full body massage
Pushing things a little further she asked for a full body massage but on one condition, she would wear a black thong and he was not allowed to massage wherever she was covered, even if she begged.
He agreed, after all he would get to caress 99% of her, the thong was rather skimpy after all, barely covering her lips and just a string sliding down and under and up between her tight cheeks. Who could refuse such an offer and she had not insisted he remained clothed so he stripped off letting her see him fully naked for the first time. He could see her nipples hardening as he warmed the fragrant oil, the waft of vanilla, a faint hint of lavendar and a touchof hazelnut beginning to fill the candle lit room, As she lay on her stomach, the thong was barely visible, leaving him with her essential nudity waiting for his touch. He arranged her with her arms under her head, legs slightly spread, and sweet cheeks swelling upward begging it seemed for his fingers, the stroking he was soon to give her. Settling himself on her cheeks, his cock pressing against her, he poured the warm oil over her back, something he had done before and knew she had liked, his fingers begin retracing those patterns, moving unerringly to the sensitive spots which caused her to moan and sigh and once again he hears her soft breathless moans, his thigh muscles tightening against her ass, as he feels himself swelling. Circles and strokes, around and over each muscle, tracing the spine, the tender tendons on her neck, fingertips only, followed by palm pressure and then the soft strokes of his wrist, sending shivers through both, the oil soothing and warm, relaxing and exciting, enticing and teasing.
As he leans to work her shoulders, his cock slips between her cheeks, nestling in the warmth, teased by the tiny string of the thong, causing a slight gasp as he pull away and moves down to tend to those round, firm cheeks and the legs stretching down below them. The oil sliding down between, as fingers glide over the muscles, probing and testing, squeezing and caressing, each receiving his full attention as he works them, imaging the flexing, the tightening as he spreads the oil around and around and then works it down between, teasing the flesh left exposed, never touching the miniscule string, but letting the oil slide under to pool as his fingers trace along its edge, her soft moans getting louder as he works the inner part of her cheeks, before sliding his body further down, his cock dragging against her thigh, down her calf, hands following, each muscle massaged, the fragrant oil absorbed into the skin, leaving it shiny, silky, so smooth, and kissable, but that was not for today. Each toe, the ankle, the bottom of the foot stroked and honoured, lovingly treated, her calves, the outer thighs and then the inner, so close to the silk of the thong, the oil wetting it, causing it to slide between her lips, the waxed skin revealing the perfect outlines, the pouting puffiness, tiny delicate touches causing twitches, her thighs spreading apart unconsciously, ever so slightly, before he gives her a smack on a cheek and tells her it is time to turn over.
As she turns she repositions her arms under her head, leaving her open, exposed to his eyes, her breasts, her nipples, her taut stomach, the tiny bulge above the thong, all there waiting for his touch, for the feel of his fingers, his hands, offered, his cock twitching at the sight, his need growing, wishing he could fall on her , take her, kiss her everywhere, just hold her and hug, but he knew he should wait and let her accept, let her ask,not this time, he had promised after all, but perhaps the next or the one after. She was worth waiting for. But now he could still touch and see how far she could be pushed, oil dripping onto her breasts, puddling in her belly button, droplets on her nipples, glistening in the soft light, highlighting her soft skin tones, as he began to work on her upper pecs, the upper arms, down the sides, in the soft smooth armpits, feeling her giggle as he stroked there, before moving to spread the oil around her breasts, slowly working in, circling and kneading, the nipples begging, so firm. demanding he squeeze and pinch, his cock sliding across her tummy as he continued, his mouth open, watering wanting to suck, to bite, fingers pulling, nipples growing longer, before he forces himself away and moves down to the feet , leaving the center of her waiting, gliding over the front of her calves, up the firm thighs, still open, the thong beckoning him, as he teased and stroked, circling past to work on her tummy, oil gleaming and sliding down to the little hill, fingers pressing in, tracing the bone under, his thighs slippery with the oil, gliding over her thighs, clinging, feeling the warmth of her skin, his heat matching hers, thumbs working pressing, circling ,so close, the edge of the thong on the edge of the thumb, so little left.
Panting he moves back, steps away, leaving her as her legs move, her hips lift, her breasts heave, her mouth gasps and her fingers reach for her nipples.
He turns and she reaches, his cock dripping as he walks to the shower, her eyes on his hard ass, mind in turmoil, maybe he is too good, but he promised.
