6 comments/ 43045 views/ 17 favorites Amy's Massage Ch. 01 By: oreo99 Amy's body was sore. After an early morning workout and 3 strenuous sets of tennis her shoulder, back, and left thigh were hurting again. She sighed as she plopped down in the chair alongside of the court. "Nice match," her opponent offered. "Yeah, you played really well today," Amy politely replied. But in her mind she knew that on a "normal" day she would have won easily, instead of the 4-6, 7-6, 5-7 loss she had just suffered. It was just that lately her body had been hurting more often than not. And to make matters worse, her neck was stiff from sleeping in an awkward position to avoid strain on her chronically aching shoulder. Overall, Amy was in great shape, especially for a woman in her mid-40's. Her petite 5'2" frame was pleasantly filled out with muscular shoulders, arms, and a lean torso. All those years of working out with weights had paid off. And her passion for tennis had given her strong, well-defined legs and a nice, firm ass. Her breasts were small, but well-formed, with dark sensitive nipples crowning her supple mounds of flesh. Dressed in her workout outfit or a bikini, she was quite a sight to behold. She would often go jogging wearing only a sports bra and running shorts, her dark brown hair flowing freely behind her in a pony tail as she ran. Men gave long stares as she passed by, and she noticed cars slow down and heads turn as they passed her along the road. Amy wouldn't admit it, but she secretly enjoyed the attention. Sometimes she would notice her erect nipples visible through the damp fabric of her sports bra and she'd smile to herself as she felt the eyes of yet another passerby transfixed upon her. Amy let out a slight groan as she twisted her body to climb out of the car. The movement heightened the dull pain in her back and leg. Dispirited, she grabbed her tennis bag from the passenger seat and made her way into the house. After three long, frustrating sets of tennis, she was tired; tired and sore. "Time to make an appointment for another massage," she thought as she poured herself a tall glass of ice-cold lemonade. Taking a few sips from the glass, she made her way to her workout bag to pull out her mobile phone. She quickly dialed Leslie's phone number and waited for the masseuse to answer. Instead, she heard voice mail kick in. "Hello, you've reached Leslie. I'll be away until the 28th. If you're in bad shape and absolutely need a massage, I've arranged for my colleague, Alan, to care for you while I'm gone. Just leave a message and he'll return your call." "A male massage therapist...," Amy thought to herself. "Hmmm...I'm not too sure about that." The voice mail beeped, and Amy found herself almost hanging up, but instead stuttered into the phone "Uhh...Hi, this is Amy, and... and I was hoping Leslie could see me..." Then thinking "what the hell," blurted out the rest. "Uh, I guess I need a massage...now, before she gets back. My number is 750-8941." "We'll see what happens," Amy thought as she made her way slowly upstairs to the bedroom. "But what I need right now is a good hot shower." At the entrance to the bedroom, she kicked off her tennis shoes and socks. Struggling a bit, she slowly peeled off her wet shirt and bra and stepped out of her skirt and panties. Moving into the bathroom she reached into the shower, turned on the water and then backed out, waiting for the water to heat up. Amy stood there inspecting her naked body in the mirror. She took great pride in her body, especially when she compared herself to the other women her age. Her sexy curves intermixed with lean musculature turned men on, and she knew it. Placing her hands on her stomach, she let them run slowly up her tight torso until they brushed over her breasts and caressed her shoulders. The firmness of her body felt good under her gentle touch. Responding to the sensuous roaming of her hands, her nipples became erect. She let her hands drop down slowly until her thumbs rested, one on each nipple. A slight smile came across her face as her nipples reacted. "They still look good," she thought to herself. Suddenly aware of the steam rising out of the shower, Amy snapped out of her reverie and climbed in. The hot spray hit her stomach and chest and it felt good. She grabbed the soap and began to rub the slick bar all over her body. The warm water and soapy lather felt luxurious against her tired body. As she relaxed in the warm cocoon of the shower stall her thoughts began to drift. Soon erotic images entered her mind as she began to play out a favorite fantasy in her head... An anonymous man quietly slips into the shower behind her. He reaches his arms around her waist and hugs her from behind. She is startled at first, but then slowly leans back against him. She can feel his hands exploring her warm soapy body. His arousal becomes readily apparent. She turns around in his arms to face him. She looks up, smiles, and they kiss a long deep kiss, tongues probing. Her pulse quickens. Slowly, teasingly, she works her way down his body, kissing his neck, chest, stomach. As she moves lower, her mouth closes around the tip of his fully erect cock. He grows harder in her mouth.... Suddenly Amy realized that her pussy had become very aroused and very wet. "I'd better rinse off and get over to the bed so I can take care of this," she thought to herself. She tingled with the anticipation of using her favorite vibrating dildo on herself. Amy quickly rinsed and shut off the water. She reached out the shower door for her towel and started to dry herself. She was almost completely dry when the phone rang. Quickly, she patted the remaining few drops of water off her arms and hurried over to the phone by the bed. "Hello?" Amy spoke into the phone. The voice on the other end was a man's voice. "Yes, may I please speak with Amy?" She replied, "This is Amy." "Hi Amy. This is Alan...I believe you called for a massage appointment? I have an opening right now, or let's see...one tomorrow morning." "Oh, well...hmmm...I guess the one right now would be better. I have another appointment tomorrow morning. And anyway, I'm awfully sore right now." She laughed nervously. "That'll be fine," came the reply. "The address is 150 Pine St., near Adams." "OK, I can be there in 15 minutes." Amy thought she knew the area. "Great, I'll see you then." Amy hung up the phone. Feeling a bit anxious about meeting a new massage therapist, and a male one at that, she hastily found a clean pair of panties, and slipped them on. Then a pair of running shorts and a sleeveless cotton shirt, with no bra. Grabbing her car keys, she headed off for 150 Pine St. A few minutes later, she pulled up in front of a residential house. Peering out the windshield, she verified that it was the right address. "Well if Leslie recommends this guy, then I guess it's OK," Amy thought as she climbed out of the car. Nervously, she rang the doorbell. A few seconds later footsteps approached the front door. The door opened, and a tall man with dark hair appeared. He extended his hand and said "Hi, I'm Alan. You must be Amy. Please come in." She shook his outstretched hand and