3 comments/ 34729 views/ 22 favorites A Mighty Mouse Massage By: blondechristine2012 As the hand slid up the inside of the just over forty year old woman's thigh, she felt shock waves roar through her almost naked body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex so her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh, part of her was willing it not to stop and willing it to go further. Willing those strong fingers to keep going and plunge into her. Part of her mind, befuddled by the sensations, was willing them to invade her. Willing the younger man to shove those fingers right up her cunt. As the thirty-one year old Irish man looked at the rounded body of the woman he also felt some disturbing sensations. As his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers felt a reaction, a tensing in her muscles perhaps? He knew that he may have been imagining it, but was that a low gasp he heard? Had she screwed her eyes even more tightly shut? Had her legs opened slightly? Was she feeling the same as him? Was she becoming aroused by his touch? It was the third time that Christina had visited the physiotherapist for the pulled muscles in her lower back. The third time she had laid on the table naked apart from her panties and towels placed discretely over her body. Each time she had these feeling to varying degrees. Initially they were hardly noticeable. The first time he had massaged her, her mind had briefly dwelled on the slightly erotic nature of the situation. The second time the feelings had been more powerful and now, this time, they were becoming intense, almost unbearable. But she knew she was being ridiculous. She was a fairly imaginative sort of woman. She was quite used to her mind thoroughly analysing situations and looking at things from all angles. So, as she'd laid on the table the first two times, her pert, naked breasts squashed against it, she had not been that surprised to have the thoughts she had. After all he was a handsome, well-built young man that any women would find attractive so, lying on his table nearly naked, his hands gliding over her oiled body played to her innovative mind. But the more sensible part of her mind had brought her back to realism and had told her not to be silly. It was against all the ethics of his profession and he was probably so used to seeing nearly naked females that they wouldn't affect him, it told her. In any case, with her 'raining men' period that happened when the divorce was finalised, behind her, Chrissy was now a respectable, separated woman with a steady boy-friend, wasn't she? * Luke had moved to the UK just over a year ago after completing his physiotherapy degree course at Dublin Medical School. He had been lucky to land the job with this practice based in the Bloomsbury area of London and had done well since being there. He was building up his own clients, got on well with the other people in the practice, did his job really well and was becoming a valued member of the team. He loved the job and the buzz he got from his physiotherapy work. Helping cure people from their muscular and other aches and pains was rewarding and stimulating for him. But he'd become a little worried at the feelings he had from time to time when he worked on women, particularly attractive woman. It was against everything he had been taught. He had been educated to look on them as an object, a medical problem and a challenge to his knowledge and skill. He had been told of the dangers and the temptations. The women that were around who might want more than merely medical treatment. The lecturer on ethics had advised that they were few and far between, but certainly existed and it was probable that some time in each of the students early career they would meet one. It was then that all of a physio's self-control was needed. So far, he had found that self-control in the several situations where a woman had hinted or had asked for more. What Luke experienced and had come to realise was a massive problem for him was far worse. He was finding himself tempted by women who were not suggesting more. And that would be a criminal offence and one that would for certain lose him his license. Christina had hurt her back playing tennis and after almost a week of it not getting any better she had made an appointment at the physiotherapist. After checking in, meeting Luke and explaining the problem to him she ha'd been taken to a changing cubicle by a receptionist who had told her to undress and slip on the towelling robe. 'Panties on or off?' she mused as she stood before a mirror dressed just in them. Looking at herself she realised that without thinking she had worn a thong, as she usually did under tight trousers. Smiling to herself she thought. 'I wonder what he'll think of that?' She kept them on and slipping into the robe walked into the treatment room as she had been instructed to do. "Hi, its Christina isn't it?" The nice-looking physio with the strong Irish accent asked, shaking her hand. "Or Chrissy," she replied shaking his hand as their eyes met. "OK Christina, could you lay on your front on the table please and undo the tie on the robe?" Luke asked in his lilting, Irish brogue. Lying flat she felt him pulling the robe down until it was bunched around her waist. His hands prodded and probed around her mid and lower back for some time. Luke quickly identified the problem as being the group of muscles round her waist that ran down to her hips having been stretched. "Do you get any pain in the back of your legs?" He asked, lifting the hem of the robe and pressing on the middle of her leg, half-way between her bottom and knee. "Actually, yes I do and that hurts," she told him "Ok that's fine" he said. "Put the robe back on and sit up if you would please?" He was standing quite close to where her knees stuck out from the edge of the table making notes on her record. Christina couldn't help thinking how dashing he looked in his tight, white, short-sleeved tunic and blue track pants. He explained the problem and told her that she would need some faradic and ultra sound treatment and that she would probably need three or four sessions. "So if that's OK?" he smiled. "We can start." The electronic treatment over Luke came back into the room. After asking how it felt, he said that they would finish off with a massage. "As the muscle that's stretched affects both your back and legs I will need to massage both areas" he explained looking into her eyes. "Sure no problem," Christina replied, quite looking forward to being massaged. "OK well you will need to undo the robe again and lay on your front" he explained. Removing her glasses and giving them to Luke who placed them on a cabinet, she did as he asked and laid there the gown open her bare breasts pressed firmly against the table. Luke took hold of the gown and lifted it away from Christina before looking away and draping a towel across her bottom. As he did that, he couldn't help seeing that she was wearing a thong. The sight of the flimsy slither of lace snaking between the wonderfully rounded orbs of her bottom hit him and immediately he felt that surge of excitement that he knew he had to control. He quickly obliterated the view by covering her bottom and tops of her legs with the towel and turning away to get the oil. Pouring a small amount of that into the valley in the small of her back he got to work on the fairly deep massage that was needed to loosen up the short, but thick damaged muscles. As his hands pressed and kneaded her back so he could see the outline of her squashed boobs