You sit in the chair before me, hunched over some paperwork spread out on the kitchen table. Stress is racking your body, I can see it in your shoulders and neck. You reach up and begin rubbing a muscle in your neck. I step up behind you and replace your one hand with both of mine and begin rubbing the tense muscles in your neck and shoulders. You moan long and deep, then suck in a deep breath of air as you relax into my fingers and hands.
"That feels so good." You say to me, dragging out the 's'. You then start moaning again. I'm getting turned on listening to your moans, so long, and deep, and extremely erotic. I'm reminded of our copulation the previous night when I was eating your delicious pussy and your moans were just as long, and deep, and erotic. My cock swells and strains against my underwear as I continue my administrations to the tight muscles.
My mind wanders. How many times have I fantasized about using a massage to seduce sex out of a woman? When I was young I remember fantasizing about my neighbor, giving her a massage, seducing her out of her clothes, and then fucking her. How many other fantasies? Countless. As I'm fond of saying; "All the women I've had with my hand." I want to try and seduce you into bed, no, I have to seduce you into bed, I'm so turned on right now, picturing your moans are not from this massage but from me, my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I have to try.
"Would you like to lay down in bed? I could then get at your back. Would you like that?" I ask as innocently as I can, my cock stretching the fabric and pressing into the back of the chair.
You hum, "I don't know..."
"Well, it's up to you. Do you want a massage or not?" I stop, and the sound of my voice I hope conveys that the window of opportunity is slowly closing, forcing you to make a quick decision. With the stimulation gone I hope I've already secured your answer.
You hum, "Sure. Okay."
"Okay, lets go." I reach for your hand and help you up. Still holding it in my hand, guiding you, holding onto your resolution to do this, and closing any doors of reluctance and doubt.
You lay on your stomach on the bed like a board, arms at your sides and legs pressed together, head resting on the soft downy pillow. I can see already that this will take a bit, but patience is a virtue if I am to have yours.
I begin by sitting crosslegged next to you and start using my hands to manipulate the flesh beneath your clothes. Working my hands up and down your spine, small and large circles across your ribs and shoulder blades, your shoulders and neck. After a few minutes I sigh and ask if it would be okay if I stradled your legs as it would give me better access to all of your back and not just one side. Under the hypnosis of massage you consent and I gently stradle your legs. You can't see my smile, but it's there.
I begin again my administrations to the muscles of your back, up and down your spine, small and large circles across your ribs and shoulder blades, your shoulders and neck, and now I include your hips slowly working your shirt up. After a few minutes, I sigh and ask if it would be okay if you took off your shirt as the fabric is bunching up and making it hard to massage your back. Deep under the hypnosis of massage you consent and I help you take off the cumbersome article of clothing as you are far too relaxed to do it yourself. When it is off and discarded to the floor, I see you were wearing no bra. I smile wide again as I see you've placed your arms beneath the pillow that cradles your head, exposing the sides of your breasts to me.