immediately felt at ease. As she followed him inside, her eyes quickly scanned up and down his body. "A nice looking man," she thought. He was also wearing a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt. He had muscular legs and an athletic build. He was tall, about 6 feet, and had a deep tan. But what really caught her eye were his hands. They looked strong, yet kind and gentle; the veins that stood out made them seem experienced, in a seductive way. Amy looked up into his face and saw him smiling at her...a nice smile. She was immediately attracted to this man. Her heart raced. She smiled back. They moved down the hall to a spare bedroom where a massage table sat in the middle of the room. The shade was drawn darkening the room, making it seem quiet and safe. "I'll be outside while you undress," Alan said softly. He turned and left, closing the door behind him. Amy nervously began to strip off her clothes. She could still feel her attraction to him and it excited her a little. For a moment she was tempted to remove her panties, but then decided against it. With Leslie, she always kept them on. "This should be no different," she thought. Carefully, she climbed up onto the table and lay face down, covering herself with the large towel that had been set there. The table was padded and felt comfortable as she settled into it. Soon, there was a soft knock on the door. "I'm ready," Amy called out, her voice muffled by the table. She heard the door open and Alan's footsteps enter. "Are you comfortable?" he asked. "Yes," came Amy's muffled reply. She heard the strike of a match lighting, a pause, and then heard him blow it out. The warm glow of candlelight filled the room and she saw uneven shadows dancing on the floor. She heard the mechanical clicking of a CD player, and a moment later, soft, smooth music filled the air. Her breathing started to slow. She relaxed into the soft cushioning of the table. Alan leaned over the back of her head and said in almost a whisper, "Are you ready to begin?" Amy exhaled, "Yes." She felt him uncover her shoulders and upper back and then two warm, oily palms caressed the top of her shoulders, one on each side of her neck. Slowly, the hands began to move in small circular motions, first lightly, and then firmer. Amy let out a deep sigh. The warm hands continued, kneading and rubbing all the sore spots in her shoulders, upper back, and neck. They seemed to know just where to concentrate, releasing the tightness and stress locked inside her body. Amy felt pleasure surging up her spine and into the back of her neck and head. The warm hands felt healing and seductive at the same time. Alan worked his way down the length of Amy's back. Then, long slow strokes back up the entire length. Amy was putty in his hands. She could feel only the hands and the warmth. It felt wonderful. Amy's breathing settled into a slow rhythm, exhaling every time he finished a stroke. A few more blissful minutes passed. Alan moved down to her legs. He started with her left calf holding it carefully in both hands, kneading it softly with his thumbs. He rubbed the back of the calf with the flat of his palm. The soreness there was almost too much for her to take...an odd mixture of pleasure and pain. Slowly, he worked his way higher, past the back of her knee and up her left thigh. As he reached the top of her thigh, he let both hands drop down so that one hand was on the outside, and the other inserted between her legs. Involuntarily, she spread her legs apart just a little. The seductive part of his touch began to have an effect on her. He continued to stroke up and down her thigh. She felt pleasure, then arousal. Once or twice, his hand slipped between her legs and momentarily brushed against the crotch of her panties. That small taste of touch inflamed her pussy. "Any more of this, and I'm gonna be wet real soon," she thought to herself. She was wondering whether the touching had been accidental or not. As she mulled it over in her mind, unexpectedly, Alan said quietly, "If we remove your panties, I can massage your butt. Would you like that?" "Uhh...sure," Amy replied weakly. The sound of his voice had startled her. And now she wondered even more. Amy next felt his hands at her hips, grasping the elastic of her panties, and pulling them down. She wriggled slightly so that he could free them from under her. She felt them come down to her thighs, then her knees, then her ankles, and they were off. "That's better," Alan said matter-of-factly. Amy lay there fully nude, completely exposed to him. She heard him slopping more oil into his hands and rubbing them together. She felt them on her left buttock, warm and tender, yet strong. He rubbed and kneaded, first her left cheek, and then her right. It felt delicious. Once again, his fingertips momentarily brushed against her crotch a few times, but now there was no material in the way. Amy felt her juices starting to flow. She spread her legs a little more. Alan drifted down her right leg, to her calf. She almost groaned out loud when he moved away. She yearned for him to touch her crotch, now hot with desire. But here he was, seductively cradling her calf in his hands...rubbing...so far away from her heat, yet, he was still touching her. As he slowly made his way up her right leg, the anticipation of his fingers brushing her crotch once again drove her out of her mind. Never before had she been so subtly teased. Soon he was massaging her upper thigh once again and the excitement overcame her. The heat emanating from his hands felt so healing, so loving, and she ached for that heat to mesh with hers. He caressed her ass some more, and then let his fingers drift into her hot wetness... lightly at first, and then more deliberately. This time there was no mistaking his intentions. The teasing of his fingertips around her clitoris sent a wave of erotic energy through her entire body. She gasped and spread her legs further. His fingers drifted back to her ass, and she felt a surge of lust as a finger slowly brushed across her puckered hole. Suddenly he stopped. Her body twitched, hungry for more. "Time to flip over," he said softly. She noted a hint of excitement in his voice. Dutifully, she lifted her head and turned over using her elbows. As she faced him, she could see his eyes riveted on her breasts. She became aware of her large nipples protruding with arousal. He had removed his shirt and was standing there in just his running shorts. His body was lean, yet muscular. As her eyes scanned down, she admired the ripple of his stomach muscles. "Mmmm, sexy," she thought to herself. Her eyes moved farther, and she noticed his erection straining against the flimsy material of his shorts. A new wave of desire enveloped her. She lay back down on the table and Alan moved up toward her head. She looked up into his face and he was smiling at her. She smiled back, feeling a little self-conscious. He reached under her head and began massaging her neck. She closed her eyes and sunk deeper into the table. As his hands slowly moved to her shoulders she could feel her breasts swell with anticipation. He rubbed the top of her shoulders and the front of