All on the Table

I had an incredibly distracting fantasy last night... didn't get nearly as much sleep as I would have liked. But when life hands you lemons, you write it all down on your blog.

It all begins as these things do (naturally enough), face-down on a massage table. The room is a little chillier than I'd like, but I only just stripped down and draped a towel over my middle. All I need is a little patience.

I faintly hear her walking into the room, the tiniest of rustles on the carpet. There is nothing major wrong with my back, and she knows that, but I'm not one to pass up a massage when it is on offer. Some more sounds coming from next to me, and her hands find themselves on my back. Warmer than the room.

Circular motions spread the oil, then firm pressure deep into my shoulders. I think I just let out a grunt or a groan, but my mind is with her hands. Her thumbs. Small and strong movements.

She mentions she's found a few knots in my back that need more pressure. She asks if it's okay if she climbs on top to increase the pressure. A bit bemused I tell her I can't think of any reason why it wouldn't be.

As she climbs onto the table I feel her bare legs brush past. She sits her deliciously firm and round ass on my bottom. I manage not to make a noise. I feel her adjust her weight and tuck in her legs, her knees in my armpits, legs tucked along my ribs and her feet sneaking under the downy white towel, her arches cradling their curve along my bare hips.

Her hands return to my back. More pressure, more pain... and then release. One knot at a time, small circular motions. Fingers. An elbow. But my mind is no longer with her hands, but rather with the small motions of her ass and her feet each time she has to shift her weight. It is taking a momentous amount of effort not to get aroused outright.

"Hamstrings tight?"... not really, but "Sure..." she gets up on her knees and turns around to get access. Her knees now against my thighs, her feet wrapped around my ribs, and her ass firmly on my slightly sore upper back. Her hands wrap around my left leg, pressing, rolling, squeezing the muscle. I didn't think there was tension there, but now it's disappearing. The towel pushes up a little as her hands make their way around my right hamstring.

Just as I think she must be coming to a finish her hands reach around my right leg. "Oh my, your quads feel pretty tight to me too", a brief pause, "can you flip over"? She lifts her hips a bit off my back, shifts backwards and lifts the towel discreetly staying on the top side. I roll over onto my back and she puts the towel back down again and gently sits on my chest instead.

My eyes closed as she works on the front of my legs. Relaxing into the massage. A brief glimpse as my eyelids flutter... open... stare... She's pushing her weight into the work on my legs, but I have an excellent view of her shorts snugly following the contour of her hips, then legs into the distance and feet right under my armpits.

Just as I resign myself to her sweater obstructing the shape of her torso, she sits back up straight and pulls it over her head. "Hot work" she says ambiguously and gets back to my legs. The sight of her tight shirt wrapped around her upper body is the final straw on my arousals back. I can feel I'm shifting a little under the towel. I think there's a brief hesitation in her massage, but so short I cannot be sure.

Taking a gamble I shift my hand against her knee. No reaction. I place my hand over her knee. Still nothing. I run my hand up her leg till I reach the bottom of her shorts. I give a little squeeze. I shift a little again. Her hands have found their way to the edge of the towel, her wrists right against the edge as she works the muscle. My hand caresses down her leg and up again. Both my hands against her sides, and up. Then down her back. Then on her ass, a gratuitous feel. She inches her hands even further up and I feel her wrist brush briefly against the tip of my cock.

Shivers all up and down. When my senses return I find my fingers curled into the top of her shorts, along her skin, into her underwear. She takes this as a cue, undoes the button on her shorts, balances up onto her toes, letting my hands take everything with them down her legs. After she steps out of her discarded clothes, she sits down again on my chest, her naked ass in my face, pushing her weight into my chest, her skin against mine.

Her hands go back to the edge of the towel, but rather than inching up, she slowly pulls it away revealing me well on my way to fully erect. Her hands work on the top of my legs and then gently into my groin. Her face coming closer and closer as if intent on the work.

When she lifts her hips and leans back a little I don't need any words to understand what comes next. My head reaches to the inside of her thighs and I gently suck kisses onto them, left, right, left, right. Her mouth finds my cock and a few short twists of her tongue added to the anticipation make me hard as a rod. My mouth finds her lips and my tongue makes wet circles around her pussy.

Tensions slowly rise as we now work on each other on the massage table. She is readily aroused and wet, possibly never used it in this fashion before. My lips and tongue touch her in every way imaginable, as she works her way through an impressive repertoire on my cock. Just as I am about to start sucking on her clit again and flicking it with my tongue, she wraps her hands around my balls and squeezes gently, ... unexpectedly. I tell her I'm tipping over the edge, and she does it again, sealing her lips around my cock and tilting just a little. As I feel my orgasm vanish down her throat I realise that her abdomen has been spasming too.

After everything settles, she shifts her body forward, and lies her hips down onto my abdomen, her body slightly twisted to its side along the top of my leg and her head resting on her arm. The perfect end to a perfectly unnecessary massage. What more could I ask for?