1 comments/ 32681 views/ 0 favorites Massage Ch. 1 By: db_01 Close your eyes, listen to the wind blowing in through the windows, the sound of chimes ringing somewhere outside, the smell of tropical flowers in the air. You are in your bedroom on your bed, the top of which is many feet off the floor. A soft cotton towel covers your body as you lay on top of the covers. You hear my footsteps as I enter the room, I say hello and sit next to you on the edge. I have brought oil with me for your massage tonight. As I open the lid you smell coconut. You feel me moving the towel so that it lays across you now, covering the middle of your back and part of your thighs, I marvel at the glimpse of the supple curves I saw for just a moment as I moved the towel. Your breathing is shallow, regular, I hear you sigh softly as you hear my hands rubbing together warming the oil. I turn to face away from your head and take your foot in my hands as I start. My hands around it, moving my thumbs from your heel to the ball, pushing with my thumbs against the smooth skin, my fingers on the top of your foot working in between the bones they find there. This goes on for a few minutes until I feel the tension finally gone from your foot, then my fingers slowly massage each toe, turning it, pulling it lightly, stretching the top of your foot until I fell that it too has relaxed, the tension in the muscles and joints only a memory. I start on your other foot and follow the same relaxed motions as before, thumbs working upward, fingers separating and tuning it, the tension in it leaving with time. You hear my hands rubbing again, more oil to warm. Your calves present a different problem to my hands. They are strong and resist the movement of my hands, my thumbs moving from the middle to the outside, the fibers not quite relaxing. I change the movement to start at your knee and move down to your ankle then from your ankle back up and finally am rewarded with another soft sigh from you as we both feel the last of the tension slip away from the second calve. I turn to face your head now, the sound of my hands warming the oil again, a bird somewhere outside calling softly. I begin with your neck now, having moved your hair to the side and off of it. Thumbs in the middle of your neck, fingers drawing the muscles on the side up, feeling your head sink into the bed as you relax. My thumbs push hard at the muscles at the top of your shoulders, kneading at it to break the tension I feel, holding my fingers still as I work just my thumbs up from between the shoulder blades to separate the strands of muscle there. I can see the relaxation slowly creeping over you as it seems you sink deeper into the bed. The sound of my hands rubbing again, more oil to warm, more of your body to touch. I roll the top edge of the towel back, just to where I can see the separation of your buttocks begin. The movement sends a small shudder through you. With my palms facing out I begin to stroke the length of your back up towards your neck, my thumbs rolling the muscles they find in their journey up, my finger tips brushing your sides, the sides of your breasts as they do. You sigh again and as I continue the movement of my hands up and back down your back I think to myself what those sighs might be for. Are you remembering your lover, his hands, his lips, his scent? Were his hands the last to travel your back before I came here today? Is it that you want it to be my hands as we make love? Idle thoughts as I continue the massage, feeling after a time that your back too has come to be at rest from the tensions the day caused it. The sounds of my hands warming the oil again. I remove the towel from your back, legs, and smile to myself at the sight. Such beautiful lines where your back turns to your hips, your hips to your legs, your thighs to the center of you. Your lover is most fortunate to have this beauty in his hands I think. My hands massaging both buttocks, the thick muscles that are there, pulling from the center out with my fingers, rolling the dimples with my thumbs, your breathing has gotten louder, I take notice but continue. Your strong thighs require both hands to massage, working from the sides to the top where your hamstrings are. I can't help but notice that you have spread your legs so that it is impossible to not notice your lips, parted slightly, moisture glistening even in the candle light. Your dreams are much more vivid right now, they became almost clear as I started on your thighs and buttocks. The memories are intense, lifelike, you lick your lips and no longer are sighing but a slow drawn out moan is audible. This continues as I finish with your other thigh. My hands moving up your back once again, releasing the tension that your dreams and visions are causing, the moans changing to steady breathing, once again feeling as though your are melting into the bed. You shiver as you feel the towel being drawn up over you. The smell of flowers, coconuts, the sounds of the chimes are filling your senses. You feel my lips kissing the top of your head as I lift myself from the bed, one last look at the curves under the