and that confirmed what he had suspected when he'd seen her dressed. That was that she had pert and nicely rounded boobs. Again he had to work hard to push the thought of them from his mind. Although Christina had been massaged many times before they had been at health farms, beauty salons or spas when on holiday and never had she had such a strong and deep pummelling of her body. It didn't hurt but, quite often it did make her gasp and grunt as his fingers pressed hard upon the flesh and deep into her muscles just above her hips and around the back of her waist. "Is it ok Christina?" Luke asked seeing and hearing the effect of his deep massage on his patient. "Yes sure," she grunted as once more his fingers delved deeply and firmly into her muscles breaking up the scar tissue caused by the pulled muscles. "I have to get in deep to get to the muscle so it will be a little heavy for you, sorry." Christina didn't reply but simply lay there letting her body become accustomed to the strong hands. "OK that'll do on the actual damaged area," Luke said, adding. "But the effect of that muscle will travel down your legs so I think we'll give them a quick going over as well." Christina felt him lift the towel a little and then press it in around the tops of her legs. Although she could not see, she guessed that it was as far up them as it could be and that the start of the swell of the cheeks of her bottom were just about on view to him. She also realised that, probably, he would be able to see that she was wearing a thong, if he hadn't already worked that out, and that made a little shudder run through her. She felt him gently pull her legs open a little and then she laid there expectantly waiting for him to start. Luke knew he was being a little daft. He recognised that he was taking advantage of the situation, using Christina's stretched back muscle to provide him the opportunity to keep her here. To keep her under his hands, to spend further time massaging her gorgeous and nicely rounded body. Whilst it was just about true that the muscle would affect her legs there wasn't really a sound medical reason for him to massage them. No, he reluctantly accepted in his mind, this was not medical, it was far from that and momentarily he considered stopping and telling her he had changed his mind. The sight of her lovely face, eyes closed and lips parted, her breasts squashed against his table, her long, shapely, slightly opened legs, the swell of her bottom and the image of the thong he had seen earlier were all too much for him; he decided to say nothing. The feelings on firstly her calf muscles and later on those above her knees were different from those that the massage on her hips, back and waist had given her. His hands did not seem to be going as deeply into the flesh. They did not give her the discomfort and they did not make her gasp or grunt. No, it was an altogether lighter and, she had to admit, more pleasurable massage. The hands, oiled and smooth, would glide up her inner thigh and then down again, up and down, up and down. It seemed to go on for ever as Christina became more and more relaxed. It was almost as if she were being hypnotised by the gliding, sliding hands. Luke had purposefully lightened the massage. Not to the point that it had no medical value for all proper massages will make the blood flow to the areas that are manipulated and will make the patient feel freer and better for it. No it was certainly still a medically sound massage, but now it was also a self-indulgent one. She had great legs. Not overly slim, for her muscles were well formed, but they were lithe and very shapely. He had noticed earlier the very slight excess flesh on her hips that he knew from experience was quite common amongst women of Christina's age that he put in the late thirties or maybe early forties. The combination of the legs and hips with the great breasts gave her a very curvy and totally feminine figure just, Luke acknowledged with a slight gulp, as he preferred his women. Older than him and shapely. He was nearing the end of the time that it would be practicable to keep her here. The clinic was pretty sharp on the length of sessions and he knew that he would need to finish within the next five minutes or so to avoid a patient back up, something that was particularly frowned upon. Leaning over Christina he indulged himself on her upper thighs. Sinking his fingers into the soft, gorgeous flesh on the inside of one, he massaged that area even more lightly than he had so far. His fingers only inches from the gusset of her thong, that he could see from where his hands had 'accidentally' pushed the towel up slightly, he revelled in the sight of her opened thighs, the mounds of her bum under the towel and the odd strand of tawny pubic hair that his keen eyes picked up straying from her panties. 'I must just be getting used to it?' she thought as his hands seemed now to be so much lighter on her. Almost stroking her. 'Nearly a caress' she thought, suddenly. The word coming into her mind affected her. 'A caress' she mused again. 'Was it? Could it be?' her confused garbled mind pondered. She could not be sure and felt she was probably mistaken, but the soothing fingers on her inner thigh so near to the centre of her womanhood had not only stimulated her mind, Christina realised with a shock, but they had also stimulated her body for she felt a surge of sexual feeling start to ooze through her. She almost felt cheated when she heard Luke say. "Ok that's fine for today Christina I think we made good progress." She wasn't sure but was there a slight tightness she heard in his voice? 'Don't be daft' she told herself as she felt him place the robe around her and say. "Right see you on Tuesday Christina." Then he was gone and she was left alone to finish dressing back in the cubicle. Luke had to get away. He had to remove himself from her. It was just too much for him. She was too much. Too much of a temptation and too much of a woman. In his small flat later that evening he agonised for a moment. He had, he knew, come so close to overstepping that boundary. The type of massage was bad enough for she may, he thought, have realised that it was far too light. But he guessed he had got away with that. However, there would be no way he would have been able to get away with what kept coming into his mind as she lay there. There would be no way that she could possibly mistake what he'd momentarily almost done. No, there was no way that any woman could confuse a medical massage with the masseur's fingers stroking her pussy was there? Alone that evening in the sumptuous Docklands apartment provided to her American boy-friend by the bank where he was a top trader, Christina was sipping a glass of chilled Chablis Premier Cru. With the prospect of yet another long evening alone, for James rarely got there before ten, she found the events of the afternoon flooding into her mind. His touch and the feel on legs as he'd massaged them. The sensations that had sent through her and, she had to admit, the slight feelings of want that had created. 'What the fucks happening to me?' she asked herself as she refilled her glass. 