her chest, just above her breasts. She could now hear his breathing as he continued to work on her. His hands slid down between her breasts, around and under each side, and back up again to her collarbone. He repeated this movement several times, and each time it made her nipples even harder with desire. She could feel her heart racing, and his breath quicken. Amy groaned softly in anguish as Alan let his hands slide farther down, to her stomach. Her hard nipples longed to be touched, rubbed, pinched, by those hot hands, but now they were moving away. He placed a hand on each side of her torso and worked her strong stomach with his thumbs and palms. Suddenly his touch softened. He lightly ran both palms slowly over her stomach, back and forth, from the bottom of her breasts to the top of her pubic mound. She began to breathe heavily. His motion increased, until he was touching her breasts at one end, and the inner part of her thighs at the other. Amy's breath became uneven and labored. Alan continued teasing her until he was brushing his fingers lightly against her nipples, and along the pubic hair next to her clit. Then once again, he stopped. She gasped and opened her eyes. He gently took her right wrist and raised it up over her head. She saw that he had a length of torn sheet in his other hand. He deftly secured it around her wrist and tied the other end to the table leg. She cried out but offered no resistance as her initial shock quickly gave way to anticipation. He quickly moved to the other side and did the same with her left wrist. Amy's head swam with excitement. She had often fantasized about being erotically stimulated while bound and helpless. And now it was actually happening! Moving toward her feet, Alan used additional lengths of torn sheet to secure first one ankle and then the other. Now Amy lay there, bound to the table, her legs spread, her fully erect nipples sticking straight up into the air. She struggled slightly, and her breathing became heavy and uncontrolled. Alan smiled at her deviously. He placed both palms softly on her stomach and let them run slowly up her body. Again, he teased her breasts by approaching her nipples, but not quite touching them. He ran his hands farther up, over her armpits, her triceps, and forearms. Her muscular arms felt sexy. He let his hands roam back down her body, past her head, breasts, stomach, and toward her pussy. Amy squirmed in anticipation. A look of lust came over her face. His hands brushed by her pubic hair and continued down her right thigh, to her knee, and ankle. She convulsed, yearning for his touch. His hands started back up again...at her knee, thigh, then once again brushing past her soaking pussy and down her left leg. Amy thrashed in frustration; she was now wild with desire. Once again Alan slid his hands back up her body, past her crotch, up her stomach, and around her breasts. But this time, he let his fingers caress and fondle her hard nipples. Amy exhaled deeply. The sensation of his fingertips rubbing and pinching felt so exciting...so exquisite. He bent over and flicked her nipples with his tongue; then sucked them. He sucked in as much of her breast as he could, engulfing the flesh in his wide open mouth, and all the while teasing her with his darting tongue and nibbling teeth. She moaned in pleasure. Suddenly, he stopped again. Amy watched as he went over to the candle and picked it up. The flame flickered as he slowly walked toward her with it. Amy could only watch as he placed the candle directly over her breasts. She winced in anticipation, yet felt excited at the same time. She tugged a bit against the bindings on her wrists but they were securely fastened. Alan tipped the candle slightly. A few drops of hot wax splashed on her right breast. She recoiled from the sharp pain, but it subsided quickly. He dripped a few more drops. This time, the wax found its mark, hitting her squarely on the nipple. The sensation shot through the length of her entire body, making her shudder, a satisfying mix of pain and pleasure. She watched as he slowly moved the candle over her left breast. She quivered in anticipation, wanting him to repeat the act, yet not wanting him to at the same time. He waited. She lay there helpless. He waited some more. She squirmed. He slowly tilted the candle once more, and the hot wax found its mark. "Ahhhh..." Amy cried out. She began panting, very close to orgasm. The sight of the nude woman tied to the table, writhing and shaking with lust was too much for Alan. He put down the candle and reached to remove his shorts. Amy's eyes focused on his crotch. Her breath quickened. He pulled down his shorts and his erect cock sprang free, sticking almost straight up in the air. She stared at the thick shaft rising from dark pubic hair and capped with a large swollen glans glistening with pre-cum. He climbed onto the table and placed his hard-on directly above her face. She strained to reach it with her tongue. He lowered himself closer so that she could lick his balls and the lower half of his throbbing member. "Mmmmm..." Alan moaned. Unable to control himself any longer, he eagerly positioned himself between her spread legs. "I'm going to get a royal fucking..." Amy thought to herself. The restraints made her even more excited. "...and all I can do is lie here and take it." Alan grabbed his hard penis and teasingly rubbed it against her protruding clit. They each let out a sensuous moan. Amy's Massage Ch. 02 It gradually crept into his consciousness. He wasn't sure at first if he was half-dreaming or half-awake. Almost imperceptible, it was just a faint tickle. But slowly he became aware of the unmistakable friction of two hard nubs sliding along his back, lightly scratching him. Intermittently he noticed the soft pressure of warm flesh gently pushing into him next to the nubs. It soon dawned on him what was causing the sensation. Two breasts were teasingly and deliciously rubbing against him. And then it became very clear. Alan felt the soft breath of a woman in his ear and hands reaching along his side and hips. He recognized them as Amy's. His arousal was sudden and powerful as Amy's hands reached around and caressed his stomach and chest. One hand drifted lower and settled just above his pubic hair. The resulting erection was immediate. Alan became rock hard, his cock swollen thick with excitement. He could feel the moist breath from Amy on his neck and her stiff nipples on his back and it inflamed him further. Her hands continued to explore his torso, enjoying the feel of his hard abs and muscular chest. Teasingly, Amy let her hands drop lower and caress the front of his thighs, and then the inner fold between his legs. She touched all around but was careful not to touch the parts he wanted her to touch the most. His full erection ached for those fingers to fondle him, to wrap around his shaft and stroke him. Alan's breathing became heavy and deliberate. He began to squirm and thrust his hips forward, but his throbbing cock found nothing but air. After several agonizing minutes, he finally felt Amy relent and wrap both fists around his stiffness. By this time his cock head was leaking