My girlfriend Selene and I got back to her apartment somewhere around three in the morning. It was kind of hazy for me, a combination of a long night of drinking, a long time of dancing with her, and then a late-night dinner at a smoky diner. We stripped and crawled into bed, and although our lips touched and I was fetched by her soft curves, she cut loose a tremendous snore in my face.
Which was fine with me. I rolled over and the next thing I knew it was morning. I had to urinate something awful, and on unsteady legs made it and used the bathroom. I cleaned up and crawled back into bed and promptly returned to sleep. When I woke again I blinked and yawned, and looked to right. Selene was lying there, face down, her hair mussed up but looking at me with a slight smile on her face.
"I was watching you sleep."
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah." She said with an easy grin. "I did." She stretched out under the sheets and groaned. I guess making her muscles work after a night like ours required extra stimulation. "Gawd I'm sore," she said next. "We haven't gone dancing like that in a long time."
I looked at the ceiling and did my own stretch, pointing my toes towards the opposite wall and arching my back up off of the bed. "I know, right?" After collapsing back onto the bed I grinned at her. "This feels like a lazy Sunday."
"Oh I know, I know," she nodded. "Let's just stay in bed and snuggle," she suggested.
"I don't know if I've ever heard a better suggestion!" I agreed happily. I stretched out lazily again, and threw my arms up over my head while making all manner of noises. Selene remained passive, just lying facedown and looking at me.
I grinned at her and yanked the sheets away. She protested loudly, but stopped once she saw that I was moving down to sit by her feet. She bent her knees to lift her feet up a little, pointed her feet towards me and wiggled her toes.
"Massaging my feet?" she purred quietly.
"While admiring the view, yes," I said.
It was hard for her to wiggle her bottom for me, and ended up kind of rolling back and forth. "You sure you like my body?" she asked softly. There was always a great deal of concern in that question for her. She held little confidence in her own shape and appearance.
But as I gazed at her body, the thick, plump but firm thighs, all soft and supple and milky white. Her butt, wide and thick that I loved, and the view right now was particularly juicy in my opinion. Her waist narrowed sharply above her hips, and only I knew how her big breasts were squashed under her torso. "I don't just like it," I put as much emphasis into my tone as I could, "I love it!"
Her entire body vibrated for a second. "Oh you say the nicest things. Well, go ahead and stare at my big ass while you massage my toes, mister!" she teased.
"The pleasure is all mine, m'lady!"
"Actually it'll be mine!" I heard the sly note in her words. During our little interplay I retrieved the bottle of lotion and pumped out a goodish amount on my hands. I took one foot and lightly rubbed the lotion around just to moisturize her entire foot. Then I concentrated more closely on the foot, especially the ball of the foot and the heel.
I worked steadily, using my thumbs to slide slowly and with as much pressure as I could bear, from the firm ball down through the curve of the softer arch before using much heavier pressure on the heel. "Gawd this is lovely you could do this all day if you want!" she praised me softly. Her tone suggested that she was greatly enjoying the administration of the massage.
It did not surprise me when my penis swelled a little. I never reached fully erect status, but it remained in a semi-erect state while I worked on her foot. It was the usual combination - the visual of her laying there (a very nice visual!) and even though the touch was not erotic, there was a sensual element to it. She remained very still and passive while I slowly worked on her foot, giggling just a little bit when I began sliding fingers between the spaces between her toes.
"That tickles a little," she mumbled into the pillow. "Keep going though," she amended hastily.
Not that I had any reason to stop. I kept going maybe ten minutes in total. I then began anew on her other foot, and that brought with it a new round of soft sounds of pleasure. No other words were spoken while I worked on her other foot. I simply concentrated, watching my hands slide around the appendage to make sure that I got all of the sore areas. Finally, more because my hands needed a rest than anything else I stopped.
"Awww, done so soon?" she asked immediately.
"Hands are cramping some," I explained. I made fists and then spread them out a few times and then shook them vigorously to dispel the ache. The final refresher was to hold my hands up and curl my fingers in and out several times, one at a time, until they felt refreshed.
"Well, you're going to do my calves next. Right?" she added. I could hear the "grin" in her voice.
"Sure thing, hon." I squirted out more lotion and ran both hands along the calf of one leg. She held it nearly vertical for me, and once or twice whined in pain. "Too hard, easy honey, easy!" she warned me at one point. Rubbing the legs required a different technique. I ran my hands along the side of her lower leg so my fingers pressed against the calf muscles. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Then I pulled the leg against me and ran the heel of my hand up from ankle to knee, massaging the muscles before pulling my hand back from knee to heel using just one hand, flattening it out, pressing down on the strong muscle.
During this phase of her massage her breathing changed a little. It quickened a touch, a sign of her growing arousal. She and I both knew that if I administered the massage that it would inevitably lead to sex. It almost always did, and what better way was there to spend a lazy Sunday anyway? A few quiet moans, not quite the purely sexual ones, but certainly inflecting her level of arousal, were emitted from time to time. "This feels soooooooo good," she assured me.
I had not really needed that assurance, I thought as I smiled a little. There was a discernable flush beginning to spread over her buttocks. Selene's body always seemed to redden when she was aroused. I had noticed it but never said anything to her. She always got spooked when a man commented about her body. But it was something that I watched to see, because once I saw it I knew that sex was about guaranteed - so long as I didn't say something stupid or hurtful to ruin the moment. Unfortunately I had done that before. I didn't say I was all that smart!
I put her legs down on the bed, and got up on my knees and scoot forward. "Slide to the center of the bed," I directed. I was perilously close to the edge. She did and I moved with her, and then she resettled herself. I took the lotion and squirted a goodish amount in the center of her firm, wide left thigh. I gathered my hands and slid them around the flesh with very light pressure until it evenly coated her skin.
Then, I held my hands along her thigh and pressed and slid upward. The resulting "oh yes oh my that's amazing" in a soft, slightly warbling tone rewarded my efforts. I did not quite push my hands into her crotch, but I was close enough that I detected the moist heat radiating from her sex. I used a slow but firm out-and-back motion several times, each time careful not to push too close to her crotch. She wiggled her hips a little as a few more soft little moans escaped her lips. "Wonderful!" she breathed quietly.