'Here I am entertaining erotic thoughts about a young masseur!' But try as she might they wouldn't go away and even as she once again climbed into the king sized American bed, naked they were with her. As she lay there in the semi-darkness, the room lit purely by the lights from the road, she could recall the tingling feelings of his hands on her body, her legs and on her inner thighs. She recalled them vividly, almost as if they were there now. In fact they were there now in her imagination. But not just in her imagination for her own fingers were replicating those sensuous movement. Trailing up and down that sensitive skin. Caressing the smooth expanse of her thighs. This time though, as the fingers trailed upwards they did not stop where his had. No these fingers went where, she realised, a part of her had wanted his to go. These fingers carried on along that magical pathway, that erotic avenue, that silky road to such pleasure. Yes as Christina lay there, her imagination roaring away those fingers found her stunningly wet entrance, her smooth lips and swollen clitoris. And those fingers did to her what in the deepest recesses of her vivid imagination she had wanted Luke's to do. They fucked her. They fucked her hard and long. They fucked her as she lay on her back her thighs clamped tightly around her own hand. Yes, her fingers fucked her just as she guiltily admitted she wanted Luke's fingers to fuck her. His mind recalled the thin band of elastic around her waist indicating she was wearing a thong. The all too brief glimpse of it as he placed the towel over her buttocks. The sight of the slither of lace vanishing between the full, rounded cheeks. Her pert breasts squashed against the table, her thighs, her long, shoulder-length, blonde hair, vivid blue eyes and full lips all reverberated around Luke's mind as he lay on his single bed naked. The recollections of them were so vivid it was almost as if she were here with him in his small flat. Almost as if she was on the bed with him. Almost as if it was Christina and not him that was holding his achingly swollen, thick manhood, stroking and pumping it. It was almost as if it was her body he was surging in and out of, and not his hand, which was acting as her surrogate cunt He came, heavily, splattering his cum over his belly with one or two streams hitting his chest. Not totally satisfyingly though. It never can be that satisfying can it? Masturbation just is not fully satisfying, but it does relieve the ache and, temporarily, the need. Luke was also a little confused and alarmed at the extremity of the thoughts and now deeds that this alluring woman had created in him. She was occupying his thoughts too much. She was, he realised, becoming an obsession. He knew that the day after tomorrow he had to confront her again, have her as good as naked in a small room alone with him. Have his hands on her stupendous body. Feel her, touch her, massage her, and see her opened legs, her shapely thighs and her flattened breasts. God he could hardly stand it and he had no idea how he would respond to the terrible temptations that lie ahead the day after tomorrow. * Smiling as she dressed, Christina slid into a pair of panties that were almost of Bridget Jones proportions. Sensible white cotton and full they were the sort that were designed to be worn under tight clothes, their fullness ensuring no unsightly VPL. They were not, though, the sort to be undressed in prior to making love she noted. 'Stop being a stupid cow,' she told herself as she undressed and slipped into the robe. 'Nothing will happen, it's all in your mind, in your frustrated mind' she recognised with a jolt, thinking that it was over two weeks since she and James had made love.. 'Oh shit she looks fantastic' Luke thought to himself as he wandered into the treatment room and saw Christina sitting on the table in the white, towelling robe. He' had thought of calling in sick this morning, but he couldn't. The lure of seeing her and being with her outweighed his concerns. It was a greater reward to massage her again than it was a threat at what he knew he would feel and what he was worried like hell about what he may do. "Hi, how's it been?" he asked. "A little better, but still hurting when I stretch or bend," she replied feeling apprehensive as she looked at him and recalled her thoughts as she had masturbated after the first session. She hoped it did not show and that she wasn't blushing. "Well let's have a look at it then?" he smiled his heart beating a little faster at the prospect of once more seeing her nearly naked and getting those glimpses that had so aroused him last time. More to the point, though, he was wondering if he would get to see more of her, perhaps all of a breast, a nipple, a flash of pubic hair or even, the holy grail of her pussy. This was getting worse, he was losing control and was scared where it would end up. Christina undid the tie on the gown holding it together as she clambered onto the table. She lay on her front pulling the sides of it away from her. She felt him pulling the gown down her back and then his fingers digging into her. A Mighty Mouse Massage "Phew" she grunted as they hit a tender spot. "It's still inflamed, but this session of sonic heat should fix that," he explained. "Does it hurt anywhere else?" "Yes more round by my hip." "Here?" he asked slipping his hand slightly under the robe and pushing into the swell of one of the cheeks of her bottom near to the rear of her hip joint. "Just a little lower," Christina replied feeling a rush of heat as his hand slid down her bottom a little and pressed against the cotton of her panties. "Yes there, right there," she said as his fingers probed at the painful spot. To get there Luke had to pull the edge of the gown further down. He felt a touch of disappointment but couldn't help smiling when he saw the full panties. He pushed the elastic waistband down a little with the side of his hand so that his fingers could investigate the spot she'd identified. It was all he could do to resist pulling the full garment down further, he realised, as he ran his hand over the top of the truly, beautifully rounded buttocks. "Ok that's normal," he told her removing his hands, somewhat reluctantly and replacing the robe. "We'll get some ultra sound on it, that'll sort it." He wheeled the two electronic devices over to where Christina was lying on the table. With hands that were almost shaking, he smeared some jelly around the pulled muscle and fixed three electrodes to her skin carefully pressing the sticky tape against her flesh. Rolling the robe down a little he muttered. "Right let's get some heat to this place as well." Then with hands that now were visibly shaking he took hold of the waist-band of her knickers and slowly rolled them downwards. As he did he saw the beautiful contours of her arse and the beginning of the crease between the symmetrical cheeks. Gulping as he realised that he had rolled the elastic down further than was really necessary he daubed some jelly on the mound and then attached two more electrodes. "There that should do it," he added replacing the robe over her now half bared bottom and leaving the room after clicking the machine on. He went out to the car park to write up her notes. Although he'd officially given up smoking he felt a strong need to have one and he retrieved the pack he kept in his car for emergencies. And this he knew as he puffed furiously on the Marlboro Gold was a full-scale emergency. He had come so close to caressing her arse. So near to letting his fingers slither into the crack between the rounded mounds and he was frightened. 'How the fuck can I massage her?' he asked himself lighting a fresh cigarette from the butt of the first one. The heat and the slight stretching and contracting of the muscle was not unpleasant. It hurt a little now and then and the warmth was beginning to build up, but it was nothing to complain about and Christina lay there fairly relaxed. Well fairly relaxed about the treatment she acknowledged, but not, she equally realised, about him. She had thought that this time, now she was more used to it, she would not have a problem, that her mind would not wander off onto erotic topics and that she would not feel any arousal. 