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The Massage- written by C.J. Penn
Ruth was tired from her long flight, twelve hours non-stop
with a layover in Chicago, then another five hours to the
coast. The brief encounter with the ultra-cute pilot who had
stopped to talk with her in Chicago was a pleasant diversion.
"How was your flight ma'am?" he'd asked in that charming Southern
drawl and his lean tanned face had beamed at her as he spoke.
"Why do guys keep hitting on me at times like these?" thought
Ruth. Especially when things with Jimmy were starting to take
a bad turn. But that pilot was so-o-o-o damned cute.
It was only 5:00 p.m. when Ruth arrived at her apartment. Greeted by the soft colors of her self-decorated living room with its comfy furniture and familiar art objects adorning the walls, end tables, and various stands around the room, it was nice to be home again. Ruth fixed herself a glass of port.
As Ruth sipped her drink, exhaustion slowly taking its toll, she remembered to check her voice mail. Maybe Jimmy had called. She still had hopes that she could somehow talk things through with him and get back to where they once had been.
There were six messages to listen to. The first three were from Stephanie, her shop manager, bringing her up to date on the more important news items concerning the shop. The next was from her doctor. Ruth's throat closed in anticipation of the bad news, having taken tests just before her trip to Turkey that her doctor had wanted done. Ruth realized she had missed the first few words and the doctor was saying,"…turned up negative and there's absolutely nothing to worry about. You'll live to be a hundred…"
Ruth practically fainted with relief. She had to tell someone. Where was Jimmy? Message five sounded like a "clunk", then another, then the message was over. "What was that all about?" As message six started, Jimmy's voice came over the phone and Ruth melted with the desire to see him, be with him, and let him know everything was going to be alright. Jimmy was saying, "Sorry about the dropped phone earlier, that was clumsy me. Come on over to my place as soon as you get this message. I have a surprise for you."
Ruth's earlier tiredness had disappeared. She couldn't get
to Jimmy's quick enough. As she arrived at Jimmy's loft apartment,
she realized that she hadn't even changed clothes or checked
her makeup. She hoped Jimmy wouldn't care. As she approached
his door, Ruth saw the hand-printed note on the door. "Ruth,
come on in."
Entering the apartment, Ruth noticed another note attached to Jimmy's massage room door. Enter at your own risk. Ruth's curiosity was piqued. "What's going on?" she wondered, as understanding began to hit her. Jimmy was a highly regarded massage therapist.
Inside, the room was empty, no Jimmy, but the massage table
was made up with fresh sheets and the room was very warm.
Lying on the table was another note. Take off your clothes
and lay down. Okay. Ruth was game and this could be just what
she needed. She slipped off her clothes, put them neatly on
a nearby bench and got up on the table, tummy on the mattress,
face down in the cradle which was made for just that purpose.
As she got comfortable, soft music came through the overhead
speakers, sounding exotic and reminding her of faraway places.
Jimmy walked into the room saying, "Hi babe. I want to hear all about your trip, but first…" Jimmy's voice trailed off and his hands started massaging her neck and shoulders, sensing that her fatigue was strongest in those places.
As he rubbed her, Ruth's body began to let go of the tension and she started to truly rest, just between sleep and waking, forgetting about her good news. She could tell Jimmy later.
Jimmy massaged along her spine, kneading out the kinks, causing
the muscles in her back to relax. Jimmy used a body
massage oil that smelled divine, stimulating her senses.
The oil, smelling of mango, was warm and felt great on her
skin.
Next he began massaging her lower back, moving over her buttocks. The room was very warm, but not at all uncomfortable, and it made her excited to feel Jimmy's hands on her. It seemed that it had been a long time since he had touched her.
Moving in long strokes from part way up her back, over her
buttocks, and down her legs a short way, his hands moved down
the back of her thighs, thumbs and fingers gliding to her
inner thighs. Jimmy was moving closer to Ruth's pubic region,
his hands brushing up against the closely shaved
hair between her legs, thumbs gently touching the lips
of her vagina and then moving back down her legs. Ruth's breath
caught, then quickened at his touch.
Slowly, he massaged the backs of her thighs once more, moving down to her well-toned calves. Ruth jogged religiously three times a week. Jimmy especially loved this part of Ruth's body. He moved around the table to the left side of it, where he faced toward her head, working on her calves and up her legs to her buttocks again, moving in long, slow strokes, the warm oil making Ruth's skin glow. Moving toward the other side of the table, Jimmy stopped to slip off his briefs, the only clothes he had been wearing, as he came around the table.
