Massage fantasy

[wi****]

You try not to check your messages while you’re at work, but the things he says feel intoxicating. They make it so hard to concentrate. The way he describes his ideas and fantasies is written so eloquently—it’s like he reached inside your brain to find the exact words. It doesn't help that he is handsome, either: a fit body, a strong jawline, and blue eyes you could look into all day.
You catch yourself letting out tiny gasps as you read his words, glancing around to make sure no one notices. Your body feels on fire. Your breasts ache with need, and you struggle not to squirm in your chair. You try to ignore your phone so you can get through the rest of the day, but you know there is another message from him. The soft little vibration of your phone beckons you.
Hours of sitting in the office have given you the worst shoulder ache, and he mentioned wanting to give you a massage. The idea sounds so fantastic, but you wonder if you could control yourself—or if you even want to. You take a few deep breaths to steady your nerves and raise a shaky hand to your neck, trying to work out a kink. You’re unable to rid yourself of the thought of his strong hands exploring you. You don't think you can ignore the desire he makes you feel.
After the long, stressful work week, you’re due for a little pampering. Finally, you pick up your phone, looking through his messages and pictures again as if trying to find a flaw. Unable to find a reason to say no, you type back: "Fine, I can be there at 5, but I’ll need to use your shower first. No funny business. Just a massage like you promised." Secretly, you hope there is a little funny business involved, but you would never tell him that. He needs to earn it.
Immediately, those exciting little dots show up, and you watch them dance while awaiting his answer. "I will give you a nice massage that will erase the week and get those kinks out. I promise I will not do anything you don't want me to."
One hour left until the end of work felt like an eternity, but the drive felt like a minute. Before you know it, you’re sitting in front of his house. "What am I doing?" you say to yourself in the mirror, but you continue forward just the same. He is more beautiful in person. His smile melts you, but you play it cool.
"You look professional yet stunning," he remarks as his piercing blue eyes examine you, making your cheeks feel on fire. You playfully hit him on the shoulder. "So about this massage. Let's see if your hands work as well as you say they do." He places his hand on the small of your back and motions you to his bedroom. His touch feels strong but gentle.
The lights are low, candles are lit, music is playing, and the massage table is set up and ready. "Take a shower and let me know when you're ready." You spend a bit of time in the shower. You're excited, but your heartbeats betray you; you're nervous. This isn't like you. How did he talk you into this? But your body demands that you follow through. You slide your soapy hands over your breasts to quiet the swelling of your nipples, trying to push out the thought of those strong hands exploring them.
Finally, out of the shower, you lay on the table and cover yourself with the thin sheet. The smell of vanilla from the candles helps calm your nerves as you take a deep breath. "I'm ready." He comes in quietly, runs his hands through your hair expertly, and puts it into a bun. "I'm in trouble," you think to yourself as waves of tingles pour through your body while his hands stroke your hair and massage your scalp.
He expertly moves over your body on top of the sheet; the warmth from his hands radiates throughout you. He pauses over a couple of spots on your back, as if marking where your tension is the worst. His hands move over your butt and down your legs, and back up. An involuntary moan escapes you. "Jesus," you whisper. Slowly, he pulls the sheet down to your waist. You notice your butt is exposed, but you’re far beyond caring at this point. His hands are magic. He expertly rubs oil into your back and neck, and his strong fingers work your tight muscles into jelly.
All of your worries have gone; all that matters is that he keeps doing what he is doing. He moves down your neck and works along your shoulder blades to your lower back. Your body responds to his touch intimately; it's like he already knows every inch of you and knows exactly how to touch you. As he leans in and works your back with his forearms, you can't help but whimper as every muscle loosens to his command.
He slides his oiled hands along the top of your butt, his finger grazing the top of your crack, and you feel a wave of sensual desire sweep through you. "Lower," you plead. The strength of his hands against your butt feels amazing, and you no longer worry if he is going to take advantage of you. You hope for it. With those hands, he can do whatever he wants to you. As he works your butt, your hips can't help but shift and move against them. Your body vibrates with need, and when a few of his fingers slip down, your breath catches in your throat in an involuntary gasp.
You hardly notice the sheet has fallen to the side, leaving you completely exposed. His strong hands move down your legs to your feet, and you feel your breasts swell with desire as he works on your soles. Your moans get louder; your breath quickens. How long has this been going on? A minute? An hour? All day? He moves back up your leg and begins to work your inner thigh; his hands are so close to your kitty you can feel his warmth.
You spread your legs a little, inviting him closer. He grazes your kitty with the back of his hand, and the pleasure that soars through your entire body grips you so entirely that you silently beg for it to happen again. He grazes you again, and your hips move against his hand involuntarily. You let out a primal moan. "That's not fair," you whisper, hoping for more.
He leans in close to your ear and whispers, "I can stop if you want." You open your eyes and look at him. The *** hunger in you pours out as you say, "Don't you dare." He smiles and works your butt some more, his hands moving along the inside, sliding against your holes—no longer grazing, but firm, deliberate strokes against your most sensitive spots.
Your moans become louder than you realize as the pleasure sensations build up inside. Your hands move toward him, blindly searching for an anchor as his magical hands massage you. Your hands find him and are not surprised to find his hot, throbbing penis inside those thin sweatpants. Your hand expertly pulls it out and grips the thick shaft just as his fingers enter you. You feel yourself about to cum; it's welling up so strongly you're powerless against it.
The orgasm is strong, and your entire body convulses. You feel the wave pulse through you, sending white sparkles into your vision. Finally, the orgasm passes, and you notice you're still holding onto his member. Slowly, you turn over, exposing your breasts, and look at him. He leans down and gives you the most sensual kiss. "I really enjoyed watching that," he says softly.
Your body is vibrating still, but his kiss moves through you, electrifying your senses. He slowly moves his hands over your breasts, and your hand moves over his throbbing penis with desire. You sit up, wrap your slippery legs around his waist, and tear his shirt off. His muscles ripple as he shrugs it off, and your nipples feel like they could cut glass as your breasts press against his warm chest.
His powerful hands grab your butt, pick you up effortlessly, and lay you on the bed. His soft lips kiss your neck, sending goosebumps down your thigh as he slowly enters you. He teases you, just allowing the tip to enter. You grab his butt and *** him all the way inside. He fills you completely, sending shockwaves through your body as he presses up against your walls. Both of your bodies move in unison. His hands feel like they are everywhere at once, and all you can do is run your nails down his back.
The motion between you begins to s***d up. You barely register your soft moans getting louder. Pleasure builds inside. You feel it growing, and you grab his butt and pull him into you—faster, harder. You feel his member grow bigger inside you, and you know he is close. Your orgasm explodes, sending ripples through your whole body, and seconds later you feel him empty himself inside you, sending more powerful waves through you.
Slowly, the movements stop. He lays behind you and holds you close, each breast in his strong hands. You feel his member against your butt, still throbbing, and your kitty feels like it's buzzing. "That was amazing," you say breathlessly. He leans forward and kisses the back of your neck. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispers and thrusts against your backside. You can feel him already growing again. "Good," you whisper, "I can't wait for more."

Edited June 29 by willwantsit

[metronome]

Well done

[Deleted Member]

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[u-6a1379509f386]

Love this one! Very steamy

[aw****]

🫠 I'd melt into hands that knew how to fill body massage me into an orgasm. Whew. What a great read.