this was our first time physically together, alone.
I set down my suitcase and we embraced. The kiss was just
all that I imagined it would be, and I felt her hands on my body, moving, seeking, touching
me everywhere. I could feel her breasts pressed against me, and I know she could feel my
hard cock pressing through my jeans against her belly. When at last we stopped to breath, her
voice was soft in my ear, full of humor and wanting. So, do we just strip and have our way with each
other? Or do we make an attempt at taking our time?
I had thought about this for months, and had just the perfectanswer. Oh, I said surely,
We definitely take our time.
I pulled away from her andretreated to my suitcase. You see, I
explained as I worked, I've been planning this as a specialevent for you ever since we knew we'd
be together. I stood up from my suitcase with a bottle ofbaby oil in my hand. I turned to look
her square in the eye. It's an experience unique to be cherished,not rushed or floundered in.
She saw the baby oil and remembered my talk of massages. Her appreciation of the idea
was visible in her eyes. Turning from her but continuingto talk, I went to the bathroom to get the
tap water running hot; Unless you have some objection,I plan to give you the best massage
you've ever had, as it's been described to you before, I paused to poke my head out and smile,
and then I'll do my best to release every bit of sexual tensionyou've brought with you to this
moment. I finished filling the sink with steaming hotwater and dropped the baby oil bottle in to
begin heating it up.
She was still standing motionless where I'd left her, witha smirk on her face. Once again
gesturing at my full jeans she asked, Are you going to beable to contain yourself long enough to
complete your mission? Doing my best not to chuckle atmy own discomfort I answered her
softly and surely as I stepped close and pulled her bodyagainst mine. I hope so. It would be a
great additional tease for you to feel my hardness rubbingand touching you unexpectedly
throughout the massage.
All trace of humor disappeared from her face as the sexualtension overwhelmed her.
Reality set in as well, and she began to tremble mildly;not cold, or scared, but so full of
adrenaline that her body needed the release. Normallytaken as a bad thing, an adrenaline rush
prior to a massage is great, because the newly relaxed muscleshad stores of energy reserves to
tap during the ensuing sexual fervor.
Kissing her softly on the lips, and allowing my lips to travelher cheeks, jawline and neck, I
began to undress her, fighting to keep the attention ofmy lips and tongue on her skin as I pulled
her sweater from her and worked further still to removeher bra. As my mouth traveled down her
body to her erect nipples, my hands moved down as well, findingand undoing the button and
zipper of her jeans. Once undone, I hooked both her jeansand her panties with my thumbs,
pushing them down as I bent over, letting my eyes travelher body as I went.
Bending further still, I found myself face to crotch withthe most perfectly trimmed patch of
pubic hair I'd ever seen, itself framing a perfect set ofpouting pussy lips. My kisses stopped
above her pubic line as she leaned on my shoulders for supportand stepped from the lowered
jeans. Standing back up, I could smell her husky wetnessas it lubricated those pouty pussy lips,
and I longed to taste those same juices. In time, I remindedmyself.
Kat was all I'd knew she'd be. Proportional, curvaceous,not skinny the way so many
models prefer, but not overly rounded like many an Italianmother. I stepped to her once again
and led her to her own bed. She laid down on her stomach, asI instructed, displaying that perfect
naked ass to my view. Not able to resist the temptation,I bent forward and placed a wide
mouthed tongue filled kiss on her left ass check, gentlybiting the same spot as I pulled away. She
giggled in response, a giggle mixed with a moan of approvalat the contact.
Wait, I said softly. The baby oil was hot by now and I filledthe ice bucket with hot
water to keep it that way. Dropping the baby oil bottle intothe bucket, I grabbed a towel and
placed it all on the bed stand. Then, standing where Katcould see me, relaxed and lying in the
position she was in, I undressed myself, making every movewith precision and purpose. I took
off every piece of clothing as if it were important, andwas careful to pause between each article
to allow her to appreciate the new patch of nudity. Arrogance? No. This was a woman who had
long shared her most intimate fantasies with me, and whoobviously felt the same attraction in
person. It would be unkind to hurriedly strip, not allowingher the same chance I had: to patiently
examine and appreciate the naked form of a member of theopposite sex prior to experiencing that
nude form in its fullness.
Once naked, I moved to the bed, behind where she could seeme, and I saw her eyes
following the form of my hard cock as I moved around the bed. Not huge, and not small, my
cock seemed acceptable to her, especially given the stateof high excitement we were both in.
