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Massage Control

By: danishmichaela



As the hand slid up the inside of the thirty seven year old woman's thigh, she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly 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 to go further. Willing it not to stop. 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 twenty six year old Australian 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 Michaela, or Michy as most of her friends called her, had visited the physiotherapist for the pulled muscle in her lower back. The third time she'd lain on the table naked apart from her panties and towels placed discretely over her body. And each time she'd had these feelings. Initially they were hardly noticeable. The first time he'd massaged her, her mind had only 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 had to be, after all, she was a senior manager in a US, global investment bank. She was quite used to her mind thoroughly analysing situations and looking at things from all angles. After all, when you are head of mergers and acquisitions for Europe and the Middle East a woman needs to be imaginative so, as she'd laid on the table the first two times, her full, naked breasts squashed against it, she hadn't 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, she was a respectable separated woman making it big time in banking and was not prone to having flings, well not ones that could rebound on her. 

Michaela is Danish. She has the liberated, free-thinking attitude towards sex that is a feature of the Scandinavian personality. Throughout her marriage, both she and Erik her husband had embraced this philosophy so neither had felt restricted to sex within their marriage. The marriage had, in the main worked that is until the bank offered Michaela a massive promotion that meant she had to relocate to London. Erik hated the UK and downright refused. Hence, the split.

Brad had moved to the UK just over a year ago after completing his physio. course at Melbourne Medical School. He'd been fairly lucky to land the job with this practice based in the Mayfair area of London and had done well since being there. He was gradually 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 people and curing them 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'd been taught. He'd been educated to look on them as an object, a medical problem and a challenge to his knowledge and skill. He'd 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'd had that self-control. Not that he'd come across a woman who was 'offering' herself for what Brad experienced was far worse. He was finding himself tempted by women who weren't suggesting more. And that in the UK would be an arrestable offence and one that would for certain lose him his license.

Michy had hurt her back playing tennis and after almost a week of it not getting any better she'd made an appointment at the physiotherapist. After checking in, meeting Brad and explaining the problem to him she'd been taken to a changing cubicle by a receptionist who'd 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 unthinkingly she'd 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'd been instructed to do.

"OK Michaela, could you lay on your front on the table please and undo the tie on the robe?" Brad asked in his Aussie brogue.

Laying flat she felt him pulling the robe down her back until it was bunched around her waist. His hands prodded and probed around her lower back for some time. Brad quickly identified the problem as being one of the group of muscles near to the base of her spine having been stretched.

"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. Michy 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'd need some faradic and ultra sound treatment and that she'd probably need three sessions.

"So if that's OK?" he smiled. "We can start."

The electronic treatment over Brad came back into the room. After asking how it felt, he said that they'd finish off with a massage. 

"As the muscle that's stretched affects both your back and legs we'll need to massage both areas" he explained looking deep into her eyes.

"Sure no problem," Michy replied, quite looking forward to being massaged.

"OK well you'll need to undo the robe again and lay on your front" he explained. 

Removing her glasses and giving them to Brad 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. Brad took hold of the gown and lifted it away from Michy before 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 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 muscle. As his hands pressed and kneaded her back so he could see the outline of her squashed boobs and that confirmed what he'd suspected when he'd seen her dressed. She was an extremely full-breasted woman with spiky, blonde with darker streaked hair.

Although Michy had been massaged before they had been at health farms or beauty salons and never had she had such a strong and deep pummelling of her body. It didn't hurt but did quite often 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. The area where she knew there was some excess flesh for it was there and on her boobs where the excess unused-up calories gathered.

"Is it ok Michaela?" Brad 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.

"I have to get in deep to get to the muscle so it will be a little heavy for you, sorry."

Michy didn't reply but simply laid there letting her body become accustomed to the strong hands.

"OK that'll do on the actual damaged area," Brad 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."

Michy felt him lift the towel a little and then press it in around the tops of her legs. Although she couldn't 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.

Brad knew he was being a little daft. He recognised that he was taking advantage of the situation, using Michy'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 voluptuous 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'd changed his mind. But the sight of her lovely face, eyes closed and lips parted, her large breasts squashed against his table, her long, shapely, slightly opened legs, the swell of her bottom and the image of the thong he'd seen earlier were all too much for him.

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 didn't seem to be delving as deeply into the flesh. They didn't give her the discomfort and they didn't make her gasp or grunt. No, it was an altogetherl 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 Michy became more and more relaxed. It was almost as if she were being hypnotised by the gliding, sliding hands.

Brad 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 he saw. Not overly slim, for her muscles were well formed, but they were lithe and very shapely. He'd earlier noticed the slight excess flesh on her hips that he knew from experience was quite common amongst women of Michy's age that he put in the late thirties or maybe early forties. The combination of the legs and hips with the full breasts gave her a very curvy and totally feminine figure just, Brad acknowledged with a slight gulp, as he preferred his women.