towel, one last wish that I was that lover that elicited the lovely sounds that I heard. Then I am gone... leaving us both to our dreams. Massage Ch. 2 & Ch. 3 Massage Part I was a single story never intended to be anything more. A dear friend sent me this in response to reading the story (I call it Part II). Since then I have continued with what I call Part III. If you wish to add a fourth part please feel free to e-mail it to me. I would love to see it and you will know where to start from. ... as you turned to leave the room, you hear me call to you softly. you turn around to see that I am sitting up on my bed, where you have just left me, my body still tingling from the massage..I reach out my arms to you, not saying anything, beckoning, and wanting you to close the door and come back.... although puzzled, you do so and turn again to face me, my arms still out, you move towards me .. reaching for your hands, I reach for your hands, and pull you closer towards me, I put my hands upon your face to feel your beard and smile at the touch.. you stand still and watch as I do this..I like the face I see, and the sparkle in your eyes..... my hands move done the back of your neck and draw you closer ... press my cheek on yours and inhale deeply... mmmmmmmmmmm.... sliding my hands down your back and up your chest... I know I shouldn't be here, and touching you like this... but now it is beyond me to stop myself... you feel so good and your presence excites me... my hands slide down around you and onto your buttocks, pulling them towards me, I have spread my legs and draw you between them.... although you are clothed I can feel you there.... and now I stop. :-) (and I wrote to continue...) ...the wind is blowing harder outside, wind chimes ringing madly as if they too feel the tension and passion building between us. You have pulled me close enough that I can feel my harness rubbing against you, your hips rocking up and down. I whisper to you "raise your arms up, there is more to massage, and I cannot resist you." With your arms up I can see your heart beating, your breast moving with it. Your stomach is stretched taught and rippling as your hips continue their slow, sensuous dance against my hardness. I reach for the oil and warm it with my hands. My hands trace lightly across your forehead, your eyes, your lips grabbing and sucking at my finger when it passes by them. I have to lean forward to reach your arms, increasing the contact against your now wet outer lips. You arch your back to try to make contact with my chest and your nipples as my hands work the muscles of your upper arms, then your shoulders. I am teasing you, I know, increasing the longing in you, touching yet not touching where you want me to. I smile at that thought. Your arms move to take hold of my hands. I say "no" softly and move them back. You respond with a soft whimper and lock your legs around me trying to pull me in closer. I warm the oil in my hands, rubbing them slowly, watching your eyes as they follow the movement. When I start on your ribs you roll side to side desperately trying to bring your breasts to my hands. I smile and move to them, covering and stroking the nipples and you cry out in the pleasure it brings you. It is hard to stand now, I am beginning to lose what little control I had when I walked back to you. As my hands reach to your sides you sit up, suddenly, wrapping your arms around my neck, bringing your lips to mine, kissing me hard. My hands move fast over your back, stroking the passion in you. I hear you call my name, telling me that you will not let me leave until I have finished what I have started tonight. Your hands are fumbling with my buttons on my pants, finally undoing them, driving your hands down my back to remove them, my hardness and your softness touching now with nothing in between. My hips are matching your movements, your lips are on mine again and I can hear the almost animal groans through our kiss. And then it happens. Still not inside of you, yet the contact is too much and you are moaning as the first waves of pleasure wash over you. The waves continue and your eyes open wide, looking deep into mine as you reach down and draw me inside. I enter slowly and it is as if we are becoming one person. Losing ourselves in each other as we draw closer together. You kiss me again and ... To Be Continued...? Massage Ch. 4 & Ch. 5 The addition to this story was a wonderful surprise, so I had to follow suit and continue where she left me. Thank you my darling Simone! (From part 3) The waves continue and your eyes open wide, looking deep into mine as you reach down and draw me inside. I enter slowly and it's as if we become one person, losing ourselves in each other as we draw closer together. You kiss me again and ...... (she continues...) ......and the shivers that run along my spine are intoxicating. I can feel your hardness growing inside of me to your full length as I whisper in your ear that I cannot take the teasing any longer. My legs are wrapped around you as we stand, moving to the wall until my back is flat against it. My body is wrapped around yours, like a second