'How wrong had that been?' she thought. The feelings that had rushed through her the first time he had rolled the top of her panties down had been bad enough, but they were nothing compared to those she experienced when he did it the second time to attach the electrodes to her buttocks. Then immediately she felt a surge of warmth wallop her at the base of her stomach. It was so powerful, a real jolt, almost like an electric shock. 'More pronounced' she smiled to herself. 'Than from the fucking sonar heat machine!' 'Oh shit he's rolling my knickers down, he's looking at my bum and he's touching it' she thought as his soft hands did the work they needed to do. She assumed he was thinking 'all in a day's work' and 'nothing at all out of the ordinary.' To her, though, it was far from that and her mind and body responded to the erotic visions his action had conjured up. And that was for him to continue pulling the waist-band down. For him not to stop when he had reached the point where he could attach the electrode. For him to rip her panties off and shove his hand between her legs and soothe the quite acute ache that was building up in her pussy. Waiting in the general office for the faradic and the deep heat to finish Luke was a bundle of nerves and twice made mistakes when talking to the receptionist. "You all right Luke?" she asked him smiling in a way that made him think that she could tell what was going on inside him. "Sure, just got a lot on my mind," he muttered looking down at Christina's notes to cover his embarrassment. "Well don't forget Christina in treatment four, she must be about ready for your hands," the middle aged receptionist beamed at him. "Ok Christina?" Luke said walking back into the room. "Let's get these off you and get the massage going shall we? How's it feel?" he asked removing the electrodes and taking the opportunity to lightly run his fingers across her waist. "It's loosened up a lot," Christina said feeling his light touch on her back. She felt him fumbling with the robe as he removed that and placed the towel across her hips. She knew that as he did that he would have looked at her panty covered bottom and felt relieved that she had worn 'sensible' ones today. The thought of his eyes on them though did give her a little surge of excitement. 'Oh not again?' she thought to herself as she realised that both her imagination and body were again reacting to the young man and the intimacy of the position of her being nearly naked alone with him. She was realising that it was not any easier this time. It was not easier to handle. It was not easier to stop her vivid imagination creating the most erotic scenes. No, as his hands glided and probed and pressed her back and then, far worse the cheek of her bottom and the backs of her thighs, her physical and emotional reactions were, if anything, stronger and more graphic than before. She was becoming aroused. She was becoming sexually excited. He was igniting so many flames in her that she feared for her ability to control her reactions. Had she let out a low moan as his fingers touched the edge of the crease of her bottom, she mused? Was that a slight sigh of pleasure as the side of his hand slid almost onto the gusset of her panties, she wondered? Did she squirm her body a little, had she eased her legs open a little more, had her bottom lifted a tad as his fingers sent such searing heat through her? And of course had he noticed? Had he seen the signs? Had he realised just what an effect he was having on her? The thoughts rushing through her mind as her body responded so unfairly to the stimulation were many and varied and she felt embarrassed and concerned at what the young man would think of this older, stupid woman if, indeed, he had noticed them. She wasn't sure that he had for he continued the massage without interrupting the smooth progress of his hands and certainly he said nor did anything to suggest that he was aware that she was 'suffering' so much. Standing alongside Christina's legs looking down, Luke's throat was dry and his pulses were racing as he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her right buttock. He had pushed both the robe and the waist of her panties down so that he could get to it. He had pushed the elastic further than necessary, further than the peak of the globe, further than the start of the crease between them and further, he acknowledged, than he had any right to push them. He could see the side of the crease as it fell away to become her anus and almost the puckered hole itself. 'If only she would just open her legs a little,' he was thinking as he pressed his fingers onto the mound of sensual flesh, 'I could see her areshole.' He was going, he was losing it, his body was taking over and directing his mind. His desire, his need, his lust was taking over from his training and from what he knew was sensible and proper. Yes he was now starting to think with his cock not his brain! "Is this where it hurts Chrissy?" he asked, using the more intimate shortened version of her name, in a voice that he was sure was so tight that it would tell the glorious older woman of his desire for her. Christina felt his fingers digging into her just a couple of inches from where he'd earlier identified the pain. His voice seemed different, it was deeper and sort of tighter. 'I bet he's worked out that I've become aroused and he's disgusted, or indifferent, probably used to it,' she thought. Then without thinking she raised herself up a little, turned and reaching behind her she put her finger right on the spot on her right buttock where the pain was. Luke felt a jolt of such severe sexual arousal that he was surprised he didn't react more physically than he did. He knew that his cock twitched and hoped she had not seen that as his eyes feasted on the sight as she lifted herself and turned to point out the exact spot. Raised just enough from the table and turned sufficiently so that her breast was in his view. All of it. The entire fantastic orb hung down from her chest, the pink and hardened nipple grazing against the paper sheet. It looked amazing. It was fuller than he had expected, more voluptuous and shapelier. It was a magnificent breast that he saw hanging there. One that cried out to be cupped in a hand, stroked and weighed. How he so yearned to do just that? He knew that he nearly did it. As his eyes gazed at the sensational and so unexpected, but so welcome sight, so he imagined the feel of that globular flesh in his hand. The fullness, the softness and the warmth. The smooth skin and the soft flesh, the rubbery nipple and its bumpy, pink areola. It was as though he was transfixed. At last, after what seemed to have been an age, but was probably hardly a second, he glanced up and caught Christina's eye. Momentarily they stared at each other. Their eyes locked, but no expression changed on either face. "It's right there," she said quietly as she laid flat again. She felt so embarrassed at what she had done as his fingers found the exact spot. She lay there thinking how he had looked at her breast and just knew that she had made a fool of herself for he may well have thought she was coming on to him although, in all truthfulness, it was completely accidental. He was hard. Stunningly