pre-cum and he was panting with frustration. She began to stroke him forcefully using the pre-cum for lubrication. Alan unconsciously moved his hips in tempo with Amy's pumping action. The sensual eroticism of the act completely overtook him. "Oh my God, this is so incredible," Alan thought to himself. "Everything feels so perfect, just the way..." The buzzing from the alarm clock was jarring. Berrk... berrk... berrk... berrk... "Huh?" Alan pried opened his eyes and angrily slapped at the alarm to shut it off. "Oh shit, why does the alarm have to go off now, right when I'm in the middle of such a hot dream?" Frustrated and disappointed knowing that he couldn't return to his dream and finish, Alan flopped back onto the bed. Lying on his back, his raging cock sloped upward creating a tent in the sheet. He felt so outrageously horny. He closed his eyes and tried to recreate the scene in the dream. Amy behind him, her hard nipples and soft breasts rubbing along his back. Her warm, moist breath on his neck and in his ear. Her fists pumping his rock hard manhood slick with pre-cum. Mmmm... so good. He began to thrust his cock into the sheet in tempo with the memory from his dream. Although lightweight, the sheet provided just enough friction to stimulate his cock head. Alan began to think more about Amy. He loved looking at her sexy body; nicely shaped breasts crowned with large, dark, slightly upturned nipples, tight abs that showed a few ripples of definition, her lean waist flaring out into shapely hips, the folds of her beautiful cunt. And the smell of her sex when she became aroused was absolutely intoxicating. The past couple of months had been incredible. Ever since he had taken a chance during Amy's first massage and touched her erotically his world had changed. Although tempted, he had never done anything like that before with a client. There was just something about her that made him do it. The sexual chemistry between them was overpowering; so overpowering that he had been willing to risk his license by crossing the line. Memories of their massage sessions flashed through his head. She had scheduled another session right away and had come back several times after that. He always made sure to give her a great massage before torturing her with some prolonged teasing and eventually getting around to massaging her most important areas. She loved being bound to the table spread eagle and teased relentlessly, her arousal worked up to a frenzy before begging to be brought to an orgasm, or two, ...or three. He was happy to oblige. With his fingers, tongue, cock, or vibrator. But especially his cock. Alan licked his fingers, reached under the sheet and rubbed the saliva all around his swollen cock head. He spread the slipperiness down his shaft covering it completely. He made a fist and slid his erection into his hand. The saliva worked its way down the shaft more fully and soon he was thrusting rhythmically into the makeshift fuckhole he had formed. But in his mind it was Amy's warm mouth. He flashed back to one particularly hot session where Amy was tied down to the table, helpless. He had been teasing her for a long time, several times nearly bringing her to orgasm, but not quite; oily hands stroking her entire body, mouth sucking her breasts, tongue flicking her erect nipples, stiff cock rubbing back and forth against her swollen clit, vibrator penetrating her wet pussy, and feather light finger tips teasing her everywhere. She was delirious with lust and the sound, sight and smell of that lust in turn had triggered his arousal to an extraordinary level. As a result he had one of the hardest erections of his life. Feeling the extreme need to cum, he told her that she couldn't cum until after he did. He went to the head of the table and she turned her head and took him into her mouth sucking voraciously. Alan relived the moment, stroking his cock, fantasizing that he was fucking Amy's soft mouth just the way he had done that day. He could still see her and smell her and taste her as she writhed on the table, frantic to satisfy him so that she in turn could be satisfied. Then he remembered another time when he had finished her off but still had his own cock that needed to cum. He had laid down on the table face up and she had lovingly leaned over and allowed him to tit fuck her. Alan fantasized his cock sliding between her tits as he continued to pump hard with his fist. With his other hand he caressed his torso enjoying the feeling of his strong chest and hard abs. He could still see her excited nipples and her face smiling down at him. He could still feel the soft flesh of her breasts engulf him as she squeezed them together to make a tight hole for him to fuck. Ummph, ummph, ummph. Alan threw the sheet off and began to fist himself in earnest. Flashbacks of his multiple encounters with Amy raced through his head. Ummph, ummph, ummph. Fucking her tits. Fucking her soft mouth. Pounding her hot dripping pussy. "OHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Alan moaned loudly and threw his head back, his cock exploding, shooting white cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock and balls spasmed 4 or 5 times as pure pleasure surged through his entire body. A few moments later, and with great relief he lay back and relaxed, his cock softening in his cum covered hand. He glanced over at the clock. 8:39am. "Holy shit, I'm gonna be late!" Alan thought as he jumped out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom. --- Amy awoke feeling well rested. It was about 15 minutes before her alarm was due to go off. She turned and shut it off so it wouldn't make a racket, then lay back to relax for a moment and gather her thoughts. She was aware that she had been dreaming. Nice dreams. Sexy dreams. Dreams where Alan did amazing things with her. Dreams where he fulfilled her sexual needs in the most perfect way. They were her dreams after all, so of course it was all perfect. The past few weeks had been amazing. She found herself in a state either anticipating her next massage appointment, or reveling in the sensations during or just after the actual session. A whole new world of erotic sensuality had opened for her and she felt giddy and alive. She was even winning nearly all of her tennis matches and her opponents had commented on her recent "spark". It had been a difficult couple of years. The divorce had left her broken, hurt, and isolated. Her ex-husband had taken with a younger woman and that had made her feel washed up and obsolete. It didn't help that the "other woman" looked like a younger version of herself. "What a cliche my life has turned into," she had thought. But now, here was this gorgeous, sexy man making her feel like the most important thing in the world. Giving her deep sexual healing and revealing states of ecstasy that she didn't even knew existed. But most importantly, he made her feel desirable and desired. Amy's thoughts drifted to the previous massage session when Alan had truly desired her. She felt it in the way he touched her and of course when he stripped off his shorts his thick full erection left no doubt. He had started with a regular