Your Beach Massage

I've rented a small one bedroom cottage on an island off the coast of North Carolina... this one comes complete with two hundred feet of its own private beach... set on a small cove with palm trees surrounding it... very secluded and set apart from all other people. You arrive about dinnertime. You wear a white tank top and short green shorts and I am wearing a pair of shorts and a white v-neck tee shirt. I greet you with an awkward hug... and a less awkward kiss on your cheek. You smile to yourself as you notice that I haven't shaven in two days, enjoying the slightly rough feel of my stubble on your soft skin. We're both a bit nervous, but at the same time we've looked forward to this meeting for a long time, and we're both glad it's finally taking place...

You sit and talk to me as I finish preparing a homemade dinner of spaghetti marinara with salad. I tell you I purposefully left out the garlic tonight and did so for strategic reasons. You blush a little, but tell me you that as much as you love garlic, you think that it was a wise idea. Once dinner is ready, just after dusk, we sit down to eat on the back deck overlooking the ocean. I hold your chair for you as you take a seat, positioning myself beside you so I can take a quick look down the front of your tank top as you lean over to sit down. You smile to yourself, pretending not to notice... resisting the temptation to raise your hand to hold your tank top tighter against your chest. I sit to your left and we start to eat.

We take our time and enjoy our candlelit dinner. We talk quietly, looking into each other's eyes... sometimes laughing... sometimes smiling... and sometimes just enjoying the quiet pleasure of each other's company. As dinner progresses, we both rest our free hands on the table... allowing them to inch closer and closer together as we talk... eventually allowing our fingertips to touch... barely at first... then slowly intertwining as we eat and talk and enjoy one another... my eyes continuing to steal looks at your face and body... watching your soft sensual lips as they talk... looking into your eyes... at your hair... your arms and hands... your shoulders... your neck... your breasts... your thighs... wanting so badly to touch you all over... to kiss you... lick you... hold you... nibble you... but managing to keep my mind in the moment... not wanting to miss a single word you say...

After dinner, we sit for a few moments on the two-seat swing on the deck... we talk quietly as we enjoy the cool evening breeze and the sound of the ocean waves beyond the sand... our bodies touching... arm to arm... hip to hip... thigh to thigh... foot to foot... my hand taking yours in mine... holding it to my lips... kissing it... lingering as I take in the beauty of your scent... smiling as I see you blush and turn away... I feel my body becoming turned on at the sensation of our flesh touching... our thighs and arms rubbing together with the slow, steady rhythm of the swing...

As our words become slower and our nerves more settled, I tell you to close your eyes and walk with me. I take your hand in mine and I slowly lead you off the deck and onto the cool, soft sand below. You smile as I hold your hand gently in mine, your nerves getting the better of you again... but still you trust me so you let me lead without hesitation on your part.

After a short walk, I tell you to open your eyes. It is the first time you've seen the quiet, secluded cove where we will spend the next several hours together... alone. I point out a small canopy I've set up to ensure further privacy for us. The white, somewhat see-through canopy walls flow gently in the ocean breeze. You see that the canopy is three-sided, with the open side facing the softly pounding waves. You walk in and look up to see that the canopy has no ceiling... the stars sparkling in the clearness of the night sky overhead.

You smile as you notice the blanket spread out on the sand inside... some bottles of oils and lotions on the edge of the blanket... candles lit and scattered throughout... at the same time you think about how tired you are after working all day at the Day Spa and then the drive up the coast... I sense your thoughts and smile... telling you I'm not putting you to work, so you can relax. I'm here to massage you... and give your aching and fatigued muscles some sense of much-needed relief. You smile... I lean over and kiss you gently on the lips and whisper to you to undress to your level of comfort and to lay on your tummy on the blanket... and I will be back in a few minutes. Before I leave I point out a white sheet for your optional use folded and laying at the edge of the blanket.