hard. The hardness of a young, virile man in need of relief. It stretched right up his belly vertically straining to reach his navel. Thankful that he was wearing his, slightly, looser track pants he knew, though that if she looked at him she could not have avoided noticing the bulge. It was just too large and too obvious. He concentrated on her legs staying out of her view. He was careful to ensure he did not press too lightly, but could not stop himself from making it more of a strong caress than a medically relevant massage. The feel of her soft flesh and smooth skin was so alluring that he began to doubt seriously his suitability to this profession. The view he had was incredible. Shapely legs, slightly splayed, the long, blonde tresses tumbling onto her bare shoulders and the table and the squashed, breasts. The mound of her bottom with the panties, that he had not pushed back into place, still half way down it and the start of the crease between them seeming to be beckoning him. It was all getting too much for him. His massaging of her bottom had strayed far too near the crease. His hands had been far too soft on her silken thighs and the edge of them had too many times gone far closer to her pussy than decorum allowed and which medical reasons required. After 'flashing her tit' at him Christina's imagination had gone into overdrive as he massaged her bottom and then her thighs. Continuously as he did that the warmth of arousal and the tingling, almost itchy, sensations of sexual desire gravitated out from the base of her stomach to fill her breasts. She was bordering on having a climax and had to fight so hard to make sure that no signs of that transmitted itself to him. Several times she had to loosen her grip on the table and force herself to stop her fingernails gripping the table so tightly that it would send signals of her arousal to Luke. * As Luke slid the thin, short mini skirt up over the bottom of the girl who was bent over the back of his settee it wasn't her slim, youthful hips that he was grasping. It wasn't her pert, small nippled breasts that he reached round and cupped and pinched. It wasn't her tight, young cunt that he shoved his thick cock into and it wasn't the, almost, boyish arse that gazed up at him as his balls slapped against her thighs. It also was not the nineteen year old would be model he was making love to. No in his mind he was fucking Christina. It was her voluptuous hips, her full thighs and her glorious breasts. It was her wet, bloated lips that he surged between and it was her rounded womanly arse that he squeezed and kneaded. Yes, as he rammed himself, roughly almost and certainly more energetically than the girl expected, in and out of her, it was the woman that he had been massaging this afternoon that in his mind he was fucking. "I bought you a present James," Christina said to her fifty year old boy-friend as she walked back into their bedroom after a rare evening spent together. "Oh yes hun what's that?" he asked glancing up from the FT that he was reading in bed. "This," she said huskily as she let the dressing gown fall open. "Oh fuck me Christina," James said taking in the black silky thong she had slipped on knowing full well that it would interest him. Smiling, Christina replied. "That's precisely what I intend to do darling." She had been tingling with sexual need ever since leaving the clinic. All evening as she had prepared dinner. All the time as they had sat watching TV and more so as they had got ready for an early night. It was unusual, but not unknown, for her to take the initiative in their relationship so James was not unduly surprised. He reacted by pulling her onto the bed on her front and immediately licking and kissing the rounded, full cheeks of her arse between which the slither of black lace disappeared. And Christina got exactly what her body and mind, inflamed by Luke and the erotic implications she had put on the massage, needed so badly. A good, hard fuck that brought her to a panting, noisy and very full orgasm. * "I think I need to get you to lay on your front Christina," Luke was saying after he'd massaged her lower back and thighs on her next session. "I need to get to where that group of muscles are attached to the front part of your hip bone," he went on to explain as he laid a towel on the table and discretely turned away. They had both approached this session with a similar array of emotions. A high degree of trepidation, loads of excitement, fear that they may do something that would severely embarrass them and disappointment that it was the last. Luke had fiddled or, as he told the reception, rearranged his appointments so that there was an empty one hour slot after Christina. "She has asked for an extra session of faradic," he had explained. "And that may mean I'll overrun the hour." The receptionist told him curtly that meant dead time and Luke made some rather garbled excuse that Ms Hunt was quite prepared to pay for that. "As this is the last session Christina I think we may need slightly longer than the usual so we can attend to the pain on your hip as well as the core problem," he had said as he got her ready for the electronic treatment. As he said that her heart beat a little faster for she also wanted to prolong being with him. She readily agreed and they went through the usual routine of him rolling the robe down and examining her back and the point on her bottom. He had pulled the robe down replacing it with the towel that he had taken rather longer to put in place thus, having the chance to look at her panties. They were again white but not made of the drab cotton of last time. This pair were shiny and they clung to the rounded orbs of her bottom. They were much tighter and were cut more acutely so that instead of fully covering each cheek the elastic bisected each one leaving much more of the alluring flesh uncovered. Christina felt the robe being pulled off her as usual, but it seemed much longer before the towel replaced it. She put that down to her imagination. He connected her up to the electrodes and left her for that to do its magic on her although Christina thought that it took far less time than it had on the previous sessions. It had, for Luke had halved the normal twenty minutes. The usual massage on her back and thighs had been even more excruciatingly arousing for Christina and worrying and frustrating for Luke. She had been unable to stop her imagination creating the most graphically rude scenes as she lay there her eyes tightly closed as his hands glided up and down her opened legs. Luke had to struggle to control himself more than he had ever done before as his fingers slid up and down her thighs going ever nearer to the edge of the towel. Closer and closer to what lay under it. As Christina imagined them not stopping on one of those upward sweeps so Luke was contemplating slipping his hand right under the towel and pressing them against her panties. As that was happening, both of them were wondering the same thing, were her panties wet and would it show? Unbeknown to the other, both were wanting the same thing. Each needed a sign, a gesture, a movement, something to tell them that what they were thinking was also what the other was imagining. But neither had the courage to do that. Several times Luke let his hand brush against the edge of the towel pushing it up a little. A couple of time Christina felt the towel move and wondered what might happen next, but nothing did although she guessed that the gusset of her panties might be on show. He could just see folds of her white panties between her legs and momentarily wondered. 