Crawling onto the bed on my knees, I made sure that I couldreach both her and the ice bucket,
now full of steaming water and a bottle full of hot baby oil. Are you ready? I teasingly asked.
Oh, yes, she replied without pause. Do me, she continuedplayfully.
With a smile on my face, I positioned myself near on her rightside, near her feet. I filled
one palm with hot baby oil, rubbed it into my hands and tookher right foot to massage. This was
something that I had described to her at length in our earliestconversations. I'd massage each
foot, moving to the calf, and then the thigh, careful notto make contact with her wanting wet
pussy. That leg complete, I'd move to the other foot andrepeat the process, once again getting
close to, but not touching, her frustrated sex.
In our virtual massage session, when I finished her legs,my massage was discontinued.
Our desire to have me inside her was too great. This timeI was determined for that to not
happen, and so, upon completing her left thigh, beforewe could think twice, I positioned myself
to straddle her thighs. On her stomach as she was, her legstogether, and me almost sitting in the
middle of the backs of her thighs, she could barely moveat all, much less push up her hips to offer
me her pussy.
Her frustration, I knew, must be growing,because my cock was rubbing against
some part of her almost constantly. Indeed, in the positionI was now in, my cockhead was
bouncing against her ass, touching her right in the creaseof her cheeks, not inches from her
dripping slit. Ahh, delicious torment.
Filling both hands with hot baby oil, I grasped the roundcheeks of her ass, rubbing firmly
and grasping as I rubbed. My hands massaged her perfectbutt from curve of hip, to crease of leg,
spreading her cheeks gently with the rotating motion,exposing her clenched asshole to the cooler
air of the room. The rotating massage continued, differingin the size of the rotational circles, so
that sometimes my hands barely moved at all; others, myhands spread her cheeks far and my
thumbs came together to massage oil across her anus. Notone to pursue unsure activities, I
avoided any pressing attempts at her asshole, sure thatthe caress was pleasurable and
concentrating on that effort.
When my hands met no resistance in the plying of her ass cheeks,I moved on to massage
her back. Now adjusting my position, my cock was fully layinglike a heavy log in the crease of
her oiled butt. My hands, covered again with hot oil separatedand caressed the different muscle
groups of her back, massaging, spreading and relaxingthose stress-filled muscles. The back takes
the most time, and we spent some twenty minutes like that.
My hands on her, her relaxing under
my touch, both of us teased by the contact of my hardnesswhich occasionally dripped a drop of
clear pre-come between the cheeks of her ass. That dropsat there, unable to be absorbed into the
oiled skin, acting as a lubricant for the occasional slidingmotion of my erection as I finished
relaxing her back.
Moving on to her neck, I sat higher on her body, and some ofthe frustration eased up.
My hands gently but persistently massaged her neck andupper shoulders, forcing them to relax,
releasing the pent-up stresses carried with all of us asa result of day to day life. I was careful to
rub down across her shoulders to include the backs of eachof her arms. So many places people
usually forget during a massage. But now her back was done,and the truly erotic part of the
massage began.
Getting up from her, I had her turn over, instructing herin the needed positioning of her
body. Body straight, arms to her sides, palms down, herlegs spread just enough for me to kneel
between her calves when I got there. I let her know that shewould probably stay more relaxed if
she closed her eyes, but that the massage would take on ahighly erotic quality if she kept them
open. I knew what her choice would be, but had to voice theoptions anyway.
The frontal body massage begins at the head and works downthe body. I knelt above her
head on the bed, sitting on my heels for the moment.
My handstouched her first at her temples,
working under her ears and to the sides of her neck. To reachher shoulders and arms I had to
raise myself off my heels, which put my hard cock into a positionwhere it stood erect about six
inches above her face. There it bobbed, occasionally drippingpre-come, the drops landing on her
neck, although sometimes hitting her chin. Her moans atthe drip of each drop, as the liquid
landed on her skin, were obvious. I wasn't sure, but I thoughtshe was moaning with her mouth
wider open in an effort to catch one of the drops. She certainlywasn't objecting to the pre-come
landing on her chin, so I had to believe I was right. Continuingmy massage of her shoulders, I
timed my movements to the sight of pre-come building atthe eye of my cockhead; moving just
right as the liquid formed a complete drop and began to fall,I saw Kat's eyes also watching the
drop, and her mouth open, tongue partially out to catchthe drop as it landed between her lips.
Maintaining my composure was everything I could do, determinedto finish this massage.
