The massage

We have become good friends since you moved in next door. You come round after long days at work and I massage your feet and we watch crap on the TV. You find my foot rubs a real turn on, and are developing quite a crush on me. You don’t realise that I am getting one on you too.

You tell me your back hurts and I offer to give it a rub. You smile shyly in agreement, and I sit back on the couch and beckon you to sit between my legs. You take off your top and I unfasten your bra and slip the straps off your shoulders. I pour lotion onto my hands and work it gently and slowly into your back and shoulders.

You relax and melt slightly under my touch and I tell you that you are beautiful and you giggle and tell me to stop it, that you used to be when you were young, and I say that I’ve seen pictures and think you are far more beautiful now, that you have a real woman’s body with shapes and curves and that your body has character, not like these young girls who all look like they’ve been pressed from exactly the same plastic mould, that you are gorgeous.

I slide my fingers up your neck and caress the base of your skull and you tell me that it turns you on and I say that its doing the same for me. You don’t believe me and just think I’m being nice, so I pull you back so you are resting against me. I am only wearing a long t-shirt and you shiver with excitement as you feel my erection pressing into your back.

I kiss the back of your neck and the sweet rose tattoo on your shoulder and dribble the thick white lotion over your belly, and you purr with pleasure as slowly rub it in to your soft flesh. Then I slip my thumb under your bra and gently remove it completely, your breath deepening as I pour lotion over your breasts and work it in with the tips of my fingers, teasing your erect nipples smothering your breast with wet, gentle strokes, drinking in your sighs of pleasure.

I pop open the button on your skirt and unzip it, and tell you to stand for a moment. Your skirt falls to the floor and I place a line of little kisses down your spine and run my hands up and and over your thighs and slowly remove your silken panties. As you sit back down, you see my t-shirt on the floor and realise that I too am naked, and you press yourself back into me thrilling at the feel and heat of my cock against your skin.

I run my hands and more lotion all over your body, teasing you by stopping each time I get close to your glowing pussy, your body rocking slightly with anticipation of what is to come. My hands roll up the insides of your thighs and stop again only a hair’s breadth from your dark inferno. You want to grab one of my hands and pull it onto you but you restrain yourself and wait.

You gasp when I finally run a finger down over your clit and lips and wet it inside you, and you moan as I moisten and stroke your clit, causing you to thrust your hips, gasp and grip the couch tightly. You get hotter and faster, your breathing deepens, you murmur and  writhe feeling my pleasure rising with yours as my fingers flick and rub your , bringing you slowly to the boil, kissing your neck as your orgasm rises up through you setting you ablaze with great shudders and screams.

Afterwards, you slide off me and sit next to me and we kiss and hold each other, you still shaking, like an autumn tree in a light breeze. You smile at my twitching member as it bounces on my belly, throbbing with desire for you. Part of you wants to grab it and make me come and part of you just wants to savour how much I want you.

15 responses

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  2. That was sensual…erotic…painted the picture perfectly. Loved the way you kept it sexy while building the anticipation. And that ending…mmmm.. nice.

    12.05.29 at 06.10

    • aw thanks sugar – love it that you love it

      12.05.29 at 11.26

  3. jess

    Intensity lies here beneath these words. I take it you are quite the lover as well.

    12.05.28 at 19.46

    • i think intensity and raw passion, often go hand in hand jess

      12.05.28 at 19.52

  4. TheOthers1

    What do you like to call this stuff? Clit lit? I think that’s about where I feel it. 😉

    12.05.28 at 18.53

    • that’s where it was aimed – thank ya sugar – i love it when you say nice things

      12.05.28 at 19.51

    • eroticexploration

      Haha, clit lit, love that! Most appropriate – I’m in agreement…

      12.06.09 at 06.46

      • thanks – in fact, i think i’ll change the menu from ‘erotica’ to ‘clit lit’ lol
        thanks for your comments petal, its really apppreciated x

        12.06.09 at 06.49

  5. Impressive Kyle!

    Bisous,
    Dawn

    12.05.28 at 18.10

    • thank you dawn my love
      kisses back
      kyle

      12.05.28 at 18.11

  6. The rose of the tattoo bloomed that day…hope to see this story continue. Love it and showing this side of yourself in beyond exciting!

    12.05.28 at 17.54

    • i don’t think they’re finished just yet rhonda – i hope you enjoy future instalments as much as you did this one – thank you

      12.05.28 at 18.10

      • look forward to it. but don’t forget the other stuff…that rocks too!

        12.05.28 at 18.13

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