Skin on skin with nothing between but a thin film of oil. This is where I belonged; this is how I felt content. Her relaxed breathing, her gentle moans when my thumbs released another knot in her back. Miss had never allowed me such intimate touches before and a nice long massage like this would take around an hour. I felt so blessed. I wanted badly to caress her lovely breasts, lick her beautiful pussy, and such thoughts brought a blush to my skin, but I would never overstep the permissions she gave me. I would be content here with this, the rhythmic push and pull of her silky skin.
Sir watched attentively from his chair in the corner of the room. He was the only one who was dressed but I saw that he was growing aroused watching. I knew that look in his eyes, and it made my pussy wet. I tried to put Sir out of my mind for now, this was for Miss. She had been hesitant because she wasn't sure she wanted anything to do with Sir's new plaything. Miss was used to having separate toys. Sir suggested Miss enjoy one of my massages with no strings or promises of more. Miss agreed to give it a try, and it seems I'm doing a good job.
I slid my hands down her back one more time checking for any stray tension I missed, then moved to the end of the table and started massaging her ankles and calves. Kneading, digging, sliding, I worked the muscles in her calves before moving on to thighs and buttocks. I was very careful to avoid any area she might consider inappropriate because I wanted Miss to be pleased and I wanted to be allowed to do this again.
