The following story is true. The name has been changed, but it is an accurate recounting of events that actually took place.
I had gone with my lover Alexandra, to that same romantic hotel where we first made love. I could never think about this place without remembering the excitement I felt during our first time together. It still arouses me to recall how she straddled my lap as I sat on that couch; how I pulled her top up over her head, unfastened her bra and slowly released her breasts. We made wonderful love those first few days, and it was the beginning of beautiful relationship that has continued to grow with time.
As far as excitement goes, this trip was as good as ever. Alex and I shared a romantic dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. We drank that same pinot grigio that we discovered together on our first long weekend getaway. The ice and snow on the ground outside was of little consequence because there was warmth, love, romance, and a wonderful feeling of happiness in my heart.
On top of all her other lovely qualities, my girlfriend is a beautiful, sexy woman. She has blonde hair of medium length and pretty blue eyes that seem to sparkle whenever she smiles. She stays in wonderful shape from her years of playing recreational/competitive volleyball. My lover has sexy, full breasts that gently sway with her movements when she is unfettered with a bra, or "harness," as she likes to refer to that particular undergarment. In addition, she has an irresistible ass that I just can't seem to keep my hands off whenever we're naked.
One evening, my lover told me that she was going to treat me to a massage. This had been somewhat of an ongoing point of discussion and fantasy for us. We had talked before about getting a massage together in Las Vegas; one where each would have our own masseuse, complete with happy ending. On this particular evening, however, Alex
would be my masseuse. She was prepared with lavender scented oil, towels hot from the microwave, and plenty of attitude.
We took the sheet from the foldout couch in the living room area and spread it out on the bed. Not exactly an official massage table, but then again, I had the feeling that this was
not
going to be an official massage. My lover lit scented candles on each of the bedroom nightstands, and switched on some soft jazz music. In the fading evening light, the candles gave a wonderful, romantic glow to the entire room. She handed me a towel, told me to get undressed, and excused herself to the bathroom to slip into something more comfortable for the task at hand.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and lay face down across the bed, draping the folded towel across my backside. Although I have never had a professionally done massage before, I'd seen this done in enough movies to know the setup. What was good enough for James Bond was certainly good enough for me!
As I lay there waiting with piqued anticipation for that bathroom door to open, the soothing music was definitely not having its intended effect. After what seemed like hours (but was probably only a couple of minutes), I heard Alex come out and retrieve the warm massage oil from the microwave. When she finally came into the bedroom area, I looked up at her and she literally took my breath away.
With a bottle of warm massage oil in one hand, and towels in the other, my lover wore only a tiny pair of black thong panties and a sexy smile. She must have seen the look of utter appreciation and excitement on my face because she held her hands out and slowly made a complete turn, allowing me to take it all in. Her body was simply stunning.
"Do you approve?" she asked, knowing full well the answer to that question.
"Um, yes..." I managed to stammer, "And I love that little thong thing you have going on there!" It was certainly true. Alex's ass was so alluring that I reached out to touch her.
She playfully pushed my hand away. "Hey! What kind of massage parlor do you think I'm running here? Customers aren't allowed to touch!"
"Sorry," I smiled at her, feeling my cock beginning to twitch against the bed, "I'll try to behave myself!"
She returned my smile and moved to the side of the bed down by my feet. I could see that she was clearly enjoying this little adventure.
"Now you just lie there and relax. Listen to the music and let me take care of everything."
"Hmm.. Everything?" I asked, shifting my body slightly to adjust my hardening cock.
"Didn't you just get finished telling me you were going to behave? How soon they forget!" Alex replied.
I closed my eyes and soon could smell the lavender oil as she was rubbing it into her hands. I felt her firmly kneading the soles of my feet and the slippery warm oil felt blissful. She continued to work her way higher up the back of my legs, getting close to the towel draped loosely over my ass. Alex then climbed onto the bed, applied more oil to my back and spread it with a wonderful massage technique. Listening to the soft music, feeling my lover's talented hands on my body, I felt myself drifting into a state of complete relaxation.
I must have slipped off to sleep for a little while, because the next thing I remember was her telling me that it was time to turn over onto my back. As I did so (carefully rearranging my towel), Alex squirted more warm oil onto her hands and began to massage the front of my legs. She slowly moved higher, and as she reached the inside of my thighs, I felt my cock hardening more by the minute.
Alex teasingly avoided my dilemma, moved up to my chest area, and continued her wonderful massage. She then stepped off the bed and stood before me, smiling seductively as she hooked her thumbs into the thin straps of her thong and slipped it downward. I watched closely as she slowly revealed her neatly trimmed pussy and smoothly shaven outer lips. My lover was an absolutely beautiful sight.