Maintaining my position, knowing that Kat'd catch theoccasional pre-come drop, further excited
by that fact, I recovered my hands with baby oil and beganto massage her breasts. I was very
careful not to touch or stimulate her nipples until afterthe muscles beneath the mammary glands
were relaxed. Then, knowing that it served to slightlyreduce the sexual frustration level, I gently
took each nipple between my oiled fingers.
Her nippleswere rolled, caressed, softly pinched,
gently pulled, and finally licked as a way of saying a temporarygood-bye.
Most people neglect the abdominal area, but I couldn'tdo this to Kat. Full of
disappointment, I moved away from her head, leaving a finaldrop of pre-come to fall on her lips
as I did so, to kneel beside her. The stomach is hard to massageas you can't push on it like you
can a skeleton supported muscle group. It must be massagedin rotation, just as the ass is done.
Once done, the rotation moves naturally into the quadraceptsof the upper frontal thighs.
This I did, making a concerted effort to be patient, wantingnothing more than to bend
over Kat, burying my face between her plainly saturatedswollen pussy lips. Once I'd reached her
upper thighs, I need to reposition myself again. Takingmy place on my knees between her calves,
I had an unobstructed view of her spread and willing pussy. The lady before me was a stranger no
more, physically or otherwise. We knew each other in waysno one else had or ever would. My
hard cock pointed the way and demanded entrance to the gatesof paradise offered by her further
spreading thighs. But the time was still not yet right. I had this massage to finish, and other
delights planned.
Doing my best to concentrate on completing the massage,I tended each of her legs, from
the fronts of her thighs down. The torture was initial atfirst as my fingers caressed and squeezed
the full muscle groups that lined the insides and frontsof her thighs.
Once again, my fingers
brushed against her pubic hair, so close to her pussy thatthe lips got pushed aside, but not yet
causing any stimulation. Her frustration was obviousas she parted her thighs even more, flexing
her ass to raise her pubis, offering me her sex, cravingfor sexual contact.
I had promised myself that I would finish this massage,and I was so close, but her actions
were drawing all my thoughts and energies toward sex. Ihad to come up with a way of
distracting us both, at least to the end of the massage. Just another few moments. Talk to her, I
thought to myself. Ask her questions to make her concentrateon sex from a different point of
view other than the immediate one of laying here wet, swollenand spread, waiting for a hard cock
to fill her pussy. So began the soft questions.
Has the massage felt good? I asked quietly.
Mm, hm, comes the moaned reply.
Isn't the teasingly close touch of the oiled hands great? I
press further.
Oh, yes, she murmurs, followed by a low growl/purringsound.
Your pussy is soaked, I observe out loud. It smells
delicious and I'd love to suck your juices from you.
A groan of frustration escapes her throat. Then why don't
you? she asks pointedly.
Later, I reply. Soon enough. Now I have to finish this
massage and continue with the plan.
What plan? she asks with a voice full of anticipation.
The plan built over time, I reply, my hands now moving
on the thin muscles beside her shins. The plan built to ensure that our first experience
together would be as gratifying for you as you hoped it would be.
Mmm, she smiles approval. Tell me about it.
In a way, I reply. Answer my questions and we'll see where we go. OK?
How can I argue? she responds in a question.
You can't, I chuckle. I purposefully lowered my voicebefore continuing. Now, be
honest and tell me, after fingering your wet pussy whileyou're reading the stories I've written, do
you suck your fingers clean?
Mostly, she smiles in reply. It'd be a shame to wastesuch a delicious flavor.
I'll soon find that out, I assure her before continuing. And during those sessions, have
you ever replaced your plunging fingers with a dildo orvibrator? I knew the answer but asked to
make her think the thought.
That mischievous smile is still on her face as she answerssoftly. Sometimes, she says,
when my fingers don't meet the need.
Does the artificial cock meet the need? I ask coyly.
Not like a real hard pulsing dripping cock does, she
answers with conviction.
I see, I say seriously. So, do our conversations about
masturbation excite you the most?
Mm, hm, she moans again. A man open enough to strokehis cock for me,
unembarrassed and proud, is a real turn on.
I see, I said again. And does it excite you to tell meabout your own masturbation?
Her smirk became even more mischievous as my hands crepttheir way back up her legs,
slowly reaching for her thighs yet again. Yes, she saidsoftly. I love the naughty feeling I get
by telling a man how I've been finger-fucking myself andlicking my sweet juices from my fingers.
Now my hands were again massaging the insides of her thighs. She knew that the
massage was coming to an end, and that our sexual encounterwas going to start soon in a much
realer sense. That's what makes me willing to tell youabout stroking my hard cock, I told her.