I head back to the cottage and give you a few moments to yourself to get comfortable and ready for your much-needed massage. As I walk away, you smile to yourself, wrapping your arms around yourself and giving yourself a small reassuring hug. You bite your lip as you take in the scene... the blanket... the sand... the candles... the oils and lotions... the stars... you close your eyes and listen to the waves... wondering to yourself what I have in mind for us tonight... feeling nervous... and at the same time with a growing sense of excitement at what might come... you slowly come back to the moment and remember my request... to undress to your level of comfort... you laugh a little, thinking if you truly acted on that you would probably put on more clothes... still, the excitement and anticipation helps you overcome your nerves... you start by slipping off your shorts... tossing them into a corner of the canopy... next you pull your tank top off... tossing it into the corner as well. You reach behind you and hesitate... thinking... then smiling, you unhook your bra, slipping it off and throwing it on top of your other clothes. You instinctively wrap your arms around your body, covering your breasts... then you smile and start to relax as see how private and secluded our hideaway truly is... Your fingers slip inside the waist band of your panties for a moment... you think... but your feelings of vulnerability win out and you decide to leave them on... for now. You take the sheet and start to unfold it to drape yourself, but then, with a wry grin on your face, you leave it folded. You lay on your tummy and place the sheet over your butt... and you wait for me.

When I come back, I find you laying on your tummy on the blanket, your face turned away from me... not aware I have returned... I stand there and look you over... I see you're wearing nothing on top... with just the sheet folded neatly and laying across your butt. I smile to myself... standing there and taking in the sight of you, nearly naked on the blanket below me, the bare flesh of your back and legs glowing in the warm light of the candles, looking so beautiful and enticing... my mind going far beyond massage... I try to keep my mind focused on the task in front of me... to massage you and help you relax... but my mind keeps going to other places... places I hope we can experience together tonight in our secluded beach hideaway...

I turn on some soft music and turn it down low so you can hear the sound of the waves rolling in a few feet away. You smile and look up to see me standing above your head... I smile back at you, trying hard to keep my eyes on yours, but not being able... as my eyes return more than once to your bare back and thighs...

I crouch down by your head and tell you that I, too, will now undress to your level of comfort. You laugh a little... saying it's obvious I'm not a legitimate therapist... I ask if you want me to call a legitimate therapist for you. You laugh again and tell me I better not call another therapist... you're quite happy with the one you have. I smile, thanking you. I look at your eyes, your mouth, and look over your body once more and tell you I'm very happy with my client as well. You blush slightly, looking away.

I take your chin in my hand and turn it back toward me. I look straight into your eyes and ask you what your level of comfort might be. You smile, blushing again... then you look up at me and in your most coy-sounding voice you tell me my shirt looks a little restricting and if I'm going to be able to really nail the long strokes, it just has to come off. I stand up and remove my shirt, tossing it aside so it lands on top of your clothes in the corner. I look down at you and ask if you if this is better. You look at my chest and arms and abs and tell me yeah, this is better.

I ask you if I am now undressed to your level of comfort. You look me over... you start to nod, but then you pause... thinking... letting the boldness well up inside of you... you smile at me... and say, "Well... "

"Well what?" I ask you. You look at me and smile... your eyes dropping to my shorts... then back up to my eyes... a grin on your face...

It's my turn to blush... a fact not lost on you. You tell me that since you're stripped down to almost nothing, you can only truly be comfortable if I am in a similar state. I think about it and nod... knowing you're right... and wanting this to be the best night of your life, with your eyes following every move of my hands and fingers, I unbutton my shorts... and let them fall to the ground. Your eyes smile and follow as you see my shorts hit the ground. Then I watch as your eyes quickly shoot back up my legs... you smile in approval at my choice of undies... they are the Hawaiian boxer briefs you picked out for me on Amazon.

I ask you if you recognize my undies. You nod, saying you were right about them... they do look good on me. I blush again... my thoughts again reaching far beyond the realm of massage as I think about where I hope things will go tonight... I realize my vulnerable state quickly, and place my hands in front of my undies before my body communicates too clearly where my thoughts are going. The smile on your face tells me I might be too late... but neither one of us says anything at present.