deep relaxing massage as usual. Then as things progressed his touch turned lighter and his fingers teasingly probed places that would normally be off limits; the innermost parts between her thighs, the edges around her areola, a stray finger sliding over her anus. She remembered being highly aroused. "Would you tie me up again?" The words came out of her mouth before she even realized what she had asked. Slightly embarrassed, she remembered how her face had blushed. "Sure," Alan had said smiling. He proceeded to spread her arms over her head and bind her wrists to the table legs. Then at the foot of the table he had forcefully spread her legs apart securing her ankles as well. Spread eagle, she remembered feeling open and vulnerable, but also open to the pleasures she knew he would soon administer. Amy slid her hands under the blanket and felt her own body. Her hands reached up and cupped her breasts, then slid down her body and stroked the warm flesh of her stomach and inner thighs. Her fingers explored her moist labia and swollen clit hood. She spread her legs and raised both hands over her head to capture the sensation of being tied. Sucking in a deep breath she exhaled enjoying the familiar feeling. Alan's oily hands had roamed all over her body, sometimes pausing to give one area a little extra attention, but then moving on to other parts eager for similar attention. Keeping her legs spread and one hand above her head, she took her free hand and simulated what Alan had done to her. Light teasing fingertips everywhere. Pinching and rolling her stiff nipples. Feather light nudges all around her pussy, but not quite touching directly. Amy sighed soft moans as she imagined her hand was Alan's. He/she continued to tease her body for several minutes, eventually caressing the lips of her pussy, and then drawing her fingers into her wet vagina, stimulating her G spot. Her thumb found her swelling clitoris and she rubbed it in earnest. In her mind she remained tied up as "Alan" used her body as he pleased. The words he had spoken next still rung in her ears. "I need to get out of these shorts so my cock can enjoy your body," Alan had said, an urgency in his voice. The mental image of him stripping off his shirt and then slowly pulling down his shorts was clear in her mind. She could still see his lean muscular upper body and large erection jutting out from below. He had grabbed his cock and deliberately rubbed it a few times before stepping closer to the table. She had reacted by turning her head toward him and opening her mouth, inviting his cock to be sucked. She remembered the desire she had felt to have that cock in her mouth, his hardness proof that he desired her in return. Amy reached over into her nightstand and pulled out a realistic looking dildo. Taking the dildo into her mouth she relived the sensation as Alan had slid his eager cock into her waiting mouth. She felt his penis stiffen and grow even larger as she sucked and tongued it. Still fantasizing that she was bound spread eagle she could feel her pussy becoming quite wet. "Fuck me! Alan, please fuck me!" Amy had begged. "I need you to fuck me!" Alan had responded by climbing onto the table and hanging his pulsing cock over her wet hole. Grabbing his penis with one hand he had used the tip as a tool to rub all over her pussy. He made a point of stimulating her clit by rubbing it directly with his cock head using a small circular motion. Amy took the dildo and simulated what Alan had done. She positioned the dildo head on her clit and rubbed it around and around. Her breathing became irregular and she made soft moaning sounds. The stimulation was exquisite and her pussy was soon gushing. She recalled how Alan had worked on her clit and pussy until she was out of her mind with desire. Being bound to the table and helpless to control any of the action felt so naughty. She yearned for penetration. Apparently Alan did too. A few seconds later he repositioned himself and slowly pushed his erect cock into her sopping vagina. "Oooohhhhhhhhhh," Amy slowly inserted the dildo into her pussy just as Alan had done with his cock. Being fucked while restrained felt wonderful. She slid the dildo in and out pumping her pussy while fantasizing it was Alan. Her hips began to buck in concert with the pumping action. He had reached down with one hand and placed his thumb on her clit and massaged it while he continued to thrust into her. Amy did the same, furiously rubbing with one hand while continuing to pump the dildo with the other. Amy came multiple times. Two large orgasms with a few smaller ones in between. As the last large one faded, she paused to catch her breath. "Mmmmm... that was sooo good," Amy exhaled. She recovered a few minutes later, and her thoughts wandered to her upcoming massage appointment on Thursday. A flash of inspiration sparked in her mind and she grinned a devious smile. "He's not going to know what hit him," she realized giggling to herself. Her focus switched to the top right drawer of her dresser where she kept her sexiest lingerie. Soon after the divorce she had given herself the gift of a lacy, see-through black bra and panty set in an attempt to make herself feel sexy again. When she tried it on it did make her look and feel sexy. Not much was left to the imagination as her dark nipples could easily be seen though the sheer fabric. Likewise, her pussy lips were very noticeable through the triangle patch of the panties. But she hadn't really had a reason to wear them... until now. Glancing at the clock it read 8:43am. "Oh crap, I've got to get moving!" Amy's Massage Ch. 03 Amy hadn't felt this energized in months, maybe years. She felt it in her everyday activities fueled by an underlying erotic charge that coursed through her entire body most of the day. Ever since the idea had popped into her head a few days ago, it was practically all she could think about. And the more she thought about it, the more erotically charged she became. The next few days were torture for Amy. She couldn't concentrate on anything other than the plan she was formulating in her mind for Thursday's massage appointment with Alan. She scripted it over and over to make sure it would go off without a hitch. Amy really wanted this to go well. She re-familiarized herself with the sheer black bra and panty set to make sure she understood how much give there was to the elastic and that she knew the best way to put them on... and take them off. Everything seemed like it was falling into place. Wednesday night she masturbated to relieve the erotic tension that was building up inside her. "Something to just take the edge off... not completely satisfy myself," she rationalized. At long last, Thursday arrived, and not a moment too soon as far as Amy was concerned. An hour before her appointment she took a quick shower and dressed, putting on the sheer bra and panties. Checking herself in the mirror she felt wickedly naughty. Over that she pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Alan would be unsuspecting as to the smoldering sensuality lying beneath her normal clothing. A half hour later she pulled up to the now familiar house