skin and we rock back and forth, slowly, enjoying the build up of passion. Your body moves with mine, in perfect time, feeling the heat and my hands caress the back of your neck. "Tell me what you want." you moan into my ear and I cannot respond, the words are lost in the moment. "Tell me." Your voice is demanding yet controlled, our bodies increasing tempo. As I slide my fingertips down your back, I answer, breathlessly, "I want to lose control..." With your arms locked around my back, fingernails barely brushing my skin, you carry me to the bed and pin my arms above my head. Holding me there with our eyes locked in a moment of perfection, you move in and out of me in full strokes, watching every move that I make, hearing every noise and whimper that escapes from my lips. (and then I do) ...I love the look in your eyes right now, not scared at being held, but wide open in surprise at the feelings that are beginning to build inside of you. The feeling of surrendering to me, allowing me to play your body like an instrument, strumming, stroking, never at the same tempo for more than a few seconds is almost maddening. Your hips push up against me with every stroke trying to draw me in deeper. Your moans louder as you feel me sliding out, sometimes just an inch, sometimes so just the head of my cock remains inside. I release your hands and without words, just a look between us, tell you to leave them over your head and in order to do this you clutch hard at the edge of the headboard. Your eyes shut suddenly, your back arches, your breasts pushing hard against my chest as the first waves of this climax start to pound against you. You cry out, not words, just sounds, as the feelings grow stronger. I stop stroking and push hard against your hips, rolling mine from side to side, rubbing against your clit, the head of my cock buried inside of you, feeling the walls pulsing in contractions along the shaft. Your moaning is louder because the waves are racking you with uncontrollable spasms and feelings. Tingles, sparks, muscles tensing, the orgasms follow each other every few seconds as I keep grinding against you. "Stop, it's too much" you cry out. In response I move my hips just an inch away from yours, no longer stimulating your clit and at the same time bend my head down and take a nipple in my lips and suck hard on it, sending another wave of sensation through your body. I clench the muscles in my ass and that in turn flexes my cock and I match the timing of the contractions while I continue to suck on your nipple. The orgasms continue though not as often and not as intense, softer, less jolting to you. Your hands let go of the headboard, moving to the sides of my head, lifting it from your breast and to my surprise moving it to the other. My lips attack your nipple, sucking it harder than the other one. I feel your legs wrap around the back of my thighs and your hips push up hard against me, drawing my cock back all the way inside of you. My hands move under your back and I roll sideways, pulling you on top of me. My lips fall away from your nipple only to be replaced with my hands as I lift them both, tugging at the nipples. I watch as you shake your head, moving the hair off of your face and the expression revealed to me is priceless. I have never seen such driving passion in your expression before, never felt such purpose in your movements as you start rocking your hips on top of me. What is going on in your head right now? I can feel your pussy tightening around my shaft as you continue your movements. Is it better for you if you control the contact, the depth? "Keep reaching for the next one lover, push yourself over that next edge." I watch as your head snaps back, then forward, losing yourself in this moment. Your body and its desires have taken control of you and you have finally released the hold on yourself that you normally exert. "Keep pushing lover, drink it all in, every drop of passion." My hips rock beneath you, my vision filled with the sight of you, memorizing every detail, every nuance of expression, knowing I may not ever see this again, savoring it. You continue to move on top of me, leading our dance, my body knowing instinctively how to follow you, driving us both towards a final climax, my hands desperately clutching at your hips now, also wanting the same release. We reach a point of no return, does it matter who came first? I remember you falling onto my chest, hands on both sides of my face, devouring me with your mouth as the waves took us both to another place, where time doesn't matter, only the sensations, the warmth, the sounds of our muffled cries, hearts pounding in our chests, once again suspended in time. "Shhhhh, don't move" I say as my hands move to stroke your hair, our hips still rocking from side to side, still spasming inside and around each other. I feel your body start to soften, melting into my arms, your head turning sideways on my shoulder. "Rest and dream darling" are the last things you hear as you drift off, spent and still glowing. I can almost see the gentle smile on your lips. I'll be here when you wake. To Be Continued...?