He agreed, after all he would get to caress 99% of her, the thong was rather skimpy after all, barely covering her lips and just a string sliding down and under and up between her tight cheeks. Who could refuse such an offer and she had not insisted he remained clothed so he stripped off letting her see him fully naked for the first time. He could see her nipples hardening as he warmed the fragrant oil, the waft of vanilla, a faint hint of lavendar and a touchof hazelnut beginning to fill the candle lit room, As she lay on her stomach, the thong was barely visible, leaving him with her essential nudity waiting for his touch. He arranged her with her arms under her head, legs slightly spread, and sweet cheeks swelling upward begging it seemed for his fingers, the stroking he was soon to give her. Settling himself on her cheeks, his cock pressing against her, he poured the warm oil over her back, something he had done before and knew she had liked, his fingers begin retracing those patterns, moving unerringly to the sensitive spots which caused her to moan and sigh and once again he hears her soft breathless moans, his thigh muscles tightening against her ass, as he feels himself swelling. Circles and strokes, around and over each muscle, tracing the spine, the tender tendons on her neck, fingertips only, followed by palm pressure and then the soft strokes of his wrist, sending shivers through both, the oil soothing and warm, relaxing and exciting, enticing and teasing.
As he leans to work her shoulders, his cock slips between her cheeks, nestling in the warmth, teased by the tiny string of the thong, causing a slight gasp as he pull away and moves down to tend to those round, firm cheeks and the legs stretching down below them. The oil sliding down between, as fingers glide over the muscles, probing and testing, squeezing and caressing, each receiving his full attention as he works them, imaging the flexing, the tightening as he spreads the oil around and around and then works it down between, teasing the flesh left exposed, never touching the miniscule string, but letting the oil slide under to pool as his fingers trace along its edge, her soft moans getting louder as he works the inner part of her cheeks, before sliding his body further down, his cock dragging against her thigh, down her calf, hands following, each muscle massaged, the fragrant oil absorbed into the skin, leaving it shiny, silky, so smooth, and kissable, but that was not for today. Each toe, the ankle, the bottom of the foot stroked and honoured, lovingly treated, her calves, the outer thighs and then the inner, so close to the silk of the thong, the oil wetting it, causing it to slide between her lips, the waxed skin revealing the perfect outlines, the pouting puffiness, tiny delicate touches causing twitches, her thighs spreading apart unconsciously, ever so slightly, before he gives her a smack on a cheek and tells her it is time to turn over.
As she turns she repositions her arms under her head, leaving her open, exposed to his eyes, her breasts, her nipples, her taut stomach, the tiny bulge above the thong, all there waiting for his touch, for the feel of his fingers, his hands, offered, his cock twitching at the sight, his need growing, wishing he could fall on her , take her, kiss her everywhere, just hold her and hug, but he knew he should wait and let her accept, let her ask,not this time, he had promised after all, but perhaps the next or the one after. She was worth waiting for. But now he could still touch and see how far she could be pushed, oil dripping onto her breasts, puddling in her belly button, droplets on her nipples, glistening in the soft light, highlighting her soft skin tones, as he began to work on her upper pecs, the upper arms, down the sides, in the soft smooth armpits, feeling her giggle as he stroked there, before moving to spread the oil around her breasts, slowly working in, circling and kneading, the nipples begging, so firm. demanding he squeeze and pinch, his cock sliding across her tummy as he continued, his mouth open, watering wanting to suck, to bite, fingers pulling, nipples growing longer, before he forces himself away and moves down to the feet , leaving the center of her waiting, gliding over the front of her calves, up the firm thighs, still open, the thong beckoning him, as he teased and stroked, circling past to work on her tummy, oil gleaming and sliding down to the little hill, fingers pressing in, tracing the bone under, his thighs slippery with the oil, gliding over her thighs, clinging, feeling the warmth of her skin, his heat matching hers, thumbs working pressing, circling ,so close, the edge of the thong on the edge of the thumb, so little left.
Panting he moves back, steps away, leaving her as her legs move, her hips lift, her breasts heave, her mouth gasps and her fingers reach for her nipples.
He turns and she reaches, his cock dripping as he walks to the shower, her eyes on his hard ass, mind in turmoil, maybe he is too good, but he promised.
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7/16/2009 09:13:00 PM
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