Ruth couldn't see that Jimmy was now totally nude, his cock starting to harden. He continued to work on her legs, adding more oil, moving his hands back down between her legs, spreading her butt cheeks with his thumbs and fingertips, coming close to her pubic region, even brushing against the hair.
Jimmy smelled Ruth's intoxicating sex smell, knowing that she was getting wet with anticipation. The fingers of his right hand briefly lingered a half inch from her vagina opening, his left hand resting midway between her buttocks and thigh.
Jimmy felt her tension, she not knowing where his hands would move next, then he begin to massage her inner thigh at the top of her leg with his right hand, fingers moving toward her pubic hair and back, driving her crazy with uncertainty. Slowly he moved his hands back down her leg and then back to that spot just below her dampening pubic hair. As he moved around the table, he started the same stroke on her other leg, again stopping just short of heaven. Ruth was so excited, it was all she could do not to turn over and pull him down on top of her.
Adding more oil to his hands, Jimmy moved down to her ankles and lower calves, massaging tired joints and muscles, then on to her feet. He massaged her right heel, then the arch of her foot and the ball of her foot, then each toe, finally switching to her left foot for the same treatment. His cock had grown very hard, reacting to the touch of his hands on her skin. Her feet, now covered in warm oil, were luxuriant feeling, soft, supple.
Jimmy moved back to the top of the table where her head rested and begin to rub the back of her neck, massaging her neck, then head, then behind her ears, relaxing her again. As his hand rubbed her head and his fingers threaded her hair, Jimmy softly kissed her on the back of her head. "I missed you so much," he said. She cooed something back that he couldn't quite hear, but knew she was agreeing with him.
Next, he squirted a line of oil down her spine, his strong hands massaging it in with long, powerful strokes, working down to the base of her back and onto her buttocks and thighs. Facing toward her feet, he laid his hand over her buttocks, with his middle finger pressing between her legs, reaching into her wet vagina. As his hand moved farther down, deeper inside her, she moaned in ecstasy.
Moving to the side of the table, he slipped his left hand under her and now fingers from both hands were inside her, moving around, causing her to move her pelvis so that her clit was in contact with his fingers. Ruth moved up onto her knees and Jimmy moved his right hand so that his middle finger again entered her pussy, heading right for the sweet spot.
"Lie on your back," he requested, throat tight with desire.
Ruth moved onto her back, legs spread, nipples erect, yearning to be touched, tasted, sucked.
As Jimmy came around the bottom of the table he pulled her slick, heaving body down toward him, leaning his body over the table till his head and mouth could reach her pussy. He started licking her inner thighs, just below her vagina then moved his tongue slowly into Ruth's pussy, flicking his tongue against her clit, massaging it top and bottom. He put his finger into her pussy as his tongue glided over her clit once again.
Ruth couldn't help it as she started to loudly moan. Jimmy moved his other hand onto her breast, pinching her nipple. His tongue and finger were working miracles inside her pussy, licking and rubbing her into a frenzy. Ruth's moans got louder and as Jimmy squeezed her nipple extra hard, Ruth let out a full-throated cry.
Jimmy had never let up on eating her pussy and Ruth's eyes were crossing as she realized she was about to come. All at once, Jimmy stopped and pulled his head up to look at her.
"Fuck me!" Ruth gasped.
Jimmy came up onto the table, covering Ruth's chest with warm massage oil, between her tits and all over her stomach, and finally down both legs. Jimmy moved into Ruth, his cock easing between her legs, his weight on his knees and arms. She pulled him down to her, kissing and biting his lips and tongue, tasting everything. His cock was thick, engorged with blood. Her legs were wrapped around him, pulling Jimmy into her. They were sliding all over each other due to the warm oil now covering both of their bodies.
As her eyes widened from the pressure of his cock against her clit, Ruth's breathing stopped, she had never felt so close to Jimmy, so in love with him. They simultaneously climaxed, convulsing together, then started laughing uncontrollably, rolling over one another.
They kissed for long minutes, looking into each other eyes, seeing what had been missing for some time. Smiling slyly, Ruth edged off the table. "Now it's your turn, Jimmy."
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