© 2009 Sal De Klerk, All Rights Reserved
Revised 4/2020
Edited By: madam_tasha
Authors Note:
This was the first erotic story I ever wrote and originally posted it 07/10/09. I wrote this story at the request of an online friend who went by Shy155. She was in a sexually unfulfilling relationship and desired a three-way with her friend's college-age daughter. Her partner was dead set against the idea.
Warning:
This story contains adult content including erotic massage, romance, light bondage, sapphism, DP, menage-a-trois (MFF), fellatio, cunnilingus, and sodomy (F/F & M/F/F). If you don't enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story.
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You've just walked in the door after a long, hard day at work, dealing with customers who love to grab the ass of their sexy young server. All you want to do is eat dinner and relax. When you walk in, I'm standing in the doorway of the kitchen wearing an apron and a smile. I walk up to you, take the dry cleaning out of your hands, and kiss you passionately. You push me away, feeling too tired and stressed to make love.
I take you by the hand and lead you into the dining room. The table is set with our best china, and sitting there waiting is your favorite meal. I pull out your chair and pour you a glass of Dom Perignon. You let out a little sigh as I serve your dinner, and as we eat I listen to you vent about work.
Once we've finished our three-course dinner, I pick you up and carry you into the bathroom. The garden tub is filled with hot water and your favorite bubble bath. The floor is covered with rose petals, and the only illumination is from a dozen lavender scented candles strategically placed around the room.
I put you down on the closed toilet and kneel in front of you. I untie the laces on your sneakers and pull them off your tired aching feet. I slide your socks off and spend several minutes giving you a short but powerful foot rub. You sigh in pleasure as I make sure to massage each toe.
When I have finished rubbing your feet, I reach up and take hold of the waistband of your bright orange shorts and the pantyhose underneath. You lift yourself slightly and I pull them down your shapely legs and off of your body.
You sigh again as the lower half of your body is freed from your hated work uniform. I stand up and grab the hem of your owl themed t-shirt, pulling it up over your head and away from your body. I lean in close and nuzzle your neck, as my hands wrap around you and expertly unfasten your padded push-up bra. As I slide the straps off your tired arms, exposing your wonderful mango sized breasts, I gently kiss you on your warm luscious lips.
Now that you are completely naked, I again pick you up and carry you over to the tub, lowering you into the warm bubbling water. As you submerge your tired body into the soothing bath, I take your phone from the pocket of your shorts, open your Soundscapes app and start the preprogrammed mix of nature sounds you listen to when feeling stressed.
As you soak, I head back to the kitchen to clean up from dinner. When I return to the bathroom, you are dozing in the warm water. I take off the apron and drop it in the hamper with your dirty clothes. As you sleep, I grab your shampoo and pour some in my hand. I pour a little water on your head and begin to massage your scalp as I work it into a rich lather.
When I start to rinse the strawberry-scented foam from your long beautiful black hair, your eyes flutter open. You smile at me as I finish with your hair. As I drain the water, I use the handheld pulsating shower head to rinse the last of the bubbles from your wet, naked form.
I leave you for a moment, quickly returning with your thick fluffy sherpa robe, fresh from the dryer. I had slipped into the short silk robe that you bought me for our first anniversary. I help you out of the tub and wrap you in your warm robe. Once again, I scoop you up and carry you into our bedroom. There is a crackling fire in the fireplace, soft music playing in the background, and another bottle of Dom in an ice bucket next to your makeup table. I put you on the settee, and hand you a glass of Dom, and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries.
As you nibble on the sweet fruit and sip the champagne, savoring the way the flavors complement each other, I take your hairbrush and begin to brush your long flowing silky locks. As I carefully brush your hair, my lips and tongue start to nibble on your long sexy neck and cute ears. You tilt your head, welcoming my soft kisses. You hold one of the strawberries for a little too long, some of the chocolate melts and drips onto your legs and your firm, perky breasts.
I finish brushing your hair. I offer you my hand and lead you to our king size bed. I untie and remove your robe, leaving you standing naked, exposed to my hungry, lust-filled gaze. You sit, and I lick the runaway chocolate from your breasts and thighs, making you giggle as I tickle you slightly.
I place a neck pillow on the bed and motion for you to lay face down, ensuring your comfort while I massage you.
As you get on the bed and lay face down, I take a moment to stare at the most perfect ass I have ever seen. I climb onto the bed and straddle your body. I pick up the bottle of massage oil I had set out on my nightstand and begin to massage your feet, starting with your big toe. I massage each toe one at a time, spending several minutes on each one. I continue to massage your feet, moving to the soles, going slowly, and making sure to stimulate every square millimeter of your body. I slowly and methodically work my way up to your ankles and over your shapely calves. I flex your legs at the knee several times and pull your lower leg to stretch your sore muscles, then continue my journey up your thighs, stopping just shy of your damp and glistening womanhood.
I shift my body around to face toward your head, shifting backward a little until my ass is lightly resting on yours. I start to massage your head and neck, focusing on your temples and the joint of the jaw just below your earlobes. I take my time, moving even slower than before, as I move down and rub the back and sides of your neck. Soon I reach your shoulders and work out numerous knots and kinks.
I can feel your whole body relaxing, your breathing is slowing down and getting deeper. I can almost feel the smile on your face, as well as the building desire for our bodies to join together. I continue the massage, moving down your back, letting my hands wander just a bit, gently grazing against the soft, supple flesh of the sides of your breasts. You moan every time I touch you there.
I continue to work slowly and thoroughly down your body, eventually reaching the small of your back. I slide back a bit more and grasp your cheeks in my hands, and begin to give you a deep tissue on your taut lean buttocks. Finally, I finish massaging your back half. I climb off you and ask you to turn over.
I drink in your incredibly long erect nipples, and the dew caught on your trimmed bush. Starting again with your feet, I work on all tops of them once again starting with each toe. I work as I did before, slowly, teasingly, staying away from the sensitive flesh of your thighs for the moment.
Once more, I turn around and start to massage your cheeks and around your mouth, working my way down, your neck, and then to your arms, massaging your biceps, triceps, and forearms. I then start on your hands, treating each finger just like I did your toes earlier.
All that's left now is your torso. I strategically avoid your breasts, massaging your stomach and siding down to your hips and back, getting ever closer, but never quite touching where you desire it most.