"Ok Sarah, just stay as you are for now. I've already done your back thoroughly, so now we start at the feet and work upwards."
"Thank you so much," is your answer.
You move down to her feet, and take up her left foot. Slowly you rub her toes, relieving the joints, and moving up, to her ankles. You switch to the other foot and do the same. Now you press her lower leg, rubbing circles in it, relieving tensed muscles, and you can feel Sarah sigh, relaxing. Both well-shaped calves are finished, and you slide up, and massage her knee.
This is when real things happen, you think to yourself. "Sarah, can you spread your legs out wide?"
She has a second of hesitation, then complies. Her ass spreads, and you have a clear view of her pussy. It's well shaped, the lips curving inwards, only showing the slit of her vagina. You start with the lower end of her thigh, and massage it, moving upwards as you go. You finish her other thigh, and pause for a second. With a grin that she can't see, you place your hands on her ass cheeks. She's well muscled, and she tenses, before relaxing again as your hands stroke the mounds of soft flesh. You finish the cheeks, and then do something you didn't learn from the chiropractor.
Steeling yourself, you take your index finger and rub the top of her crack. Then slowly, so slowly, you move downward, stroking the sides of her ass as you go. As you move downward, warmth presses against your finger, and you reach her tight hole. You slide over it, finally reaching your goal, and encounter a soaking pussy.
As her body clenches up, you take your finger away, sensing that you're going too far.
"Sarah?"
"Yes?"
Her voice is a bit strained, but she doesn't mention what you just did.
"Can you turn over now?"
She doesn't reply, but her body shifts, and finally, she turns. You see her hands move to cover herself, but she overcomes her instincts and lays them by her sides.
You massage her neck, shoulders and arms. Her flat stomach doesn't need much massaging, and you move up to her chest. Your fingers trace circles around the mounds of flesh, and you don't dare look her at her face. Finally you can't resist, and you cup your hands over her breasts and start fondling, pushing her breasts around, and then resume the regular massage. With a few fingers, you trace the areola softly, pressing her nipples.
You lose nerve after this, and end the massage pretty swiftly, avoiding her pussy. You don't know what to do or where to go, so you lie down next to her.
"Thanks..." she whispers, turning on her side to face you.
You gulp, and after a few seconds, feeling guilty, you say, "Look, I got carried away, I'm sor-"
"Ken?" she interrupts.
"Yeah?"
"Look at me, please."
You turn your head to face her. Her cheeks are rosy, her face radiant. She smiles at you.
"It's fine..." she whispers. Through a haze of emotion, you see her face bend towards yours, and feel her soft, moist lips press against yours. Your mouth opens hungrily, and you kiss deeply, passionately. |