'Was that a dampness or the shadows from the folds in the material?' So as Luke discretely, but very reluctantly turned away pretending to busy himself with her notes, Christina turned over. With the worry of her back this wasn't an easy manoeuvre and to do that she firstly rolled onto her side and then sat up. Her breasts were completely revealed. A part of her wanted him to turn and look at them. A part of her wanted to flaunt them at him. Despite their modest B cup size, she was proud of them. She knew she had good tits. Like many sexually aware, nicely breasted women she also knew that they excited most men and she knew how to use them to their full, attractive and arousing potential. But he didn't even move. 'He's so used to it and what the hell would a young stud want to look at an old bird like me when he can have the sticklike model girls of today?' she thought. Luke guessed that Christina would be sitting up for a moment for he was aware that anyone with a bad back is very cautious about the way that they move until it is fully cured. In his mind he could see the pink tipped mounds jutting proudly out from her chest and he was so tempted to glance over his shoulder. But he didn't dare do that and instead thought of the view of her right breast at the last session. She laid back draping the, rather small she noticed, towel across her breasts. 'Christ,' he thought as she turned round. 'Even lying flat they make impressive lumps in the towel, as his eyes roamed over the body for which he so lusted. He felt himself hardening as he wheeled the ultra-heat machine on its trolley alongside the table using it to hide his rapidly growing cock. Perching himself on the edge of the table and holding the small metal and plastic disc in his hand he explained. "This is ultra-heat Christina. What it does is transmit heat deep into a muscle breaking up any fibroids or dried internal bleeding. It does that by wi fi that links this mouse to the server?" A Mighty Mouse Massage Christina nodded remembering having a similar experience when she was scanned when pregnant. Luke continued as he switched the machine on. "What I have to do is to slowly run this over the area that needs the treatment. I'll put a little jelly on it so that it will glide easily and your skin won't feel the heat and it will be as if the warmth is coming from inside you," he explained. Christina almost smiled as he said that for already, and without any help from the machine, there was plenty of heat being generated inside her. Lying with her breasts covered by the towel and with his bum pressed lightly against her knee was, she felt, an intimate situation. The touch of his silky track bottoms against the bare skin of her leg somehow made her feel closer emotionally to him. On top of the sensations she had experienced from the massage and the wild imaginings her mind had built up she needed little artificial heat for her body was already generating plenty, but that was called desire! "I'll need to move this a little," he murmured, feeling that his voice would surely give him away and tell her what he was feeling as he took hold of the edge of the towel. She heard the tightness in it and knew that hers probably sounded similar as she said. "Sure." It was an incredibly erotic moment for both of them. It was probably the most intimate thing he had done, the most provocative and suggestive action, so far. He slowly lifted the left side of the towel folding it so that the crease ran up her left groin. That exposed her entire left leg from her toes to her hip. It also revealed part of her silk panties. The part that went round her waist and the part that was cut quite acutely at her crotch. Christina could not see that of course. From her supine position and with the covered mounds of her breasts in the way, she could, though, see his eyes and she felt them burning into her. Burning into her groin, burning into her panties and burning into the side of her mound that was partially on display. She closed her eyes, no she screwed them shut, as a far more powerful wave of sexual feelings hammered through her than any she had previously had with him. She tried pushing them from her mind, but they just got worse, and got worse quickly for she heard him say in almost a whisper. "We had better slip this down a little hadn't we?" She felt his fingers on the elastic of her panties as he went on quietly and slowly. "We don't want them getting messed up with the jelly do we?" "No," she croaked finding it hard to speak. "No Luke it plays havoc on silk." 'Shit why did I say that?' she thought. 'What an inane and rather come on remark, he is not interested in me wearing silk panties? Or is he?' she wondered recalling the tightness in his voice. 'Maybe, just maybe?"' she pondered as she felt the elastic waistband being eased over her hip. Luke looked down at her and thought that she looked very tense. Her eyelids were tightly clamped together, her mouth was slightly open with her tongue on her upper lip. He looked at her hands and saw that they were gripping the paper sheet on the table. Could she be aroused, is this getting to her, does she want more, is she up for it?' He wondered hoping but still being concerned that it was his ambitious imagination rather than anything on her part that was making him think this way. He slid the waistband of the panties at the side down further until it was beneath her hip bone. This caused the front part of them to bend to almost where he reckoned her pubic hairs began. He could see the acute angle of the side of her panties poking out from the folds of the towel and he pulled it a little further until a few strands of wayward pubes were also visible. 'She's not a shaver or into landing strips,' he thought, admonishing himself for such wayward thoughts. It felt so intimate to Christina. Almost as if she was naked. Somehow, though, this was even more erotic than being undressed by a lover for here there was the hidden element of not knowing. Of hope, anticipation and the unexpected. Of being totally unaware of his intentions and of her reactions should he be wanting more than providing medical satisfaction? She was boiling up inside as the two of them were huddled on the table, his hands rearranging her scant clothing around her most womanly of places. His mind was racing as he assessed her reactions that, though nowhere near being clear, were certainly encouraging. He knew that she could easily have said she would move the towel and the panties. That she could have put her hand on the towel as he moved it. That she could have been making light conversation and that her body could have been more relaxed, her eyes open and her hands laying by her sides if she wasn't feeling something similar to him. He knew all that, but still he could not be sure of anything. The costs to him were too great, the risks too big the threat too significant if he was misreading the oblique signals. "OK Christina?" he said in what was almost a whisper. "I'll start the treatment." The quietness of his statement simply added to the intimacy that Christina was feeling. It was as if the two of them were conspiring, doing something they perhaps shouldn't, getting together on something they wanted nobody else to share. She felt him squirt the jelly onto her body close to her hip bone and in the start of her groin. 