"How does that feel?"
It felt great, actually. Victor's strong hands were massaging my shoulders and back, and I could feel the aches and muscle soreness begin to melt away. The nine-hour flight from Atlanta had left me feeling a bit tired and stiff, but Victor was doing his best to make that go away.
"Mmmmmm, that's perfect, just like that," I replied.
I was lying facedown on the hotel bed, and Victor was straddling me from behind. His hands reached up to the base of my neck, and his fingers carefully kneaded my stiff neck and shoulder muscles.
I smiled to myself, thinking about the circumstances that had brought me here to Rome, where a man I had not seen in over a year was now giving me an excellent massage in a hotel bed.
Victor and I had never been lovers, but we were very close friends for several years until his job brought him overseas. We lost contact for awhile, until a chance email led to an invitation to meet in Italy.
I had never been to Europe, and the opportunity to go to Rome was too good to pass up. I had arrived early that morning, Victor met me at the airport, and we spent the day seeing the sights of the city that he knew so well. Good food, good wine, and his wonderful company had me feeling very mellow and relaxed, and the massage was a perfect way to end this first day of my vacation.
Victor had initiated this back massage on the outside of my pajamas, but now he had slipped his hands under my pajama top, and his hands were warm and strong as he touched and rubbed my lower back. He deftly slid his hands up to my shoulder blades, and he continued the massage under my pajamas.
"It's amazing that I am seeing you here in Italy. I thought that our paths might never cross again," I said, as Victor began to rub my lower back again.
"Oh, really?" he asked. "I always thought that we would get together, you and I. But, you had that long-distance relationship with Thomas that prevented me from ever taking our relationship further."
My ex-boyfriend Thomas and I had been a serious item - we had stayed together for several years, but for some reason we had never married. His law practice was in Houston, and my family, friends and job were all in Atlanta, so I finally called it off when I turned thirty-five. I never looked back, although dates with new men had been few and my sex life had been non-existent.
Now, I was lying in bed with an attractive man that I had known as a friend for several years, a man with whom I had never shared more than a chaste kiss, and I was becoming eager to take this to the next step.
"Oooohhh," I cooed. "I like that," I said as his hands worked their way up from my lower back to my shoulders. My loose pajama top had risen up with Victor's hands, and most of my back was now exposed. The flannel top barely covered my breasts in front, and it was bunched up under my shoulders in the back.
Victor was several years older than I, but he wore it well. His dark, slightly graying hair was cut a little too short, but it was still thick and full. He was of medium height and decent build, in good physical condition, and he was one of the most intelligent people that I had ever met. His ability to converse on a wide variety of topics, with keen insights, made him an attractive alternative to Thomas.
Still straddling my backside, Victor leaned over closer to me on the bed, and I could feel his hands spread wide on my shoulder blades as he continued the massage. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations, and I could feel him put his lips to the back of my neck and kiss it lightly. How did he know that would make me melt?
"Mmmmm, that is REALLY nice," I said, encouraging him to continue the light kisses on my neck and shoulders.
Victor pulled at my collar with his fingers, which allowed him to kiss and lick my neck. After a few moments, he stopped the massage, and he lay next to me on the bed.
"Why did you stop? I was really starting to get into it," I teased.
I turned to my side, facing away from him, and he drew our bodies closer together. We lay together on the bed like spoons, and I could feel his hardening cock against my ass through my pajama bottoms. It was obvious that Victor was getting as aroused as I was, and in my mind I could picture his cock becoming erect in the boxer shorts that he had worn to bed.
I soaked up his warmth as he held me close, and I felt his fingers lightly stroking my bare stomach, and the anticipation of feeling his hands on my breasts was driving me mad. Why hadn't he touched me there yet? My pajama top had risen to my shoulders, and my breasts were barely covered by it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, there was a light touching of his fingers on the underside of my left breast. For the briefest of moments, I felt his hand caressing and stroking me there, producing a slight tingle between my legs. I am sure that I was starting to become moist down there.
I loved this kind of teasing foreplay, I cannot get enough of it. Thomas had always been a little too quick to move on to the main event, but Victor was clearly someone who was going to take his time with me.
I shifted my body a bit on the bed, to provide him with a little better access to my breasts. His hand lightly caressed my left breast again, and this time his fingers lingered, lightly brushing across my nipple, once, twice, a third time.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, as my nipple began to stiffen under his gentle touch.
Victor brought his finger to his mouth, moistened it with his tongue, and then returned to touch me again. He traced a light wet circle around my nipple, and the cool air brought it to full attention.
