A friend of mine called me up. She's in need of many things, but mostly to just relax. Knowing how much I enjoy giving massages, she asked if I could come over to her place and help her unwind a bit. Never one to let a friend in need suffer, I grabbed some massage oils and head on over.
When I arrived at her place, I immediately tell she's in need of a massage, at a minimum. She just has that look. I know this scenario could get out of hand quickly, and I don't want to do anything to get in the way of our friendship. I suggested she have a glass of wine and head to the couch, while I warm up the massage oil. She surprises, and announces that she'd much prefer the bed.
As I entered the room, she's lying face down on her bed, and a thin white sheet is covering her lower body. "Promise me, no matter what happens, you won't fuck me." I'm shocked at her forwardness, slightly saddened by the reality, and relieved that we've cleared that up. Knowing that setting the ground rules will help her relax, I quickly respond: "I promise."
I took some warm oil, and started working the tension out of her back. My hands glide along her muscles, my fingers finding her knots and forcefully working them out. Working on a bed isn't the easiest for a massage, so I crawled up and straddled her body, allowing my weight to rest on her bum. I couldn't help but be aroused by being this close, this intimate. I moved my hands up to her shoulders, digging into the pressure points at the back of her neck. My fingers tracing the chords down her neck. I love the feel of hair through my fingers, so I continued up and massaged her scalp. I scootch my body upwards, now resting some weight on the small of her back. Wiggling, trying to hide my arousal. I almost thought she was asleep by the way her breath was deep and rhythmic, but as I found her sore spots, she moans.
Finally, I finished massaging her, and at this point, I'm having a hard time concentrating on massaging her because my body is demanding a massaging of its own.
