The Massage (Part 1)

I hope you enjoy. Decided to start posting some of the things I have wrote in the past and plan to start writing more in the future. Would love to hear if I should continue this story in particular!
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It was the night of our fifth date together. She had messaged me earlier in the day and asked if I would like to meet again for dinner. I let her know that I would be more than glad to meet once more and asked if she would allow me the honor of making her dinner. I prided myself on being a good cook and would love to be able to show this gorgeous woman my worth. I knew she had told me she loved Italian, so I went with my favorite: marry-me chicken tortellini. No, I was not going to propose on the fifth date, but I knew she was someone special.

She arrived, and when I opened the door I was greeted with a smile that could light up any room. She wore a red sundress, a vibrant shade that commanded attention and gave her that girl next door charm. It showed off her delicate collarbone, the gentle swell of her chest, and the hemline swayed just above her knees. It was sweet and innocent, but somehow seductively distracting. I drank her in as we hugged tightly for a brief moment. Her warmth was welcoming, and her hair was damp. She let me know she had a long day at work and showered quickly before coming to see me.

Dinner was a blur of flavors. Mixing the meal with my bourbon, and watching the beauty across from me sip her red wine; each time it raised to her lips, it made me catch my breath. Despite the flowing drinks, it was her presence that truly intoxicated me. Every time she spoke, my world narrowed to the sound of her voice ; a melody of words that was angelic with a hint of seduction. Her hazel eyes were locked onto mine for the entirety of dinner with a honesty that felt rare. With every soft laugh, every easy smile, the temptation to scrape the plates, clear the wine glasses, and take her right there on the smooth table became almost overwhelming.

We finished, and she offered to help with the dishes. She stood at the sink with relaxed posture, one knee slightly bent, the heavy curtain of her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She was the definition of effortless beauty. I came up behind her slowly, letting my body heat warm the air between us. My hands wanted to spin her around and kiss her right there, but instead they rose to her neckline, brushing her hair over her shoulders. My fingers settled at the nape of her neck and slowly grazed down her shoulders. I could feel the tension from her workday. She let out a sigh of relief and told me how good it felt. I ran my thumbs against the tension once again.

“God, that’s exactly what I need,” she murmured, leaning back into my chest. The suggestion hung in the air, along with the temptation to keep touching her.

I kissed the top of her head. “Go on,” I whispered. “I’ll finish this last bit. Why don’t you go lay down and get comfortable? I’ll help you relieve that tension with a nice massage.” She agreed and walked into the living room.

I assumed she would sink into the couch, but when I walked out of the kitchen minutes later, the house was silent. Then I caught the hint of vanilla in the air. I knew it was the candle from my bedroom. I followed the scent and saw an orange glow radiating from the room. When I walked in, candles and the salt lamp lit the space. On the floor in the doorway was her red sundress in a puddle, a discarded flash of color. My eyes trailed to the bed where she had made herself comfortable. She lay on her stomach, propped lazily on her elbows. Her gaze met mine, her eyes heavy with temptation.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said softly. “You did say to lay down and get comfortable… didn’t you?”

“I did.” I leaned in the doorway, enjoying the view of this beautiful woman in my bed.

With a mischievous, knowing smile that was anything but innocent, she slowly wiggled a finger at me a silent, magnetic command to come closer.

I didn’t break eye contact as I approached, my heart thrumming against my ribs. The orange glow of the room made her skin look like warm copper. I stepped over the red dress on the floor, intent filling the room. Her elbows dropped and she lay flat as I reached the bed. I climbed onto it and took in the full, stunning view of her body, her soft feet, her firm legs and thighs tracing up to her hips. Her ass was perfectly thick and firm but looked incredibly soft. The black lace panties she wore clung to her and made my hands jealous. The curve of her hips dipped in at her waist just slightly. Her back was elegant as my gaze traced up her spine. A matching black bra adorned her, the delicate fabric framing her natural form.

I knelt just behind her, and the first act was one of care. Reaching out, I gathered the heavy fall of her dark hair and gently swept it to one side, leaving her perfect skin exposed. The clean lavender scent of her skin filled my senses.

My fingers found their target instantly. Where her shoulder met her neck, I pressed in, feeling the tight, stubborn knots of tension that had built up all day. I didn’t glide or rub; I dug in firmly and deeply, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her exhale sharply. She pressed her face into the pillow, a sound of immediate relief escaping her lips.