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'd need to finish within the next five minutes or so to avoid a patient back up, something that was particularly frowned upon.

Leaning over Michy 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 couldn't 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, Michy realised with a shock, but they'd also stimulated her body for she felt a surge of sexual feeling start to ooze through her.

She almost felt cheated when she heard Brad say.

"Ok that's fine for today Michy 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 Michy." Then he was gone and she was left alone to finish dressing back in the cubicle.

Brad 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'd get 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 laid there. 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 Mount Street apartment provided by the bank where Michy lived, she was sipping a glass of chilled Chablis. With the prospect of yet another long evening alone, 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 a thirty seven, well actually eight, year old highly successful banker 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 didn't 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 Michy 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'd wanted Brad'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 Brad's fingers to fuck her.

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 heavy breasts squashed against the table, her thighs, her short, rather masculine, blondish, spiky long, chestnut hair, dark eyes and full lips all reverberated around Brad'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 Michy and not him that was holding his achingly swollen 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 pussy.

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 isn't fully satisfying but it does relieve the ache and, temporarily, the need. But Brad 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. And 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. See her opened legs, her shapely thighs and her full, squashed 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, Michy 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.

'Oh shit she looks fantastic' Brad thought to himself as he wandered into the treatment room and saw Michy sitting on the table in the white, towelling robe. He'd momentarily 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'd 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 recalling her thoughts as she'd masturbated after the first session. She hoped it didn't 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.

Michy undid the tie on the gown holding it together as she clambered onto the table. She laid 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.

"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.


Massage Control



"Just a little lower," Michy 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 Brad 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 Michy 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 them. Gulping as he realised that he'd rolled the elastic down far 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'd 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 wasn't unpleasant. It hurt a little now and then and the warmth was beginning to build up, but it was nothing to complain about and Michy 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 wouldn't have a problem, that her mind wouldn't wander off onto erotic meanderings and that she wouldn't feel any arousal. 'How wrong had that been?' she thought. The feelings that had rushed through her the first time he'd 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. 

'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. Totally straightforward she assumed he was thinking. 'All in a day's work and nothing at all out of the ordinary' was how she anticipated his reaction. But to her 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 to not stop when he'd 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 Brad was a bundle of nerves and twice made mistakes when talking to the receptionist.

"You all right Brad?" 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 Michy's notes to cover his embarrassment.

"Well don't forget Michaela in treatmentfour, she must be about ready for your hands," the middle aged receptionist beamed at him.

"Ok Michaela?" Brad 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," Michy 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'd 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.

It wasn't any easier this time she was realising. It wasn't easier to handle. It wasn't 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'd 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 Michy's legs looking down, Brad's throat was dry and his pulses were racing as he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her right buttock. He'd pushed both the robe and the waist of her panties down so that he could get to it. He'd 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. He could see the side of the crease as it fell away to become her anus and almost the puckered hole itself. "If she just opened her legs a little," he was thinking as he pressed his fingers onto the mound of sensual flesh, "I could see her areshole." 

"Is this where it hurts Michy?" he asked in a voice that he was sure was so tight that it would tell the glorious older woman of his desire for her.

Michy 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.

Brad 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 hadn't seen that as his eyes feasted on the sight that came before him 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 large pink and, he saw, hardened nipple grazing against the paper sheet. It looked amazing. It was fuller than he'd expected, more voluptuous and more shapely. It was a magnificent breast that he saw hanging there. One that cried out to be cupped in a hand, stroked and weighed. And how he so yearned to do just that. 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 heavy flesh, the rubbery nipple and its bumpy pink areola. It was as though he was transfixed. At last, after what seemed to him to have been an age but was probably hardly a second, he glanced up and caught Michy's eye. Momentarily they stared at each other. Their eyes locked but no expressions changed on either face. 

"Its right there," she said quietly as she laid flat again. She felt so embarrassed at what she'd done as his fingers found the exact spot. She lay there thinking how he'd been looking at her breast and just knew that she'd 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 wasn't pressing too lightly but couldn't 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 seriously doubt his suitability to this profession. 

The view he had was incredible. Shapely legs, slightly splayed, the long, chestnut tresses tumbling onto her bare shoulders and the table and the squashed, full breasts. The mound of her bottom with the panties, that he hadn't pushed back into place, still half way down it and the start of the crease between them seeming to be beckoning at 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 Michy'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.

As Brad 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 cock into and it wasn't the, almost, boyish arse that his balls slapped against. It also wasn't the nineteen year old would be model he was making love to. No in his mind he was fucking Michy. 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'd been massaging this afternoon that in his mind he was fucking.

"I bought you a present Mark," Michy said to her husband as she walked back into their bedroom after a rare evening spent together.

"Oh yes luv, 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 Michy," Mark said taking in the black silky thong she'd slipped on knowing full well that it would interest him. 