'God he's touching my stomach, his hands are just above my pussy,' she thought to herself as she felt him rub the jelly out over her skin. She was sure she would not be able to stand it. It was becoming too much. She would not be able to resist doing something that would give the game away and then she would make such a fool of herself. She clenched her teeth, shut her eyes even more tightly and gripped the edge of the table very hard. His heart was pounding, his pulses were racing and his cock was as hard as it had ever been as he placed the flat ended mouse on Christina's tummy right next to her hip bone. Smoothing it around in small circles he said in that same almost whisper. "You should feel the heat deep inside you now Christina." 'Feel the fucking heat?' she said to herself. 'Feel the fucking heat from the machine, when I am already burning up inside?' "Can you?" he asked. "Can you Christina?" "Yes, yes," she breathed. "Yes I can Luke." "Good, it'll do the trick," he said croakily. 'Oh yes, oh no, oh shit.' Christina was thinking as the double entendre hit her. 'It's starting to do the trick,' she thought as the feelings welled up in her to levels that so far they had not reached. She was aware now that she was going beyond the point of no return. That the orgasmic sensations were now combining in her mind and body at a rate and to an intensity that would be beyond her control. She realised that they were taking on a life of their own and were beginning to control her. As Luke slid the small, flat piece of metal around the side of Christina's stomach he now stopped all pretence of focusing on the area to which he was supposed to be attending. He let it glide away from her hip bone, down her groin almost to where that vanished between her legs. He slid it up the slope of her tummy pushing it just under the edge of the towel until it came up against the front of her panties that were folded back. That moved the towel a little, revealed more of her panties and stomach. She did not resist. She did not do anything to stop him. She did not pull away or reach down and replace the towel. No, as he looked at Christina his heart began to pound for he was seeing signs. Indications and hints that maybe, just maybe she was feeling the same as he, needing what he needed, wanting what he wanted. 'Was he right or was he overestimating things?' he wondered. The feelings had increased so much that now they were flooding through her. 'Surely it's just not me? It can't be just me, it's him as well,' her tormented mind hoped so desperately as she felt the mouse slide up and down the sensitive area of her groin. 'There's no reason for that,' she suddenly realised. 'There's no reason for that to be sliding down so far that it's almost on my pussy and not where the pain is.' As Christina's, still just coherent, mind registered the mouse sliding over the softness of her tummy, up and down her groin and even on the inside of her thigh right at the top she recognised at last that this could well be two way. That possibly he was as into this as her. 'Oh God let that be true,' she prayed as she felt the mouse slipping under the towel and inside the edge of her panties. This really was shit or bust he knew. This was going just as far as he could without going too far. If she objected, if she queried why he was running it over her stomach he could still explain that away. Christina realised that her reactions must have been becoming obvious to him. He must have seen that she was starting to pant, that she was gripping the table tightly and that her head was turning from side to side as she fought to control the waves of feelings that were hitting her with increasing frequency. She also realised that she was passing a point of no return and that she was exposing her feelings, albeit wordlessly to him. She too recognised it was shit or bust time. Take a very firm grip of herself now, say something trivial, maybe about the weather, pull herself together and she could possibly just about hide the extremities of what she was feeling and he would be none the wiser. She was acutely aware that unless she made the most monumental effort, and she had doubts as to whether she could do that, the frequency would increase even more until it was just one continuous wave of feelings. One overwhelming bank of sensation, one shuddering wall of emotions and that would be her climax, Christina did not say anything, she didn't do anything and Luke didn't stop his sensuous movements on her. An experienced lover as he was he knew the signs of a woman's arousal. The tensing of the body, the tightly shut eyes, clenched fists and the heaving of the chest. He saw each of those. All of them registered in his mind and at last he felt that she was experiencing a similar excitement as he, similar feelings and emotions, desires and wants. At last Luke believed that, just possibly, she was going to give into what her body was demanding, but what her mind, like his, had been resisting. Twice as Christina writhed a little from the intensity of the feelings the towel slipped from her breasts and both times Luke saw her breasts and her nipples in all their hardened glory. Twice her hand came down and pulled it back. But she realised that was crazy for as much as she hid her breasts so now he was uncovering her even more personal places. Luke's hand and the mouse was moving further and further away from the place on her hip where its focus was supposed to be. It was now sliding well under the other towel, it was slipping into the front of her panties and it was encroaching on her most womanly place. Both, almost simultaneously, realised what was happening and that the other was as into this as much as they were. Nothing was said. No action actually confirmed it, but like two strangers that suddenly know they are going to sleep together Christina and Luke knew they were going to share a sexual experience together. His heart crashed against his rib cage as it struck him finally that all along Christina had been aroused and all the little signs and signals of the past sessions flooded through his mind. He felt an enormous sense of relief and incredible excitement as this realisation hit him. He not only felt that but also felt bolder and encouraged. 'He won't think I'm stupid, he won't be disgusted. He wants to do this to me as much as I want him to,' Christina thought as she felt the mouse slip even further down her stomach. Now, she was reassured and confident she did not need to resist, did not need to hold back and did not need to hide anything from him. She didn't need to stop her head from rolling from side to side, she didn't have to hide the heaving of her breasts and she did not have to stop the sighs and moans escaping from her mouth. As she writhed slightly so the towel slipped down from her breasts, not off completely but enough so that both were revealed. As Luke became bolder so the other towel also slipped so that now it exposed her pubic area under the folded back front of her panties. She did not pull the top one up and Luke pulled the other down further so that the top of it was about mid- thigh on her legs. His eyes not only feasted on her breasts, but also on her silk covered pussy as well. Where he had earlier pulled the elastic of the waist-band that had folded the front of her panties and with the additional movements of the mouse that had slipped further so that a thin line of her pubes were revealed. This encouraged and excited Luke. As did her movements for her head was now quite obviously rolling from side to side. Her hands were almost tearing the paper sheet, her eyes were clamped shut, her back arched a little and her legs had slipped open slightly more. Most exciting of all, however, was what those movements had done to the towel that had been covering her breasts. Just a moment or two earlier he had seen that it had slid down the underswell of her marvellous tits. Now, though, with her additional writhing it had, almost as if with a mind of its own realizing the situation, slid from her body and was dangling from the bench. 