where Alan lived. She got out of the car and recalled the first time she had arrived there. She had been anxious, nervous and a little afraid, knowing that she was going to be massaged by a male therapist. She giggled to herself knowing how it had all turned out eventually. Ringing the doorbell, Amy shifted between one foot and the other, eager for him to answer. The door opened and Alan grinned broadly at her. "Hey, hello! Come on in," Alan greeted her. She entered and walked into his embrace, a nice tight hug. She could feel his strong upper body and smell his scent and she was momentarily intoxicated. "You know the way... Alan said as he led her to the massage room. "How have you been?" he asked. "I'm in need of some real, ahem, therapy," Amy replied smiling and raising one eyebrow with a knowing look. "I'm sure I'll be able to satisfy ALL of your needs today," Alan said following her lead. "Is there any particular area that needs extra attention?" he asked raising both eyebrows. "Yeah, here, and here," she replied deadpan as she pointed with both hands to her crotch and then to her breasts. "Well I'll be sure to focus on those areas and work out any tension I find there," Alan said continuing the joke. "Why don't you get undressed now and get on the table. We'll have you lie face down first." With that Alan stepped out of the room and closed the door. Amy thought it almost comical that he would adhere to normal massage protocol after all they had done together. She looked around the room and everything felt familiar. Once again she flashed back to her first appointment. Giggling, she recalled how she had kept her panties on, being too shy, especially with a male therapist. "Well today I'm going to leave my panties on again," she thought to herself smiling. She quickly stripped off her T-shirt and shorts and stepped out of her sandals leaving her in just the bra and panties. Out of her purse she pulled out a very flimsy, very sheer white robe and put that on, securing it at the waist. She stood, one hand on the table, half leaning with her hip jutting out seductively waiting for Alan to return. Soon there was a soft knock on the door and Alan called out "Are you ready?" "Yep, and I hope you're ready," Amy replied cryptically. Curious, Alan slowly opened the door. His jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide as he took in the hot scene. Amy stood there subtly rotating her hips and gyrating her chest bringing attention to her breasts. Through the flimsy white robe Alan could clearly see the dark bra and panties, and through them, the faint outline of her dark nipples and the folds of her pussy. He gave a gulp and stared, not being able to take his eyes off the sight before him. He could feel his penis inside his running shorts surge as he recognized the tingling sensation of an impending erection. "Today we're going to do something different," Amy stated flatly. "Today you're going to get on the massage table and I'm going to massage you!" Alan's pulse quickened with excitement. His erection was now beyond his control. "What??? No way," Alan said with feigned objection in his voice. "Get undressed and hop up onto the table. We'll have you face down first," Amy said mocking Alan's lines. Alan stood there dumbfounded for a second. "Take off all your clothes, now!" Amy commanded. She didn't afford him the courtesy of leaving the room as Alan had always done for her while she undressed. Relenting, Alan reached down and pulled his shirt over his head revealing his defined chest and rippling abs. Amy stared at him soaking in the view. Alan stared back hypnotized by her absolute sensual beauty. Amy's eyes dropped as Alan put a thumb in each side of the waistband of his shorts and slowly lowered them. As he straightened up his erect cock jutted forward and slowly bobbed up and down. Amy almost salivated as she felt a strong desire to put her mouth around that gorgeous pole and suck. Alan looked up and saw Amy ogling his cock and that excited him. His cock responded by becoming harder and stiffer until it pointed upward directly at Amy. Her eyes scanned higher until she was looking Alan right in the eye. She stepped away from the table and let the robe drop off one shoulder exposing her bare flesh to him. She teasingly pulled on the tie at her waist and let the robe fall partly open in front so he could get a better glimpse of her legs and panty covered pussy. The moisture from her pussy made the sheer fabric of the panty even more transparent. Alan stared mesmerized with his mouth partially open. She proceeded to tease him further by exposing one bra covered breast from behind the robe. Her nipples were now fully erect, dark circles straining against the fabric, forming obvious protrusions. Amy turned until she was facing away from him. Swaying her hips she began a slow strip tease. She let the robe fall softly off her shoulders until it fell to her mid back. She turned her head and looked at him, smiling. Alan was exhaling short small breaths, a look of lust on his face. She let the robe fall farther until it exposed her shapely ass. In one smooth motion she lifted the robe completely off and held it at arms length away from her letting it dangle for a second or two before flinging it aside and letting it drop to the floor. Gyrating her body she slowly turned around facing him again. Her rotating hips brought attention to her wet panty covered pussy. She raised her hands and put them behind her head lifting her hair and then letting it fall. This brought focus to her swaying breasts proudly on display. Amy's hands slowly lowered and she began caressing herself. First her shoulders and stomach, and then breasts and neck. Working lower her hands roamed down to her legs. Placing both hands on her right knee she drew them up, the fingertips of her right hand gliding along her outer thigh and the fingertips of her left along the inner thigh. As they reached her crotch she lingered toying with her pussy, one hand finally slipping underneath her panties to directly massage her cunt. Amy's breath grew uneven as her fingers worked. "Ooaahhh..." she groaned. She looked up to see Alan's reaction. He stood there with his cock at stiff attention looking stupefied, eyes transfixed on her pussy. His breathing was heavy, reflecting the lust building within. She reluctantly drew her hands away, upward along her stomach and between her breasts. Her nipples were aching for attention. Her hands circled around and cupped her soft mounds through the fabric of the bra. Finally they settled on her right breast, her right hand cupped under and stroking the protruding nipple with her thumb, while her left hand pulled down on the cup fabric in an effort to gain better access. She gave a slight tug and the bra strap fell off her shoulder as the cup gave way allowing Amy direct access to her bare breast. "Oooooh... she cooed seductively, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue. Suddenly she turned and faced away, her back towards Alan. Reaching back with both hands she fumbled with the bra clasp. Alan's pulse quickened as he anticipated being able to soon view her nude torso unencumbered