A Lovely Massage

The scent of lemongrass candles hung in the air as I lay face down on the table. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the relaxing stillness of the moment as my breathing slowed. I heard the door creak open maybe moments, maybe minutes later. The shuffle of feet and soft sounds of movement faded away as I relaxed back within myself.

A sudden tingling warmth of oil accompanied the touch of masculine hands. I felt their strength move between my shoulder blades. They slowly spread apart and moved across my back. The heated lubricant seemed to melt into me as firm strokes hit the small knots in my back.

I groaned as he massaged them out. Time became irrelevant and I fell into a deep state of relaxation. My muscles were freed as stiffness and tension melted away.

After loosening up my back, he moved to my feet and worked his way up each leg. My tight calves complained against his therapeutic touch. But then they yielded and relaxed. His hands moved upward to slide along my thigh, stopping at the edge of the towel covering my bottom. I tried not to squirm as I felt my heart quicken. My skin burned with arousal. The muscles of my pussy squeezed involuntarily. My body fought against my mind for control.

He kept working up and down my legs. My breath quickened every time his strong fingers slid up my inner thigh. I felt his hand glide over my ass. An enjoyable warmth spread through me at his caress. It was a few seconds later before I became aware of where his hands had traveled. By then, it was too late. My body was giving in to the pleasure and a moan escaped my lips.

I felt him grab my hips and twist me. There I lay, stunned and naked on my back, as the towel fell to the floor. The pounding of my heart seemed deafening. My breathing was short. My face burned with shock, desire, and arousal.

As he refilled his palm, droplets of oil spilled onto my pussy lips. They mixed with the wetness dripping out of me. Then his hands, achingly slow, moved up the familiar terrain of my inner thighs. My mind begged for him to continue the journey. His fingers slid further up and towards my pussy. But then they shifted course to massage around my pelvis. I let out a short guttural groan of pure desire. But to no avail. His fingers deftly avoided my swollen wet pussy lips and clit.

I could feel the blood leaving my head and pounding through every inch of my desperate pussy. The pressure applied around my hips and belly worked deep into me. I began to get lost in a deep well of desire within myself as his movements matched my moaning breaths. His hands held my hips still as I tried to squirm and force my clit against them. Then he extended two fingers and slid them along the edges of my pussy lips.

My heart skipped as electric pleasure shot through my pussy. The brief seconds between his strokes felt like desperate hours. My body waited for the next jolt of pleasure. Then I experienced a new, deeper pressure. I gasped and shook as two fingers slid effortlessly into me. I felt pressure on my g-spot and then a gentle touch to my clit. My body reacted to this last sensation by unexpectedly moving away. But that only made the internal pressure greater.

My hips bounced back and forth between the deep pressure on my g-spot and the electric pleasure on my clit. Both sensations were building and competing. His hands moved with gathering quickness within me and along my clit.

My mind gave up the last remnants of control. I threw myself into the delightful fire of pleasure that was radiating and flowing out of my pussy. My fingers and face tingled as my breathing grew quick and desperate.

His fingers controlled me. When they pulled out of me, I looked up to protest. But immediately, I felt my pussy stretch to take in three of them instead of two. The increased pressure made my pussy feel tight. Even so, it still sought to contract in pleasure. The conflicting and building sensations from the movements of my body were intense.

I felt the end growing nearer. The pent-up pleasure felt like a tidal wave moving closer. I could feel it even when it wasn’t quite there. The peaking of the wave just before the ecstasy of climax seemed to last forever. I begged to feel the release.

Finally, my body acquiesced. I exploded in pleasure! As I yelled in ecstasy, the waves pounded me. My toes curled and my fingers squeezed the table. I was rocked with exquisite delight and release.

My overloaded senses slowly regained awareness of the world around them. I opened my eyes and saw that I was alone again. Oil and juices dripped between my thighs. A slight chill sent goosebumps over my naked stomach and chest. The euphoria of climax still pulsed through my body. I felt satisfaction, but still the desire for more.

And the door creaked open again…

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9 replies
  1. Dean316 says:

    Hot story, massages can be very pleasuring and sexy between spouses. I'm working on a related story coming out soon hopefully. This is great inspiration.

    Stay sexy and god bless,
    Dean.

  2. SecondMarge says:

    Very sensual and well written. I wish my husband could massage like that. Because of a medical issue, I get massages regularly. Once a man gave me a massage. He never touched me in an inappropriate way. However, I was still aroused and now insist on a female.

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