Smiling, Michy replied, "that's precisely what I intend to do darling."

She'd been tingling with sexual need ever since leaving the clinic. All evening as she'd prepared dinner. All the time as they'd 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 Mark wasn't 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 Michy got exactly what her body and mind, inflamed by Brad and the erotic implications she'd 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 Michy," Brad was saying after he'd massaged her lower back and thighs. "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'd 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.

Brad had fiddled or, as he told the reception, rearranged his appointments so that there was an empty one hour slot after Michy. "She's asked for an extra session of faradic," he'd explained, "and that may mean I'll overrun the hour." The receptionist told him curtly that meant dead time and Brad made some rather garbled excuse that Mrs. Williams was quite prepared to pay for all of that.

"As this is the last session Michy 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'd said to her as he'd 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'd pulled the robe down replacing it with the towel that he'd 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 the orbs of her arse. 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. Michy felt the robe being pulled off her as usual but it seemed so much longer before the towel replaced it but she put this down to her imagination. He connected her up to the electrodes and left her as that did its magic on here although Michy thought that it took far less time than it had on the previous sessions. It had for Brad had halved the normal twenty minutes.

The usual massage on her back and thighs had been even more excruciatingly arousing for Michy and worrying and frustrating for Brad. She'd been totally unable to stop her imagination creating the most graphically rude scenes as she laid there her eyes closed as his hands glided up and down her opened legs. Brad had struggled to control himself as he'd never 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 there. As Michy imagined them not stopping on one of those upward sweeps so Brad was contemplating slipping his hand right under the towel and pressing them against her pussy. 

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 Brad let his hand brush against the edge of the towel pushing it up a little. A couple of time Michy 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 Brad discretely but very reluctantly turned away pretending to busy himself with her notes, Michy turned over. With the worry of her back this wasn't an east maneuver and to do that she firstly rolled onto her side and then sat up. Her naked, fairly pendulous but stunningly arousing to a tit man, D cupped breasts were naked as she momentarily sat there. Half of her wanted him to turn and look at them. A part of her wanted to flaunt them at him. Despite the slight sagging brought about by their size and the ravages of childbirth she was proud of them. She knew she had good tits. Like many sexually aware big 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.

Brad guessed that Michy 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's fully cured. In his mind he could see the pink tipped mounds hanging down 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 he'd had 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 laying flat they make impressive lumps in the towel," as his eyes quickly roamed over the body he so lusted for. He felt hmself hardening as he wheeled the ultraheat machine on its trolley alongside the table using it to hide his erecting cock. 

Perching himself on the edge of the table and holding the small metal disc in his hand he explained. "This is ultraheat Michy. What it does is transmit heat deep into a muscle breaking up any fibroids or dried internal bleeding. It does that through the wire and into this node, as we call it, a bit like a small PC mouse isn't it?" 

Michy nodded remembering having a similar experience when she was scanned when pregnant.

Brad 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'll be as if the warmth is coming from inside you," he explained.

Michy 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'd 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 of that. desire.




Massage Control



"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 her's 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'd 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. Michy couldn't 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'd previously had with him. But they just got worse, and got worse quickly for she heard him say in almost a whisper.

"We'd better also 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 Brad it plays havoc on silk." 

"Shit why did I say that?" she thought, "what an inane and rather come on remark, he's 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.

Brad looked down at her and thought that she looked very tense. Her eyelids were tightly clamped together and her mouth was slightly open, her tongue on her 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 waisband of the panties 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.

To Michy it felt so intimate. 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 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 side if she wasn't feeling something similar to him. He knew all that but still couldn't 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 Michy," he said in what was almost a whisper, "I'll start the treatment."

The very low tone of his statement simply added to the intimacy that Michy 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. " God he's touching my stomach, his hands are just above mypussy," she thought to herself as she felt him rub the jelly out over her skin. She was sure she wouldn't be able to stand it. It was becoming too much. She wouldn't be able to resist doing something that would give the game away and then she'd 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 pounding, his pulses racing and his cock as hard at it had ever been Brad placed the flat ended "node" on Michy'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 Michy."

"Feel the fucking heat?" she said to herself. " Feel the fucking heat from the machine, when I'm burning up inside?"

"Can you?" he asked, "can you Michy?"

"Yes, yes," she breathed, "yes I can Brad."

"Good, it'll do the trick," he said croakily.

"Oh yes, oh no, oh shit?" Michy 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 hadn't been 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. That they were taking on a life of their own and were beginning to control her. 

