The Dream Massage

The Dream Massage.

He had promised that the massage would leave her completely relaxed and refreshed. She lay on the bed her perfect figure rising and falling gently as she breathed. She was wearing nothing save for an eye cover that he had kept from his last flight home from Barbados.

He crouched beside her and silently started to massage each finger in turn of her right hand. Just this action was sufficient to make him hard in anticipation of what was to come. He slowly worked the warmed oil into her skin, working her fingers to flex the joints, sometimes squeezing to apply pressure to the small muscles and tendons, or applying an ever so light touch to sensitise the skin. He looked up and saw her nipples were pert partly from the coolness of the room, partly excitement of anticipation. Using all the will power he could find he did not rush but worked from her hand to her arm, he could feel her soft skin as he carefully smoothed sufficient oil to allow him to work the massage but not so much as to make it too wet and slippery.

He gripped her arm in both hands and carefully kneaded her flesh, stretching the skin, sometimes in long movements up and down her arm, or working around the arm. So excited he could feel his own juice oozing from the eye of his engorged dick which bounced as he worked at giving her the relaxing massage she wanted, scared that he wouldn’t be able to hold on till the time was right. He worked his way up to her shoulder kissed her lightly on the lips and moved round to the other side of her and slowly massaged her other hand and arm. He was so excited that he was able to take his own juice and use it with the oil to lubricate her flesh. He was so tempted to use one hand on her and one on himself but knew that despite the ache in his balls he must leave his 8-inch erection for her.

When he reached her left should he again kissed her on the mouth, this time he kissed her longingly using his tongue and as she responded he gently sucked her tongue as if giving her the blow job that he intended her to give him.

He moved her arms up by her head and then got on the bed straddling her so that his legs were trapping her arms. He lent forward and started to massage her legs. He carefully worked her thighs massaging the skin and the underlying muscles relaxing her tired legs. Frequently having to wipe the juice from his dick to stop it dripping on her.

As he worked his way down her right leg he had to lean further and further forward as he did so his rigid member got lower and closer to her lips. As he reached her knees his cock pushed gently at her lips which opened willingly her tongue reaching out to taste him her head craning forward from the pillow in an effort to take his glistening purple head into her mouth.

He moved his hands back up her thigh, raising his knob from her lips. She stopped straining to reach it and he let himself back down. Again, as soon as she felt the bead of juice on the end of his cock touch her lips, she licked it off and again raised her head in an attempt to draw on his thick glans. Using every last ounce of will power he again lifted out of reach.

As he lowered himself down again, she had realised what he wanted. As he worked his way down her leg so his rigid member sank slowly into the warm wet interior of her mouth. Little by little it entered until there was sufficient for her to be able to suck and start working on. He could feel her trying to free her arms, but his legs trapped them. She kept trying to draw more of him into her mouth but he would raise himself slightly to prevent her having control.

As he worked down her leg his cock sank deeper in to her mouth.