I walk around the table and massage her feet by exerting pressure with my thumbs on some key nerve pressure points. She seems to enjoy it.
I quickly move on to her calves. Her calf muscles are quite stiff. “This will initially be a little uncomfortable, but it will be worth it, I promise.” I explain.
“OK, I’ll take your word for it.” she answers with a smile.
I put a pillow under her lower legs and pummel her calf muscles hard and fast with the outside edges of my hands.
“Ouch!” she complains.
“Just hang in there. Almost done.” I comfort her.
Then I massage her calf muscles in turn from just above the Achilles tendons to below the knee. It’s not very pleasant, but the end result makes it worth it. She moans and complains, but stands firm.
I give her a little break. “How does it feel now?” I ask.
She lifts her feet and bends her knees a few times. “You were right. It now feels nice and warm and loose. Quite pleasant!” she says.
“Good!” I respond. I climb on the table and crouch over her feet. I take a soft brush and pull the bristles lightly to and fro over the sensitive back of her knee. Her hand shoots out to stop me. “Oooh ..! That tickles!” she giggles. A spray of goosebumps appears on her upper thighs.
“Would you like me to stop?” I ask.
“No, it was just a little unexpected!” she says. “And I’m very sensitive there!”
“Most people are.” I answer and do the same with the other leg. She shivers with pleasure. Her butt wiggles slightly under the towel.
I stop. “How was that?” I ask.
“Actually very good. And in a strange way erotic …” she says softly. Music to my ears!
I put my hands on either side of her left leg just above the knee, rubbing her leg muscles hard and slowly up and down. Of course, I focus more on the soft inner thigh and rub a little higher with every stroke. Her buttocks tighten noticeably as my hand moves closer to the No Go Zone. She breathes more heavily. My hand glides up to the elastic band of her panties in her groin. I purposely and very gentlemanly avoid any contact with her private parts. Her lower body starts to move restlessly.
I slightly open her legs and massage her soft inner thigh. She groans softly. I think she is enjoying it. I then repeat the process with the other inner thigh. The crotch of her panties is now clearly visible between her legs. It causes a stirring in my pants.
I put my hands under the towel and slip my fingers under the sides of her panties. Then I slowly push the back of the panties into the crack of her buttocks. Her body tightens in anticipation. “Sshh … It’s OK …” I say softly, and rake my fingernails lightly over her bare buttocks. She draws her breath in sharply. I can feel the goosebumps on her butt. She moans softly, her lower body still restless. I massage her buttocks with both hands, keeping things absolutely within limits. I certainly do not want to frighten her!
“OK, shall we proceed to more enjoyable treatments?”
She thinks for a moment. “What are you going to do ..?” she asks suspiciously.
“I want us to start using the oils. Are you OK with it? ”
“All right then …” she whispers.
I climb down and stand next to her “You’re going to have to turn around on your back.” She sighs.
“Don’t worry, I will hold the towel over you.” I say. She turns cautious and I throw the towel over her lower body, of course, not before I treat myself to a good eyeful of the mound of her pussy straining against the front of the thin panties. Immediately there is a stirring in my shorts! She covers her upper body again with the towel draped around her neck. Her flat, tanned tummy is enough to put impure thoughts in any man’s head! She seems very relaxed so far.
I have a sizable range of aromatic and therapeutic oils. There are, amongst others, Anika, eucalyptus, lavender, almond, honey, jojoba, Ylang Ylang, and so on.
“I’m going to start with almond.” I say and slowly pour a little of the oil into her navel until it overflows. Her stomach muscles tighten, goosebumps appearing all over her skin. With slow, lazy strokes I spread the oil over her slender belly. She gasps as my fingertip gently tickles her navel. I work my hands higher and higher up her chest until my fingers to touch the bottom of her top under the towel. I push the top up gradually until my fingers find the soft, fleshy undersides of her breasts. Again her body tightens in anticipation. I move my hands away. She relaxes again immediately.
I move around her so that I stand behind her head. My fingers slide up her slender neck and I lightly tickle both her earlobes. She shudders.
