massage
Massage.
Fingers slowly, gently massaged her neck, thumbs softly
separating the taut muscle tissue. It was heaven. Still
dizzy with the strong cocktails, Rachel tried to focus
on where she was. The practiced fingers went about their
work, gently pushing outwards from her spine, tracing
the muscle in their path; it was delicious. She was lying
on her belly, naked. She remembered leaving the din downstairs--
it was Michaels birthday and some friends came back to
the house after drinks at the pub. She could still hear them,
the occasional voice over Santana. Rachel let out a low
moan, gasping as the fingers continued their work.
She remembered coming upstairs, feeling sick, but was
better after washing her face in cold water. Afterwards,
she went to the bedroom and sprawled face down on the bed,
her head spinning wildly. It was a huge bed. She and Michael
picked it out, though she would have been happy with a normal
bed if there was such a thing; but Michael insisted the king-size
was much more appropriate. It was here that she must have
passed out. She came round, awakened by this marvelous
massage, the fingers now pressing, touching very delicately,
the small of her back. She realized she was naked but couldnt
remember taking off her clothing. She breathed another
low moan, barely audible through the pillows and duvet.
She attempted to speak, to turn her head slightly, but it
was like lead, still spinning. Her whole body was so relaxed
she thought it would disappear down through the mattress.
As the hands moved lower onto her buttocks, thumbs again
gently pushed into tissue, teasing. When did Michael learn
to massage so wonderfully? They had been going out for about
five months and she had never experienced this bliss before.
The educated hands now took her right thigh and slowly squeezed
the muscle, one hand a little higher than the other. A couple
of times a finger touched the soft, warm tissue between
her legs, but passed on down to her knee, gently rubbing,
before moving to the other leg. Rachel felt transported.
Her head still swam but there was a warm glow spreading over
her prostrate body. The hands moved up her thigh, very slowly
rubbing, massaging. When they reached the top a fingertip
slipped in then out of her quickly, as if by accident, but
not before Rachel made a sharp intake of breath. It was as
if the finger was on fire and she was wet, ready. Then it happened
again, this time it was more deliberate and stayed long
enough to make Rachel tremble. Another satisfied moan
escaped her lips. She felt movement on the bed and the hands
left their massaging. Again Rachel tried to raise her head,
but the pillows were puffed up and she didnt have the energy
to twist sideways. Besides, she didnt want this to stop,
this pampered heaven. More movement on the bed and a knee
slid into the space between her legs, gently moving them
apart, the other knee spreading her even wider. Rachel
sighed in anticipation. She felt the tight rhythmic need
of her cunt demanding his attention. The hands that had
done such a thorough job now rested on her shoulders and
his naked belly lay on her buttocks. He kissed her spine,
little soft kisses moving higher and higher, and as they
did she felt the smooth head of his penis slide into her.
She squirmed with delight as it went deeper and his weight
gently pinned her to the mattress. He withdrew slightly
to make the shaft wetter, then slowly buried it into her
hot, quivering body. It felt so big, she thought. Massages
must work for him as well. He built up a slow rhythm, pulling
back so it was almost out then slipping the large head in
deep, deeper. She thought there wasnt enough room, it
felt so big tonight. His hands were holding each shoulder
now, holding her in a possessive way, down against the mattress.
She couldnt move if she wanted to. And still his penis pushed
into her, spreading her wider and pushing deeper. She felt
her climax coming and coming and still he pushed deeper.
She spread her legs wider, opening to him. He gradually
increased the rhythm, now panting hot breathe on her neck.
She came, and came in frenzy. Despite his weight, she pushed
high against his belly and he went in even deeper, spreading
her wider. A hand released a shoulder and repositioned
on her neck. She came again and he let out a long groan as he
climaxed. She thought he would burst inside her. Her head
spun, this time with the hot flush of orgasm. He slowly withdrew.
Her body felt hot and light and with his weight gone, she
collapsed in a delicious physical exhaustion. She moaned
into the pillow and whispered a thank you. Without speaking
he left. She didnt hear the door close.
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