by the bra. A few seconds later as if she had changed her mind she turned her head and smiled at him. Turning back around to face him she shook her finger "no, no" and pulled the bra strap back up onto her shoulder. "Naughty boy!" she said in a mock scolding tone. "You thought you were going to get to see Amy's tits. But we have to get to work on your massage!" His disappointment was quickly replaced with a new anticipation. The thought of being massaged by this sexy, aroused woman made his cock twitch. "All right, up on the table on your stomach," Amy took charge. Smiling, Alan obeyed and climbed onto the table being careful to position his hard-on under his stomach. "Comfortable?" Amy asked, playing the part of masseuse fully. "Yeah, everything's good." "Are there any tight areas that need extra work today?" Amy continued, playing masseuse. Alan snickered and Amy giggled. Amy began by dripping oil along Alan's back and working it in with both hands up and down his spine and along his shoulders. After a few minutes she worked her way down to his lower back and butt. She reveled in the opportunity to fondle his oil covered ass. She had admired it every time she had seen him and now she was getting to explore it with her hands for as long as she wanted. She continued down the back of his legs and to his feet. As she was massaging his feet she stated, "It's very important to massage the feet. It makes you feel grounded. Some massage therapists fail to do that." They both chuckled loudly, recalling her first massage when he had never gotten around to doing her feet because he was too busy "doing" other parts of her. After a few more minutes Alan said, "Hey you're pretty good at this." "Just wait and see howww good," Amy drew out the "how" for emphasis. In her mind she knew he wouldn't be disappointed. Amy continued, slowly making her way up his legs to his inner thighs. Alan spread his legs apart to give her access. She rubbed the oil higher and higher, at first acting professional, but eventually brushing the back of her hand against his balls. "Oops, sorry, " Amy mocked an apology. They both giggled. She went in wholeheartedly smearing oil on his balls and fondling his scrotum. Reaching under and rubbing the base of his shaft, he reflexively lifted his butt in the air making room for her hand to reach under his stomach and stroke his long shaft with oil. His cock stiffened as her small oily hand pumped up and down his large thick shaft. Every few strokes she stopped to rub all around the head before continuing anew. "Uuuhhh, that feels soooo good," Alan sighed. With her left hand she oiled his ass and caressed around the rim with her fingers while at the same time continuing to pump with her right hand. "MMMMMMM... Alan groaned loudly. A minute or two later Amy said "OK, that's enough for now" and pushed his butt back down towards the table. She went to reload on oil. Alan turned his head so he could watch her. She took a generous amount of oil and slathered it all over the front of her body. She covered her chest and bra with it, her stomach, and her panty covered pussy. He watched fascinated as the sheer fabric of her lingerie seemed to almost disappear as the oil soaked through. Her hard nipples were quite pronounced and he could see her protruding clit poking against the wet fabric. Satisfied with her state of lubrication she returned to the table and climbed up. She leaned over his back and let just the tips of her fabric-covered nipples drag along his skin. The sensation made him tingle. She continued teasing him in this way all over the back of his body, all along his back, across his butt, and down his legs. It felt so erotic. She in turn was stimulated by the friction against her aroused breasts. Amy pushed down harder into Alan using her entire chest to massage him. Soon she was laying on top rubbing her whole body into him. Her legs straddled one of his thighs and she slowly humped it grinding her clit into his hamstring. They both breathed deeply and let out soft moans. Alan could feel pre-cum leaking out the tip of his cock under his stomach. Stopping before he wanted her to, Amy climbed off the table and said "Time to flip over." Alan raised himself and shifted around until he was sitting. Amy focused her eyes on his erection waving slightly back and forth. She could see pre-cum glistening on the head and she smiled knowing her actions were having the desired effect. Alan adjusted his position and lay back until he was face up spread out on the table. He looked over at Amy and was treated to an erotic sight. She was wet with oil, the mounds of her beautiful breasts rose and fell with each breath while her dark nipples screamed with erectness. Her oily skin highlighted the faint ripples of her abs. The small patch covering her pussy seemed practically invisible. The sexy folds of her pussy lips were swollen and slightly open and converged at her erect clit, which seemed to beg for attention. He looked up to her face and she returned his gaze, her disheveled hair partially covering one eye. "You are sooo damned hot," Alan whispered. Amy merely smiled as she approached him rubbing massage oil between her hands. As she placed her hands on his chest Alan let out a deep exhale. Her hands lightly rubbed all over his chest and stomach. It felt exquisite. As she continued, Amy let her hands explore further... under his neck, across his shoulders, down his sides, across his thighs, up between his legs and finally let her hands rest just above the base of his shaft. His cock twitched and she could feel it against the back of her hands. She got more oil and dripped it along the entire length of his hardness. Using just a fingertip she slowly smoothed the oil all along his shaft and down to his balls. She adjusted the angle of her fingertip and lightly scratched along his scrotum, up and down his length, and finally around his swollen glans. Alan's cock responded by stiffening to rock hardness. Amy stepped away from the table and returned holding four strips of sheet. Alan immediately recognized them as the strips that he used to tie Amy down to the table. He gasped with anticipation knowing what would come next. Amy firmly took his right wrist, fastened a strip around it, and raised it over his head securing it to the table leg. She repeated with the other wrist, and then with each ankle. Alan lay there spread wide and bound to the table. His breathing increased as he became more excited. His fully erect cock stood hard and raging, angling upward away from his stomach. Smiling deviously, she took a few steps back away from the table. A sensuous mood overtook her as she slowly rolled her head back and around exposing her sexy neck and throat. Her body began to gyrate slightly, her hips swaying and back arching to emphasize her breasts. She let the bra strap fall off her left shoulder and down until her left breast was completely uncovered. Her hand moved to cup and stimulate the exposed mound, her fingertips playing with the stiff nipple. Her face displayed sheer pleasure as she continued. Bringing both hands down she hooked the sides of her panty in each thumb and slowly pulled them