As Brad slid the small, flat piece of metal around the side of Michy's stomach he now stopped all pretence of focusing on the area he was supposed to be attending to. 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 didn't resist. She didn't do anything to stop him. She didn't pull away or reach down and replace the towel. No as he looked at Michy his heart began to pound for he was seeing signs. Indications, 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 node 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 Michy's, still just coherent, mind registered the node 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 he was as into this as her. "Oh God let that be true," she prayed as she felt the node 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. Michy recognised 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 hide the extremeties 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, 

But Michy didn't say anything, she didn't do anything and Brad didn't stop his sensuous movement on her.

An experienced lover as he was he knew the signs of a woman's arousal. The tightening of the body, the tightly shut eyes, clenched fists and the heaving of her chest. He saw each of those. All of them registered in his mind and at last he felt that she was experiencing the same excitement as he, the same feelings and emotions, desires and wants. At last Brad believed that, just possibly, she was going to give into what her body was demanding but what her mind, like his, had been resisiting.

Twice as Michy writhed a little from the intensity of the feelings the towel slipped from her breasts and both times Brad 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. Brad's hand and the node 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 they were. Nothing was said. No action actually confirmed it but like two strangers that suddenly know they are going to sleep together Michy and Brad 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 Michy had been aroused and all the little signs and signals of the past sessions 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," Michy thought as she felt the node slip even further down her stomach. Now she was reassured and confident she didn't need to resist, didn't need to hold back and didn't need to hide anything from him. She didn't need stop her head from thrashing from side to side, she didn't have to hide the heaving of her breasts and she didn't 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 Brad became bolder so the other towel also slipped so that now it exposed her pubic area under the folded back front of her thong. She didn't pull the top one up and Brad pulled the other down further so that the top of it was mid thigh. His eyes not only feasted on her breasts but also on her silk covered pussy as well. Where he'd earlier pulled the elastic of the waist-band that had folded the front of her thong and with the additional movements of the node that had slipped further so that a thin line of her pubes were revealed. This encouraged and excited Brad. 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. But most exciting of all was what those movements had done the the towel that had been covering her breasts. Just a moment or two earlier he'd seen that it had slid down the underswell of her marvelous tits. But now, 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, dark pink areolas and big hard nipples they wobbled in the most enticing way as the amazing woman's body jerked in what now seemed like uncontrollable spasms.

"The bloody towel's fallen," Michy 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'd be looking at her boobs and that gave her the final piece of reassurance she needed. "If he did object to what was happening," she managed to consider, "then he'd have pushed it back in place."

"She is up for it, she does want it, well something, and there's no way she'll complain," Brad acknowledged with a big rush of pleasure as he saw Michy give up her efforts to locate the towel.

Brad hesitated no longer. He put all pretence to one side. He stopped the suggestive half-hearted movements of the node 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 node 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'd 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 Michy was willing it to be. 

The sensations in her were now immense. The feelings were awesome and the need for satisfaction was becoming almost over powering. She'd 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 Brad 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 that was now lying before him as good as naked, writhing with orgasmic pleasure from his hands.

He quickly shoved the node right onto the juicy front of Michy'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 fingers gripped him, they gripped his shoulder and he felt wonderful as he ran the warmth giving node all over her clitoris.

She looked magnificent as she climaxed. Her long hair was falling from the table as her head rolled from side to side her eyes tightly closed her mouth now open as she panted and sighed and moaned. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pressed the node right on that sweetest of all sweet spots. 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 wasn't really needed. Her mind had already gone to that plane of sexual ecstasy, that was very evident. And that had taken her body there as well as the gyrations, squirmings, writhings and sounds clearly showed. But this was his reward he felt. 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 strongly into his shoulder 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 node right on her clitoris. 

The sudden intrusion of his fingers put Michy 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 node tantalized her clitoris so she gave into them. Her hand found her breasts, her back arched and her bum lifted from the table as she writhed against the fingers and the node trying to gain every last drop of sensation and pleasure from it. And still the orgasm roared on, amazingly for her, increasing in intensity as it went on. It seemed to last for ages for both her and him. Brad watched in such excited incredulity at her as she squeezed and pinched her breasts and gave in so fully to his finger fucking. Michy simply lived the moment and gave in completely to everything that was happening to her.

But always they have to end, the continual 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. Brad 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 hand left his shoulder 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 ot 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.

"Oh Michy," he said gently.

"No Brad, no," she said sharply, "please don't say anything. Not a word, please,"

"But I?"

"No, nothing," she retorted sitting up desperately trying to cover herself with the towels, "just let me get dressed and leave, please."

He sort of understood and turning away diplomatically said, " OK, you know where the changing room is I'll see you in reception when you're ready."

Michy fixed her make up and tied her hair, that was now unkempt, into a bunch. She dressed quickly wanting to get away from the clinic as quickly as she could. Fully dressed, she inspected herself in the mirror to make sure there were no tell-tale signs and satisfied and feeling more reassured she made her way to the reception. The woman behind it smiled at her and said, "this was the last session Mrs. Williams if you could just sign these forms please we'll send the bill to your insurance company."