Massage Therapy

As you, our gentle readers, are now aware, Mina and I had a tough weekend going. There has been a lot of conversation about what we were feeling. After spending a few hours sifting through the emotional bouillabaisse that we had built up, we had reached that point where there wasn’t anything to say, but we didn’t quite feel, okay, either. Eventually, something needed to be done. Being the Dom in our relationship, I naturally took it upon myself to find a solution to our situation. I settled on a little bit of role play. We were both online, idly staring off into the distance. I sent her an instant message at about 3:30: “Meet me in the bedroom at 3:40.”

I went to the bedroom, and lit the vanilla candle and pulled the blanket off the bed. How was I going to do this? I went through my list of accents, and decided to go back to my roots, and adopted the upper-crust coastal Southern accent. I stripped down to my black boxer briefs. She walked in shortly after I settled on the identity I was taking. She walked in the door four minutes late. (I’ll have to beat her for that later.) “Good evening, Ms. Harker,” I said, with the most charming accent I could manage. “You’re here for your massage?” She smiled, slightly confused.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Well, why don’t you lie down and we can get started.” Mina plops down on the bed with a giggle, fully clothed. “Well, I guess I could massage you through your clothes, but that normally creates an issue with the oil. How about I face away while you take those clothes off?” She giggled and stripped while I watched her reflection in the glass. I then oiled my hands and went to work on her back. From there I found a gift for small talk that I don’t normally have. I was fascinated by how I was settling into my character, a young masseur who has been propositioned by a bunch of old ladies for more than just a massage, but had never let himself get taken advantage of.

It was fascinated how he, (I?) was so taken with Mina’s athletic body, and her vocal response to the massage. It was time to do her front, so he held a sheet over her while she turned over. Mina teased him, “Are you uncomfortable with frontal nudity?”

“No ma’am but I can’t assume you aren’t.” We talked for a moment about the thigns he has seen, and so, the challenge was thrown down. What would happen if he did look? Finally, he took the dare, and lifted the sheet, exposing Mina to his glare.

At once, I experienced something bizarre. I was seeing her through his eyes, and it was like I was seeing her naked body, all at once, for the first time. She took my breath away. Her body is so beautiful, strong, and curved. Her breasts stood up, her nipples sharp a proud, the curve of her waist flaring out with natural grace. I had to remind myself to breathe, that I was touching this beautiful woman. At once, I was suddenly shy. I almost forgot that this was MY woman. She was smiling, and relaxed. I offered to give her a lotion rubdown after the oil massage. As I cooled her skin with the kiwi lotion, I was trying to figure this out. How on earth was I going to get these extra services I supposedly don’t provide?

I thought about this. I knew she was ready…I knew it. Her hand was absently rubbing my thigh. But how on earth was I going to do this? Fortune favors the bold…”I might be out of line here,” I said, with cold lotion on both my palms, and pressed the cold blobs on both of her nipples. She moaned and her back arched.

“What gave me away?” she said as I leaned down and kissed her neck. How could I say? I kissed her neck as she arched under me.

“Would you like some special services?” Her hand reached to my briefs, grasping my erection, squeezing it hard.

“Yes, I need someone to fuck me! It’s been so long!” I pulled my briefs down and laid on top of her. I was inside her so quickly. I ground my hips against her, working her body. In a flash, no more than twenty strokes, I felt my body rising. My mouth shot open.

“shit!” I plunged in, pulsing into her body, coming so fast. It was almost like our first time again, I was shocked with how aroused she had made me. I sighed, and rolled back onto my feet, pulling Lily out of her box, and placing her on Mina’s wet clitoris, seeing a milky white stream slowly oozing out of her. I smiled and plunged my fingers into her, as she worked Lily on her clit. She moaned happily, and I felt her muscles clamping down, slowly growing stronger and more persistent, trying to crush my fingers inside her as her orgasm erupted in a loud avalanche of screams. I smiled as I rolled onto the bed next to her, and we talked in our afterglow.

She smiled at me. “You know, I don’t even know your name.”

“Sylvester.” We both laughed. “No one ever believes that!”

“You look like a Sven.” I smiled.

“Sven it is.”

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Sven took care of her again, later, too.

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For me, seeing her with the fresh eyes, brought me back in love with her all over again. The storms quieted, the bonds reforged, we happily lazied away the day, making love again later that night.