"Heh, heh," he chuckled in a low voice. "I can see that you like that."
"Oh, yeah," I sighed. "My body knows what I want."
I rolled over to face him, and I kissed him deeply. Our lips came together hungrily, and our tongues darted and teased each other in our open mouths. Victor's hands were now all over both of my breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples ever-so-gently. His hands moved expertly, eliciting contented sighs from me.
Victor slowly pulled the pajama top over my head. There was electricity as our skin touched, heat and passion and desire. My nipples, now completely erect, were touching his chest as he held me close.
My hands ran down his shoulders to his lower back, and I slid my fingertips under the waistband in his boxers. I reached down inside his boxers further, cupping his ass with my hands, giving his buns a playful squeeze.
"I want to taste you," he said, and he moved his mouth to my hard nipples. He sucked gently, which sent an electric swoon straight through me, right to my genitals. I thought that I might have an orgasm just from his sucking at my breasts. My nipples seemed to be hard-wired right to my clit.
"Ohhhhhhh," I gasped. "That feels unbelievably good. I love the way you suck my breasts!"
Victor continued to kiss and lick me, and his hand reached around to the small of my back. He slipped it inside the waistband of my pajama bottoms. I moved slightly, and he quickly slid the waistband of my pajamas down below my waist, nearly to my knees. He then reached down and pulled them off of me completely, leaving me totally nude.
For me, this was incredibly exciting - here I was, lying totally naked for the first time with a man that I had known for years, thoroughly turned on by someone that I had never thought of as a sex partner. I was feeling wanton and wild, I wanted him to do everything he could think of to me, and I badly wanted to reciprocate.
"You need to join me," I said. "Let's get those boxers off of you!"
Victor brought himself up on the bed, and quickly pulled his shorts down, releasing his erection. I love the way a man's cock looks when fully erect, especially when it sticks straight up. To me, that is unbelievably hot, and it sends a jolt of sexual electricity right through me.
I reached for his cock, and I began to lightly stroke it. His involuntary intake of breath told me that he was as turned on by our foreplay as I was.
I turned my wrist so I could grip Victor's cock with my thumb and forefinger, and I stroked his shaft several times. I loved the smooth, soft feel of the skin on the shaft of his penis, and the fullness of his erection standing straight up was a terrific turn-on.
Victor allowed me to stroke him for a while, and then he moved himself in between my legs. His mouth kissed and licked its way from the area in between my breasts down the center of my stomach, stopping just short of my bikini line. I secretly congratulated myself for having had the foresight to trim the small thatch of pubic hair, and to shave the surrounding area smooth.
Victor tantalized me with a light tongue flick on the inside of my thigh, followed my another flick of the tongue on my outer labia, and then a gentle lick of the tiny hood covering my clitoris. I writhed a bit on the bed.
"Oohhhhhhhh," I moaned, and I opened my legs a little more. He responded with another flick of the tongue, which teased the tiny bud of my clitoris further, and I gasped again.
I wanted to feel his tongue teasing my clit, I wanted him to notice how moist he had made me with his loving touches and kisses. As if reading my mind, Victor began licking me more urgently, using his tongue along the side of my clit, then lightly brushing the little bud itself, and then running his tongue along the other side.
Victor repeated the exciting tongue-tease over and over, settling in to a rhythm that was certain to produce the desired result. My leg muscles began to tense, and I thrust my pelvis up and slightly forward to allow him to lick and suck even more of my clit.
My orgasm was not far off, and I began to tremble and whimper in anticipation. My legs started to twitch and quiver involuntarily, and I pressed my clit against Victor's lips harder, applying constant pressure.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," I groaned. "You are going to make me come!"
I was pressing against his mouth pretty hard when I finally went over the edge. The warm, intensely pleasurable spasms radiated outward from the space in between my legs to the rest of my body, producing uncontrollable muscle contractions all the way to my hands and feet. Over and over again, the waves of pleasure pulsed through my body. I lost track of time, I lost track of everything, I was only feeling the bliss of an overwhelmingly satisfying sexual climax.
As my orgasm began to subside, Victor lay down next to me, and gently took me in his arms and cuddled. I allowed myself a few more moments to enjoy the aftermath of the intense pleasure, and then I wanted to reciprocate.
I gently pushed Victor back on the bed, and started to kiss and lick my way from his chest to his groin. I reached for his rock-hard cock with my right hand and began slowly stroking it while I kissed his chest and stomach, and then I worked my way down further.
