Just a massage

She asked for a massage, just a massage, the feel of hands on her skin, and a test to see how he would react. A little opening to prove he could be trusted, a little secret pleasure for her and for him, one step perhaps, closer or pushing away. He seemed kind, he sounded like he would treat her nicely, but would he be too shy, or too grabby, or able to walk that fine line and prove he could be trusted and was open to more.

Lying on her stomach on the bed, her blouse off, she waited, feeling the slow drizzle of oil as it fell between her shoulder blades, suggesting he should undo her bra so it did not get ruined, leaving her back open to his hands, her arms over her head, her hair pulled up to show her smooth neck, waiting, fingers beginning to glide ever so gently spreading the fragrant oil, warmed by her skin, up to her neck, around her shoulders, tracing her spine, moving out over the lower back, up to her blades, soft silky slides, fingertips tracing patterns, little circles, thumbs waiting to press as he searches for those knots, those pressure points, those zones which trigger a response, a soft moan, a sigh, telling him where to focus. thumbs beginning to press, along the spine, digging into the tight muscles, the small of the back, his thighs settling onto her cheeks as he leans into his work,pressing her into the bed, moving and pressing, muscles relaxing as his thumbs circle and press, now moving slowly upward, around the shoulder blades, pressing hard and then harder, pushing her down in to the bed, her nipples hardening as they rub across the sheets, his palms adding pressure as the thumbs soften the knots, his strength causing some pain but such relief as each muscle responds to his attention, now up to the neck, the tendons each stroked and squeezed and traced, over and over as she feels looser and looser, the nape of her neck so vulnerable. She wonders if he will kiss it, will she feel his tongue tracing little circles as his fingers have done, will he slide it along those tendons, should she allow this , should she give him some control. His warm hands continue to caress, slliding down and around her neck, under her chin, soft gentle touches before he moves back to safer ground, her shoulders the upper arms, more warm oil, more sliding, more pressure, his breath drifting across her skin.

But this date is supposed to be only a massage, the first step in a gentle seduction, a test.

Her mind wants more, her mind wants to be safe, her mind wants to turn and ravage him, her mind is swamped in sensation, her mind needs, but her mind waits.