“Oh,” she breathed, her voice muffled but laced with genuine need. “Yes. Right there.”

The command was soft, but the intimacy of the moment was electric. The simple act of easing her pain was undeniably sensual, confirming this was about so much more than just a massage.

I kneaded her shoulders and neck, and little by little I felt the stress melt away. My thumbs traced down her spine slowly, working the muscles outward as they went. My fingers grazed down her sides and pulled inward to meet my thumbs over and over. I did this down her entire back until my thumbs traced the band of her panties at her hips.

I began to work my way back up, but as I did, my body pulled me toward her. The weight of me leaned into her as my lips lowered to her skin. I planted a deep, tender kiss on the exposed curve of her neck, then followed the soft line down toward her back. My lips settled between her shoulder blades, that vulnerable and intimate spot. I felt her back arch slightly, a tiny tremor moving through her. I lingered there, not wanting to leave her skin. Her arms reached up, fingers searching for the clasp of her bra, but I caught her hands gently, lowering them back to her sides so I could do the favor for her.

The canvas of her back was now completely open to me. Although bare, it was still art. There was nothing better than a woman’s body, and her back alone was sculpted perfectly. My lips continued their travels all the way down her spine until they reached the rise of her lower back. Each time they met her skin felt like an affirmation of desire between us. My lips met fabric, but it didn’t slow me down. She let out a quiet, hitching breath. A sound that spurred me onward.

My hands trailed behind my lips, and as they felt the fabric covering her ass, I gave her a firm, possessive squeeze. It was quick, but it was a promise of things to come as my fingers chased down her thighs, her calves, and finally to her cute feet.

I raised her left foot into my hand and pressed carefully, wanting to see if my touch would tickle her. I felt a shiver through her body, one that welcomed my touch even more. I worked the arches and her toes. Once I was done, I gave her arch a soft kiss and laid her foot back on the bed, only to raise her right foot and do the same, ending with a warm kiss to her sole.

Then came the calves. My hands kneaded the tight muscles, urging the tension to surrender to my touch. As I finished each calf, I pressed a slow, longing kiss to the back of her knee, lingering long enough to feel her breath catch.

The work continued to her thighs. Here, the massage slowed, becoming intensely intimate. I pushed deep into the smooth, firm muscle, my touch less about relief and more about the pure intimacy we were sharing. Finishing the movement, I used my lips again, tracing a hot, purposeful line up the soft inner curve of her thigh.

My lips and hands converged where her thighs met the round, tempting curve of her backside. The moment my fingers brushed that sensitive seam, she responded instantly. With a groan that was half relief and half command, she slowly gave her legs a slight spread, offering me better access.

As I began to firmly massage her glutes, working the beautiful, full curves of her ass, she took the initiative. She lifted her body suddenly, arching her hips upward toward my hands, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she gripped the waistband of her panties and began to peel the soft lace down. The action was mesmerizing.

I followed her lead, removing the delicate fabric from her ankles. Once they were gone, she settled back down onto the bed, the finality of the act making the air burn. She didn’t just relax, though. As she adjusted, she splayed her legs just a touch more, a final, silent, undeniable invitation.

My hands returned. This time it was the bare skin of her ass I was touching. My left hand pulled gently at the muscles at the top while my right hand gripped between her thighs. My thumb ran along the soft crease where her cheek met the top of her thigh. Simultaneously, my index finger drifted lower and up her thigh, gently tracing the velvet soft lips of her femininity.

The slightest friction, the barest whisper of contact on that exposed skin, was all it took. Her breath deepened as she moaned, not in surprise but in complete surrender. Her body melted into the mattress. I repeated the motion, massaging the firm, sculpted curve of her ass with one hand and the underside of her cheek with the other, each pass grazing her lips and coaxing a moan. I felt her grow wetter with each stroke of my finger. When I moved my hands to the other cheek and thigh, her legs spread even further, giving me a wordless signal of what she wanted. I teased her endlessly once more as I gave her the attention she deserved. I thought I had made her speechless, until finally, with a faint whisper, I heard her say:

“Quit teasing and give me what I truly need.”

“With pleasure,” I responded.