'God her tits are gorgeous,' he said to himself as, for the first time, he saw both in all their glory. Full, round and deliciously creamy with large, pink areola and big hard nipples they wobbled in the most enticing way as the amazing woman's body jerked in what seemed now like uncontrollable spasms. 'The bloody towel's fallen,' Christina realised her hand searching for it but not finding it. 'What can I do? Fuck it, it feels fantastic like this,' she reconciled relaxing and not bothering any more. She knew he would be looking at her boobs and that gave her the final piece of reassurance she needed. 'If he objected to what was happening,' she managed to consider, 'then he would have pushed it back in place." 'She is up for it, she wants it, well something, and there's no way she'll complain,' Luke acknowledged with a big rush of pleasure as he saw Christina give up her efforts to locate the towel. Luke hesitated no longer. He put all pretence to one side. He stopped the suggestive half-hearted movements of the mouse and he turned his mind from one where he was concerned at her reactions to one where he merely wanted to give her pleasure. Without any further hesitation he slid the mouse downwards. He slid it inside her panties, he slid it over where her pubic hairs began and he slid it along the small, trimmed patch of tawny hair. In small circular movements he slid if further and further downwards. Further and further towards what had been his target from the first time he had seen the patch of white thong covering it. Nearer and nearer to its target, nearer to where he wanted it to be and nearer and nearer to where Christina was willing it to be. The sensations in her were now immense. The feelings were awesome and the need for satisfaction was becoming almost overpowering. She had given up all efforts at hiding anything from him other than her words. Still neither had spoken. Still neither had uttered one word about what was happening. Not a single phrase, explanation or exclamation had come from either her or him. It was almost as if they had a pact of silence. A non-spoken agreement that he could feast himself and his need on her body and that she could wreak whatever pleasure she wanted from him but that neither should say anything. And then she felt such a vicious jolt of feelings. Such an explosion of sensations. Such a blast of sexual desire that her orgasm simply burst over her. With incredible excitement and shaking hands Luke pulled the front of her thong down so that it gaped away from her. The gusset stuck to her lips that he saw were wonderfully wet. He feasted his eyes on the pink dampness of her pussy and so wanted to fuck that., but something told him she didn't want that and in any case the door wasn't locked. Although he knew that no one would come in and if they did he could quickly flick the towel back in place it was too big a risk for him to undress and actually fuck her. No, he was pleased just to get this far. Just to excite her. Just to arouse and hopefully satisfy this amazing woman with this amazing body who was now lying before him as good as naked, writhing with orgasmic pleasure from his hands. He quickly shoved the mouse right onto the juicy front of Christina's cunt. His reward was immediate. There was a deep moan. A thrusting of her hips and a lifting of her bum from the bed as she arched her back. Her head thrashed from side to side and her tits heaved as she started to pant. Her hand reached out for him. It ran up the front of his track trousers and found the outline of his erection. He pulled the waistband down a little and his hugely erect cock seemed to leap out towards Chrissy. Gratefully, almost, she grasped it and stroked its impressive length and awesome girth. She looked magnificent as she climaxed. Her long hair fell onto the table as her head rolled from side to side. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth was now open as she panted, sighed and moaned. Her fingers on one hand dug into the table and on the other gripped his magnificent cock and rubbed it. He pressed the mouse right on that sweetest of all sweet spots and her body seemed to convulse. And then he moved his other hand. He ran it up her parted thighs. He straightened it, held it for a moment and then, without any further hesitation, he shoved three fingers right up her cunt. He knew that for her to climax such further stimulation was not really needed. Her mind had already gone to that plane of sexual ecstasy and that had taken her body there as well. The gyrations, squirmings, writhings and sounds clearly showed that. But this was his reward. His just bonus for what he had created for them. It was his pleasure and his excitement. So as those lovely full thighs clamped round his wrist, as her beautiful face contorted with pleasure, as her gorgeous body convulsed on his table and as her neatly manicured fingernails dug into the bed, he enjoyed his reward. Pushing the straightened three fingers into her pussy as far as they would go he imagined that it was his straining cock that was up her and he fucked her just as he would have done with that. Pumping it in and out he simulated those thrusting penetrations at the same time as he held the warmth of the hard, slightly vibrating and warmth giving mouse right on her clitoris. The sudden intrusion of his fingers put Christina completely over the top. The roaring orgasm became a torrent of body and mind encapsulating sensations that removed all reason and inhibitions from her. As he probed and investigated the deeper recesses of her insides with his cock substitute and as that incredible heat giving mouse tantalized her clitoris so she gave into them. Her hand that was not pumping his cock found her breasts, her back arched and her bum lifted from the table as she writhed against the fingers and the mouse trying to gain every last drop of sensation and pleasure from it. And still the orgasm roared on, increasing in intensity as it went on. It seemed to last for ages for both her and him. Luke watched in such excited incredulity at her as she squeezed and pinched her breasts and gave in so fully to his finger fucking. Christina simply lived the moment and gave in completely to everything that was happening to her. But always they have to end, the perpetual orgasm just doesn't happen. No matter how high one is taken on that orgasmic journey the mind and the body have to return to the mundane of the post-climax condition. Luke felt the pressure on his wrist loosen as the tenseness left her thighs, he saw her body collapse back onto the table and the writhings and sexual convulsions stop. The head became still, the hands left his erection and her breasts and she lay still. He removed his fingers from her soaking womanhood and watched as she, demurely almost, closed her legs. She lay there still, apart from her chest that was still gently heaving, as she regained her breath. He looked at her face and saw that she was sobbing, a tear or two sliding down her cheek making the slither of mascara on her eyelashes stain her skin. He moved alongside the table and put his hand on her shoulder desperately wanting to feel her breasts but knowing that it was not the right time.