I pick up one of the bottles of lotion... Pouring some lotion into my hands, I tell you to close your eyes and enjoy yourself. You smile and close your eyes, resting your head on your folded arms.

I begin by moving to the other end of your body... I start by working the lotion into your calves and ankles... long, slow strokes, increasing the pressure as I work my way down from your knees to your ankles... first your right calf... then your left... digging my thumbs into your soft flesh... making you moan slightly as I work out the tension... moving next to your ankles and feet... putting increased pressure on your arches... working each toe individually... massaging the pads then pulling your toes gently to avoid popping them.

After I finish with your feet I pour more lotion on my hands and move your legs slightly apart so I can kneel between them. I position myself at your calves and start to work on your thighs... starting with the outside of your left thigh... then moving to the back of your left thigh... then sliding over to the outside and back of your right thigh... making long and smooth strokes from the backs of your knees to the bottom of your panties which are barely visible underneath the folded sheet. Once I reach the tops of your thighs and let my fingers linger along the leg of your panties, I slowly make my way back down again. I smile as I feel you relaxing more with each stroke... your soft moans of pleasure and contentment getting louder now as the tension is released. Next, I move to the insides of your thighs and repeat the long, smooth strokes... first on your left leg, then your right, reaching further up than before... my hands between your legs... my fingers barely grazing the bottoms of your panties with each stroke.

You begin to lose yourself in the moment... letting your mind wander as you lay there enjoying the alternately soft and firm touch of my fingers and hands. You wonder again what I have in mind... hoping in increasing measure that my hands... and other parts... will touch you in places no legitimate therapist has ever ventured.

Each time my hands move up your legs, nearing your panties, the temptation on my part to go further increases... your nearly naked body lying underneath me is taking a toll on me... my body desiring your body so badly I feel an aching sensation beginning to grow between my legs. As my fingers graze your panties, I feel the blood starting to rush to my groin... the tissue filling and expanding and growing hard as my mind struggles to stay on task...

A soft moan from you brings me back to the moment. As I work my way again up the backs of your legs, I let my hands slide across your panties, my fingers splayed wide across your butt cheeks... my thumbs meeting and sliding up your crack... pressing inward slightly, putting pressure on you... hinting at what I hope to do more fully later...

I slide my hands to your lower back... pulling the backs of your panties down slightly. I work on your tail bone... digging my thumbs into you... making you wriggle a little... your soft moans tell me you're enjoying yourself... so I continue to work on that area... letting my fingers venture a little further into your panties... a little further down and into your crack as they work out the tension and knots...

As I finish up with your tailbone I slip my whole hands inside the back of your panties, one hand on each butt cheek... massaging you there... pressing into your soft skin... my thumbs slipping further and further into your crack...

After working on your butt I slide my hands to your lower back again... working my way up your spine... one vertebra at a time... slowly... slowly... pressing into your skin on either side of your spine with my thumbs, my other fingers pressing into your back on either side...

As I reach the top of your spine, I begin to massage your head... my fingertips dancing ever so lightly across your scalp... from your forehead, around to each ear... back to the top... and down again to the top of your spine... this time letting my hands drop to your neck and shoulders... working out the tension... digging into the stubborn knots... working them out... giving you the relief you need...

Next my hands move down to your shoulder blades... digging into your flesh just inside them... finding more knots and working them out one by one...

I finish your back by running my hands in long, smooth strokes down each arm, to your hands, your fingers, your fingertips... and then back up again...

At this time, I lean over and kiss you on your cheek... telling you it's time for you to turn over... asking if you'd like for me to unfold and spread the sheet for more modesty... you hesitate, your mouth a little dry, and whisper that you would... smiling, I unfold the sheet and let you turn over, covering you from the bottom of your panties to your chest... leaving just the top swelling of your breasts exposed...

