From there he went to her feet, individually stroking her toes, lingering over her feet, his thumbs working the soft hollow beneath the arch, reveling in her soft sighs. Eventually he moved on, adding enough cream to her legs that his hands could glide over her shapely calves, the tender flesh behind her knees, and on to her toned thighs. Although he was careful to stay away from direct contact of glistening pussy lips, they were clearly visible as she reflexively parted her legs, inviting more personal contact. He did discover to their great pleasure, however, the sensitivity of the crease where her thigh joined her buttocks, stroking there with thumbs sliding from inside outwards, tugging open her moist pussy lips with each stroke. "Oh, there, right there, just like that," she breathed.
But Charles continued on, taking his time massaging her soft but shapely cheeks, varying his touch from light caresses to deep, relaxing pressure. Catherine hoped that this massage had moved to the next stage, about to fulfill its intimate promise. While new territory for her, she was lost in the sensuality of the moment, relaxed and trusting of her new friend, but eager to experience more direct stimulation.
"Turn over, please," he asked softly, eager to continue, but cognizant of the delicate moment this represented. Although Catherine had already been involved in great intimacy with him, she would be completely exposed to his view and touch, without benefit even of the customary towel for modesty. It was a moment of developing trust, so critical to the activity to come. Catherine complied readily.
Charles began by standing at the foot of the bed, gently lifting Catherine's already-slick leg. Looking deeply into her languid eyes, he bent to take her left big toe into his mouth, sucking and working his tongue much as she had in front of the mirror earlier. It was another first for Catherine, a new recognition of yet another erogenous zone, and nearly orgasmic in effect.
Though relaxed, Catherine was eagerly anticipating the next steps. Charles had invited her to view some videos of erotic massage prior to their meeting, which she now recalled vividly. She remembered the soft moans, the deep sighs, and the hungry eyes of the women in those videos, craving those sensations for herself. She recalled also the steamy conversations with Charles of the past week, wanting it all.
Well-oiled hands began by surrounding her left breast - gently, slowly pressing the sides inward, riding higher toward the erect nipple, squeezing the pliant flesh up and in - and then repeating. Five times he did this, never quite reaching the nipple, but causing it to grow happily with the building pressure. Her needy nipple, swollen and ready for more direct stimulation, reached out to him, but Charles avoided it, taking care now to reverse the gentle strokes, cupping his hands over that soft flesh and pressing downward and outward, repeating that stroke also, again and again. Catherine's right breast received the same tender treatment, to her enormous pleasure.
"Are you ready for more?" he asked as he applied a copious amount of lubricant to his hands, warming it by rubbing them together. He began petting Catherine's vulva with long, slow, gentle strokes from bottom to top, alternating hands so that the sensation was of a continuous massage. Catherine moaned softly as she opened her legs a bit more, signaling her assent and giving Charles better access to her increasingly wet pussy.
Charles was sitting alongside, half facing her feet, settling in to fulfill his promise that this was going to be "all about Catherine." His right thumb glided outside of her outer lips, slowly tracking from bottom to top, applying slight pressure inward, first her right, then left -- repeating the process again and again. As Catherine's arousal increased, and the lips became more swollen, he placed his fingers on one side, and his thumb on the other, squeezing as he moved his hand up and down, his left hand brushing her inner thigh as he asked, "How is the pressure? Too much?" He understood "just right" in her sigh, and continued the process, now adding his other hand in the same way, subtly adding a bit more pressure as his fingers soothed past her clit, feeling its hardening length massaged by her own folds.
Catherine's legs opened further when he moved his hands left and right, still sliding up and down the compressed lips, increasing the blood flow to them, feeling their increasing size and firmness. He finished this beginning with flat hands on either side, gently pressing her into the mattress, feeling her soft inner thighs, moving his hands in and out, the sides of his fingers pressing against her lips, mimicking the effect of the earlier squeezing. Catherine, lost in the erotic sensations, had a dreamy look in her eye as she breathed "More."
