After a busy week, I get surprised as my friend Andrew decides to give me an erotic massage.
I’m lying down on my stomach, feeling relaxed and rested. We had lit the one candle in my room which gives everything a low, orange filter and scents the air with vanilla. Andrew is sitting above me, legs straddled on either side, trying not to put to much weight on my legs, although I wouldn’t mind that much. He takes the massage bar from my bedside table and starts to rub it all across my back several times until I’m aptly oiled up.
I feel his strong, large hands caress into my shoulder blades, then down along my spine. He uses his thumb to pinch in a bit more, kneading out tiny knots of tension. He works his way up and down my back, across my shoulders, around my neck. His hands are confident, firm and I’m in heaven. He leans down and gives me a small kiss on the back of my neck which now smells faintly of citrus massage oil.
His hands work more along my neck and shoulders and his firms his grip, really working in the crevices of my body. His hands travel downwards, still strong, along my body. He cups my buttocks, massaging and spreading the cheeks slowly. My heartbeat quickens and I unconsciously lift myself up to meet his hands. He lets one finger teasingly trail downwards, only skimming my lips.
He gives a low laugh, his hands creeping up to my lower back again and I sigh into the pillow. He leans down and starts kissing over my neck and shoulders, his right hand making a slow caress between my thighs. I let out a moan as his hand reaches up and meets my wetness. I blush, but I don’t think he can see it. He uses a finger to trail along the slit, and then adds a little pressure to the bud of my clitoris. I moan out again and he starts rubbing it in little circles. I can’t help but squirm a little and the enticing feeling.
He reaches down with his other hand and spreads my thighs apart a little more. Whilst still playing with my clit, he inserts a finger inside my and my can’t help but let out a little gasp. It feels so good, as he starts to pushing it inside. He adds a second finger, fucking me slowly, in then out. I wiggle and push back against his fingers, wanting more. He laughs again.
I feel him moving above me, but I keep my eyes close because everything feels too good. I open then when I feel the tip of his penis press against against me. I’m so wet at the point that when he strokes his cock up against me a couple of times it instantly gets coated in my juices. I push back again into him, forcing just the tip to enter. It feels amazing. I want more. I need more.
He pulls out, making me groan in agony and longing. Then, quickly, with one stroke he enters me with his entirety. He instantly fills me up and I let out a low breath of relief.