I position myself at your feet and move your legs slightly apart again... happily noticing that there is no resistance from you at all... in fact, I notice you move them even further apart than I had originally placed them. I begin your front by massaging your toes and feet again... this time on the tops... your ankles... working my way up your shins... your knees... your thighs... moving more and more slowly as my hands approach your panties once again...

When my hands reach the tops of your thighs, I splay my fingers even wider... pressing into your flesh... letting them graze your panties again... slipping the tips of my middle fingers just inside the openings around your legs... letting them linger... teasing you... I see you bite your lip... you squirm a little... unconsciously opening your legs a little wider to me...

Your mind begins to wander... imagining what it would feel like if my hands went where we both want them to go... you imagine my fingers inside your panties... then pulling them off... getting to know your body more intimately... as your mind continues to wander, you feel your vaginal lips start to swell, your clit beginning to throb... as the wet juices of your vagina begin to spread to your panties, making an ever-widening damp spot, betraying the thoughts of sexual pleasure racing through your mind...

I look between your legs... straining to see your panties in the candlelight... wanting so badly to see inside them... as my mind wanders to that soft, moist, tight area between your legs, I feel the first hints of pre-cum oozing out of my now semi-erect cock... dampening my undies... a second drop soon follows, and the wet spot begins to grow... I tighten the muscles in my cock, coaxing out more and more pre-cum...

I want so badly to touch you between your legs... to see if your body's juices are flowing as mine are... I want just as badly for you to touch me between my legs... to hold my cock in your soft hand... to stroke it slowly and bring it to its full length as you watch the pleasure building in my eyes...

Another moan from you snaps me back to reality again. I continue to tease you as my fingertips slip just underneath the bottoms of your panties... sliding my hands outward to your hips, and then back down again...

As I move from between your legs, you feel the growing bulge in my undies graze your thigh... watching your face for your reaction, I see a faint smile... maybe a hint of a blush... and I see you squirm ever so slightly...

I move to your head and place my hands on your face... massaging each cheek... your forehead... your chin... running my fingers across your moist lips... as they finish I lean over and let my lips take over where my fingers left off... kissing you very softly at first... then harder... my tongue pressing against your lips... pushing its way inside you... meeting your tongue... our tongues playfully wrestling and pressing deeper into each other's mouth...

I pull back from our kiss and massage your shoulders... your arms... your hands... your palms... your fingers and fingertips... then I slide my hands slowly back up your arms and run my fingertips across your chest... back and forth... slowly... softly... moving lower and lower with each stroke... feeling my fingertips rise as they move across the top of your breasts... I feel you take a deep breath... I pause... wondering if I should go on... you sense my hesitation and open your eyes... you look at me reassuringly... telling me this is the best massage you've had in years before closing your eyes again... I ask you if you were expecting a full body massage... and you smile, saying you were... I smile and tell you that in my mind... not being a professional of course, full body means full body... which means that not a single part of your body goes untouched... you smile... nervous but intrigued and excited with anticipation... and you whisper that that sounds good to you...

I smile and decide to move on... slipping my hands underneath the top of the sheet... lowering my face again to yours... my lips again meeting yours as my hands begin to massage your breasts... gently at first... then with a firmer touch... more pressure... taking your nipples in my fingers... pinching them slightly... making them grow hard... before returning my attention to the soft flesh of your surrounding breasts...

I feel my dick growing harder... the swollen head straining against the now soaked fabric of my undies... wanting to get out... wanting to find its way to that warm and inviting place between your legs...

You lay there enjoying the feel of my strong hands clutching and kneading the soft flesh of your breasts... your nipples so sensitive... sending waves of pleasure through your body as my fingertips touch them and gently squeeze them...

You reach up to my head, holding it in your hands as you keep my lips locked onto yours... your vagina now aching for the touch of my hands... wanting to feel my fingers entering you... probing you... wanting my hands to massage your now engorged clit...