And it excites me to know that you'd enjoy watching, allthe while playing with this drenched
pussy that's staring me in the face.
I know, she moaned happily. I feel drenched. What does your plan call for now?
Well, I began, moving my hands closer to her drippingsex, Now you're going to spread this
pussy for me and show me how you pleasure yourself whilefantasizing about our sex.
And what will you be doing? she asked expectantly, andwithout moving a muscle.
I'm going to watch you make your pussy come hard while Icover my cock with hot baby
oil and stroke it until I shoot my cum onto you.
Mmmmmm, the moan was a deepening groan, almost a growl,now. Where will you
shoot your cum? she asked licking her lips at the end ofthe question.
Well, I said, taking both her hands and putting themin her crotch, I'm planning on
kneeling just beside your face so you get the best view,and I imagine most of my cum will land
on your cheeks, chin and in your open wanting mouth.
Yesss, she hissed as her fingers first explored herpussy. I can't wait to taste your hot
juices.
I moved to kneel beside her head, my hard cock standing proudbeside her, not six inches
from her face. And after you've come, I said reachingfor the baby oil, I'm going to suck and
lick that pussy until I'm satisfied that you've no morejuices to give. Without hesitation I squirted
a palmful of oil into my hand and spread it onto my length. The pleasure on her face was
wonderful to see, and my view of her working hands was great.
I could see her left hand spreading her swollen pussy lips
while her right hand worked back and forth, slow and steady. Her middle finger and index
finger were stroking up and down across her hard and visible clit, plunging knuckle deep
into her hot opening with every down stroke. Her fingers were plainly slick with her juices,
and the aroma of her delicious sex filled the room.
I maintained my position above her head, stroking my cockup and down, its glistening
length and bulbous head nodding down at her with every stroke. The pre-come was freely oozing
from it now, and I could see her lick her lips in anticipation.
Her heaving chest, with its erect and
sensitive nipples, rocked up and down with the depth ofher breathing, and I was pleased that her
orgasm was so close, undoubtedly due to the frustrationlevels we'd so carefully built over the
past hour.
My own orgasm was building fast and a small measure of disappointmentcoursed through
me. Just the first, I reminded myself, still stroking mymeat above her face. I looked down into
her eyes, and saw them partially glazed over in pleasure,my first indication of her pending
orgasm. Looking down her body, I saw her stomach musclesflutter, and her thighs tightening.
Her right hand became a blur between her wide spread thighsand I could hear the slurping sounds
her plunging fingers made as they entered and exited herhot pussy.
Fate was smiling on us this time as my own orgasm was buildingwithin me, my balls
tightening, and I'm sure she could see them; my cock swellingeven harder, feeling as if it would
burst. Her orgasm took her just before mine set on me, andI pleasingly heard her guttural groan
of pleasure as her ass clenched and her hips pressed awayfrom the bed, her hand still moving fast
between her swollen lips. My first spasm contorted my facewith pleasure, and I could keep my
eyes open no longer. Eyes closed, head back, I kept strokingmy pumping cock, trying to keep it
pointed in the general direction of her open mouth.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, and I could hear her continuedmoans as we rocked
with mutual orgasm.
Finally, I came down enough that I couldopen my eyes and look down at
my sex goddess lying below me. Her fingers had slowed theirworkings on her clit and in her
pussy, and a semi-satisfied smile was on her face. On onecheek was a rope of thick white cum
that had jetted from my hardness, but that was the only signthat I'd orgasmed. The reason was
obvious as she was working her tongue, licking her lipsand swallowing continuously.
As our breathing slowed, she pulled her hand from her wetpussy, raising it and offering
me her fingers to taste. No, I said, guiding her wet fingersto her own mouth. That's for you,
I said softly, moving myself between her still spread thighs. Lowering my head to her sopping
pussy I said, This is for me.
Just before plunging my face into her wetness I saw her stickthose dripping wet fingers
into her mouth, sucking her own slick juices from them. As I parted her pussy with my fingers,
the first time I'd touched her sex, and pushed my tongueas deep inside her as I could, I could hear
her appreciative moans. We taste good together, she said with a
grin. A taste I'd enjoy with more to savor.
Later, I thought, as I ate her deliciously wet sex. Later we'll
have time to make love over and over again. I'll cum in you and on
you, and in your mouth as much as you'd like. We'll make love
repeatedly and 69 afterward, savoring our mixed flavors together and
then sharing them again in deep wet kisses.
For now, I'm content,
knowing that I've completed at least one of my fantasies, and
hopefully one of yours. If not, complain. I'll try again and again
until I get it right.