I pour a little oil on her breastbone and spreads it around on her chest. My right hand moves down between the two panels of the towel and slides under the top in between her breasts. She immediately puts her hand over mine. “It’s OK, Jess. Just relax …” I whisper. I slide my hand up and down her breastbone, but do my best to avoid touching her breasts. Soon she is comfortable with it and relaxes. She removes her hand, a sure sign of trust.
I pour some of the jojoba oil in my hands and rub it in the sides of her chest, outside the panels of the towel. My fingers soon find their way into the sides of her top and I massage her rib cage with the oil. Gradually I move my hands higher until I feel the soft outsides of her breasts. I rub the oil into the softness, but stay away from her nipples. She does not react.
I move around the table and stand next to her again. I lift the towel slightly. “May I ..?” I ask softly.
She hesitates. “If you think it’s necessary.”
I throw the two ends of the towel off her breasts. I can’t help gasping at what I see! Her large, firm breasts strain against the thin material, her nipples, small and hard, now quite visible under the thin material. I have difficulty controlling myself. I pour more oil on my hands and let my hands glide over the soft outer sides of her breasts under the top. She sighs.
“Everything OK, Jess?” I ask subtly.
“Hmm .. Yes, thank you.” she says softly. “It smells very nice …”
“I hope it feels good as well…” I fish for a compliment.
“Heavenly …” she replies softly and smiles.
I pour a little oil on her breastbone and massages it into her skin with circular motions. Soon the circles grow bigger and my fingers glide over the insides of her breasts. I still avoid going near her hard nipples. I take my hands out from under the top and apply more oil to them. They soon find the way back into the top. I wrap the thumb and forefinger of each hand around the base of each breast and push them together. I hold them like that for a few seconds. They are incredibly firm! Then I squeeze and release them repeatedly, moving my hands deliberately so that her breasts begin to dance around on her chest. She does not complain. Her nipples are rock hard! She is now breathing fairly heavily.
“Jess, I am now going to use a lot of oil.” I warn.
“OK.” she replies softly.
I pour a generous amount of oil over her top. What she does not realize is that the oil makes the thin material of the top completely transparent. It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination! She could just as well have been lying there topless! My hard dick strains so hard against my shorts that it hurts! Given the fact that Jess is blindfolded, I decide to release it from its confinement. It flies upwards as if spring-loaded.
I position myself behind her again, taking care not to poke her against the head with my hard dick. That would certainly ruin the friendship! I massage her shoulders again with my oily hands which soon find their way over her collarbones to the soft curves of her breasts. My fingers slip back under the top again. She immediately puts her hands over her breasts to limit my access.
“Relax.” I say softly and begin to gently massaging the upper parts of her breasts. I gradually increase the pace and intensity of the massage so that her breasts dances around again under the top. She removes her hands, I certain sign of trust. I deliberately keep away from her nipples, still hard and straining against the thin material. I slip my hands further into the top, my fingers gliding over the top curves of her breasts. She drew her breath in sharply in anticipation.
“Everything OK?” I ask.
“Mmmm …” she says softly.
“You have beautiful breasts.” I dare.
She blushes. “Thank you.” she says, barely audibly.
I lean forward and blow gently in her ear. She shivers.
Her breasts are now seriously dancing around under the thin material. The way they move around on her chest shoots any notion that they were surgically enhanced down in flames! My right hand ‘accidentally’ glides over her naked breast and grazes her hard nipple lightly.
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to…” I apologize and remove hand immediately.
She smiles faintly. “It’s OK.” I keep away from her nipples as I massage her upper body. Her breasts are dancing around wildly!
To hell with it! I slip both hands over her full, firm breasts and massage them now openly. Her hands shoot up over mine. “Don’t …” she says softly.
“Shhh …” I reply softly, rubbing her breasts with her hands still over mine. She doesn’t make any effort to stop me, but do not remove her hands. “Concentrate only on the pleasure.”
“Do you think I’m a prude?” she asks softly.
“Does it matter what I think?” I try to duck the question.
“Just give me an honest answer.” she insists.
“Well, a little reserved, maybe. But prudish, no.” I answer.