Judging that Catherine was now able to take more direct stimulation, Charles dragged his fingertips from below her lips upward, fingers spread from left to right, letting them nestle within her soft, wet folds -- teasing her lips and sending electric sparks as he touched her clit for the first time. His hands moved continuously, but very slowly, one following the other. "That feels wonderful, but it might be even better with more pressure, "she softly instructed. Catherine's hips began to move, trying to press against his fingers. Without warning, though, Charles softly slapped her right thigh, then her left, her belly, and her pussy, time after time, playfully engaging her with new sensations. Catherine had confessed during one conversation that she responded to soft blows when excited enough. Her deep moan confirmed for Charles that he had waited enough for the welcome change of pace.
Building on that, Charles brought more intense stimulation to the moment. He again carefully pinched her lips, trapping her clit luxuriously, pulling it sensually, focusing especially on its root. "Oh, Charles, just like that," she cried as her hips moved into his hands.
He turned toward her, allowing his left hand to slide over her right breast, thumbing the hard nipple, while his right thumb pressed easily against the bottom of her clit. Holding it there, he asked, "Is that too hard?" "Nooo," was the soft, energizing reply. Moving around her clit, he continued the periodic pressure, from six o'clock to eight, then ten, each time pressing, vibrating his thumb, releasing pent-up tightness, and in that relaxation creating a special comfort that Catherine had not known. So many times, through the years, her partner had been clumsy, harsh in his caresses. This was healing, for in her trust she found relaxation of the tightness routinely born of anxiety. He reached two o'clock, where she found a special feeling, moaning her approval and need, writhing in her pleasure, and felt some letdown as he moved lower.
"May I enter," he asked, cognizant of the importance of that consent. "Oh, yesssss," she replied, eager to feel more, and to hasten her release. Charles proceeded slowly, thoroughly lubing his fingers, placing his index finger at the entrance - teasing, stroking, until her pussy drew the finger inside. He moved quietly, deliberately, thrilled with the warmth, the moisture, the flexing of her internal muscles. Wanting to connect more fully, Charles moved his left hand to her right breast, even as he was feeling her heat within. Kneading her soft breast, teasing her nipple, he felt surprisingly connected to this vibrant, special new friend. Charles began a slow massage of her inner walls, learning from her response those areas that felt particularly good, encouraging her feedback. "Is that too much pressure?" he asked when he felt just inside, at the top, toward her throbbing clitoris. "Ummmm....no, just right," Catherine moaned. Charles proceeded to slowly move around the "clock", pressing and holding each "hour", just an inch or so inside, one knuckle, gauging her reaction at each spot, just as he had outside of her warm and wet pussy.
"Breathe deeply, Catherine," he instructed, helping her relax and stay focused on the delicious feelings, yet keeping her growing arousal in check for the moment. He found that she particularly liked it when he pressed down at "six o'clock" while at the same time gently squeezing with his thumb from the outside, rubbing the dripping skin there between his finger and thumb. By the time he got back to the top, he found her even more responsive. "Oh, that's it...right there," she exclaimed at his returning finger now pressing a bit harder against her g-spot, which was becoming firmer, and its ridged surface more pronounced. "How does that feel," he whispered as his finger slid deeper, still pressing against the length of her g-spot using his right index finger, his left hand lightly massaging her right breast. "It's just wonderful," she sighed.
Charles drew his finger back toward the opening, using a "come hither" motion to stay connected to her hardening g-spot while his thumb began gently stroking the side of her clit. Soon Catherine was ready for more, and he inserted a second finger to join in the g-spot massage. Her heels dug into the mattress now, her hips lifting, pressing against his welcome fingers, wanting more. "Patience, Catherine," he nodded, "we have more work to do.". Charles was intent now upon building her arousal, wanting her eventual release to be "memorable" as he later described it to her. So he moved his left hand from her breast to her nearly-bare mound, cupping it, enjoying the feel of the soft "landing strip". He pressed her back into the sheets, easing her body's tension, yet also trapping her g-spot between the new outside pressure and his insistent fingers within. "Oh, Charles," she purred, "that's heavenly."