down and away from her crotch, stopping mid-thigh. Her exposed cunt was shiny with moisture. She spread her legs slightly causing the panty elastic to stretch further between her legs as she brought both hands to her pussy and began to rub wantonly. Soft moans emanated from her throat as her body continued to slowly gyrate. Alan felt like a caged animal as he watched the scene unfold. He wanted desperately to grab her and ravish her aroused body with his mouth, tongue, and hands, to thrust his quivering cock into her hot, wet pussy and penetrate her deeply. No... he didn't want to... he NEEDED TO thrust his cock into her... hard and deep. But the restraints kept him from doing anything but watch and grow ever increasingly aroused. Amy moved one hand back up to her breasts and rubbed and pulled on them as she continued to stimulate her pussy with her other hand. She slowly inserted two fingers and began finger fucking herself while her thumb circled frantically on her clit. Unable to gain full satisfaction she let her other hand drop so she could use it to rub her clit more vigorously while continuing to finger fuck herself with greater urgency. Watching Amy with her panties partially pulled down and bra halfway off while frantically pleasuring herself was too much for Alan. "Unngh, unnghh, unnghh," Alan made animalistic grunts as he thrashed on the table unable to free himself and frustrated out of his mind. His stiff cock waved wildly trying desperately to fuck something... anything... but only finding air. Amy looked up to see Alan's extreme desire for her and that triggered her ascent. It built slowly, higher and higher until finally, finally, finally she exploded, her orgasm blasting through her pussy, up her body and out her head. She screamed loudly followed by a series of delirious moans. Her legs became wobbly and she leaned back against the wall to keep herself from falling. Breathless, Amy slowly began to recover. In the mean time, Alan had been laying there panting and making almost whimpering sounds. His denial was unbearable. Seeking to rectify the situation she stood up and slowly approached him, hips swaying seductively. As she reached the table she took one hand, reached back and released her bra strap. The bra fell from her body exposing her completely. She let the bra hang, dangling from one finger, over his body. Ever so delicately she placed the bra loosely between his knees and slowly drew the strap up between his legs letting it drag along his inner thigh. Alan stared at her tits and gasped. The contour of her breasts capped with stiff upturned nipples, and coupled with the teasing sensation running up toward his cock, stirred something deep and primal in his gut. Alan shuddered. Continuing her torture, she dragged the bra strap up along the length of his shaft and over his cock head, and dragged farther up his stomach to his chest and across his erect nipples. Finally she let the cups fall to his face so he could smell her scent. She reversed course and teased moving back down his chest toward his cock. When she arrived she let one of the shoulder straps hook under his shaft. His erection, now caught in the bra, was pulled downward until it stood pointing straight up. The resistance increased and the pace of dragging nearly slowed to a stop. Amy thought he looked bigger than ever before like this. She kept pulling the bra toward his feet until his cock bent downward and finally broke free. It snapped back hitting his stomach with a slap. Amy repeated this several times until Alan begged for more stimulation. "Please, please, stroke me, suck me, touch me, please..." Ignoring his pleas Amy tossed the bra aside. She stepped a few feet away from the table and turned away from him. She bent over and slid her panties the rest of the way down her legs and off. Alan got a full view of her ass and open pussy lips between her legs. She looked like she was begging for someone to approach her from behind and fuck her hard. Alan involuntarily thrust his hips in a fucking motion but once again came up with nothing but air. Amy's Massage Ch. 01 "Do you want me to fuck you?" Alan asked, wanting to hear her beg. "Oh God, yes...please, please fuck me..." Amy breathed in a throaty voice. "Please fuck me hard!" A wanton look crossed her face. He looked directly into her eyes, and guided his throbbing manhood into her open wetness. They both gasped at the overwhelming sensation. Slowly, inch by inch, he lowered himself into her depths. They became one, staring at each other wide-eyed, panting in ecstasy. He began pumping into her rhythmically, his swollen cock engulfed in pure joy. She lay there, receiving his every thrust with equal joy. They wanted it to last forever. Yet they could hardly wait to reach their common goal. Soon he was fucking her wildly, thrusting deep and hard; the table rocked and shook. At first it had been all about her pleasure, but now consumed with lust, Alan could no longer control himself. He could only feel the burning desire deep inside him, aching to be released. He slammed against her relentlessly, driving his raging cock deep into her hot, gushing hole. Her mind went numb and she let out a series of loud moans interspersed with short gasps for air. She wriggled back and forth, but the bindings kept her from moving much. All she could do was lay there and meet his hungry cock with her own restrained thrusts. Their heat grew, burning from their innermost core and emanating outward until it engulfed them completely. Each penetration felt heavenly, and Amy could feel herself edging closer and closer. Finally, it rose ever so higher, and Amy reached her pinnacle, letting go with a long steady moan of unbelievable pleasure and relief. The waves of her orgasm floated through her, over her, and all around her. She flung her head back and her mouth opened wide in disbelief. The sound of her ecstasy was too much for Alan to bear. The hot, moaning, orgasmic, female body writhing under him excited him out of his mind. With one last large thrust, he stabbed her deeply. His semen came gushing out, each strong spasm bringing intense pleasure to his entire being. He became dizzy in orgasmic bliss. Breathing heavily, he collapsed onto her warm oily body. They lay there a moment catching their breath, occasionally shuddering from the aftershocks of sexual energy passing between them. Alan untied her wrists and then her ankles. She rolled over onto her side and gave him a big hug and kissed him deeply. He put his arms around her and wrapped his top leg over her until she was wrapped inside him. The experience had been so overwhelming that tears welled up in Amy's eyes. They lay like that for a long time, stroking, kissing, caressing, saying nothing...just enjoying the moment. After several minutes they stirred. Alan broke the silence. "You'll have to come back soon for another massage," he said smiling broadly at her. "Yes, I'd love that," Amy replied. "But next time you'll have to do a better job... you forgot to massage my feet!" Amy let out a big laugh. Alan grinned and was laughing too. Soon they were laughing together uncontrollably, wrapped in each others arms.