My husband and I had just celebrated our 6th anniversary, tonight was my 30th birthday, and we decided to go out for dinner, then meet up with a few friends after. We had a nice meal, had a few drinks with friends at an out door bar overlooking the water and were feeling in the mood for some heavy partying. But as usual our friends pooped out early, the other couple not really on the same partying frequency as us, and my best friend had to get home to her son.
"Maybe we should just head home too" Steven says, which is really not like him, but I figured he was just frustrated, and was giving up, so we headed home. I drove while Steven played his little automobile games... pulling off 90% of my clothes while I drive...sucking my tits, fingering me etc. He has a ball. I do my best not to crash and kill us!
On arriving home I scramble for my clothes while he goes in. After a few hours in the Florida heat I was ready for a shower and a cold drink by the pool. As I went for the shower Steven was answering the door...
Steven met me at the bathroom door after my shower, and invited me to the Florida room. "gotta present for you" was all he would explain, so dressed in nothing but a tweety bird towel, off I followed. As I turned the corner to the room I noticed a big fold out table had been set up in the middle of the room, and as I walked throught the door I was greeted by a young gentleman, very cute, very tan, dressed in white shorts and sleeveless shirt rubbing lotion on his hands. I smiled at Steven as I figured out what was going on. I have for months been bitching about needing to go for a good massage, the stress of business and kids and such. He had now brought the massage to me!
Rich was the guys name, he was not muscular, but he was in good shape, not a bit of fat on this kid. Very polite and gentle with his hands. As I lay on the porto table he rubbed and pulled at my muscles with great detail talking softly about my skin and tightness of the muscles he was working. The towel was folded so only tweety's head was shown, just enough to cover my butt. Rich was at my calves as he tutored Steven on the points of his craft. Sometimes I would fade away oblivious to the conversation knowing only the pleasure of his skill. Steven strangely showed a lot of interest in the "science" of the art, and suggested he get the video camera for future reference. (I should have been suspicious right then!)
As Steven readied the camera Rich was moving slowly up the back of my legs, I have been extremely tense lately so he had a lot of work ahead, but he took his time. "shit, the battery's dead" Steven complained, "where's the back-up?"
I replied with a very lucid "dunno" and drifted back to the cloud I had been resting upon. "I think I threw it in the shed" and off Steven ran for the backyard.
I for the moment had taken up residents in a little corner of heaven, and problems like a camera battery at this point measured a zero in my book. I felt the towel slide a few inches up as Rich continued gliding his hands in long strokes over the back of my legs. I could feel my eyes rolling back when I was awoken by Rich's voice "You have really got a beautiful ass Kelly". I looked straight ahead, but said nothing. But I imagined the work he had done relaxing me had been destroyed at that second, I could feel myself tightening up. But he kept working. Wasn't this a little inappropriate, unprofessional? Was he concentrating on my muscles, or my ass? Or am I over-reacting to a compliment? (c'mon Kelly you just turned 30, not 80!).
He went about his business, so I figured I would chill out and relax. He seems like a sweet guy, probably just an honest observation by a guy who's business IS the body, and skin and stuff. ...whatever! Then his left hand moved to my shoulder and I felt his right hand sliding beneath the towel, around my thigh, up to my waist and down...gently gliding his thumb down the crack of my ass! My mind was spinning! What the hell was this kid doing. He said nothing, pulled the towel back down, and stepped over to his little case of lotions. He re-lubed his hands and started rubbing my arms and shoulders. Just like that! No "thanks for the quick feel" no "sorry couldn't help myself". What was I to think!
"Found it!" as the back door opened and Steven scooted in shoving the battery into the camera. I began to ease up a little knowing he was back, but should I tell him of Rich's little "lapse", Not that I was all that offended by the action just concerned, and the more I thought about it, the more I imagined I was blowing it out of proportion. Sit back and enjoy what the kid is doing! Rich was now back to concentrating on my skin, and very quiet. Maybe he felt bad for feeling me like that? Later when Steven knew of the experience, all he could come up with was "can you blame him", and maybe he was right.
Rich spent a good long while on my back and shoulders, all the time instructing Steven and pointing out "problem" areas. He then asked me to turn over. He was gentleman enough to turn towards his case of goodies while I unfolded tweety and rolled over. He then invited Steven to join him in some "hands on" schooling. Steven propped the camera on the VCR positioning it facing us, and went to "class". Even Steven will admit he's no damn good at this stuff! He is great in bed, and the best with his tongue, but as far as this was going... he has zero patience for it. The whole time Rich was talking Steven was goofing and winking, and kissing me...pulling at the towel and such. Rich seemed to understand and would let out an occasional giggle at Steven antics.
Rich instructed Steven to keep working on my shoulders while he started on my legs, "sounds like a plan" says Steven. All was going smooth, I was relaxed again, Steven was joining in, Rich was truly gifted at his craft...I just laid back letting my senses wander. Rich's long strokes over my legs were great, pinching and pulling at the skin, he lifted the towel a few inches again, but I ignored it, the men were taking good care of me! I was watching Rich, young, so tan, tight body...a natural for his work, spiced with a boyish charm. My eyes fell to his chest and down to his shorts... and ...his shorts... bulging to the point it almost looked uncomfortable. Jesus!! He was rubbing away like everything was great, and down below he was as hard a rock!! Damn this must be murder on him if giving a massage gets him erect! Quite the conversation piece at the office!! and not like he could hide it! This kid was hung!! Then I noticed him press against the table, he must be throbbing under there. Was he trying to conceal it? Then I noticed him glancing between my legs, no not glancing, he was staring, he had pulled the towel up to the point of getting a real good shot of my pussy! Goddamn it! I'm on the verge of bliss, and all the while he's after a cheap shot of me naked! How would Steven cope with this? What's this kid's problem? Is he like this with all clients? I felt myself getting hot, and looked for something from Steven...
"Nice huh?" was what I got from Steven. I guess he had noticed Rich's staring around the same time I did, but I doubt he could see the huge muscle jammed against the side of the table. "ahh ya, very" replied Rich seemingly not bothered or embarrassed. "I told your wife earlier what a nice ass she had... she seems flawless." Steven replied with "Yes, I agree" and leaned down to give me a kiss. wait a minute is this some kind of male bonding??? no football...no race cars...no camping or fishing... they are now bonding over my ass!!?? I could only sigh and let out a half laugh. Steven took this as some kind of "go ahead" on my part, because at that point he proceeded to pull off the towel all together and let it fall to the floor. I sat up and covered my breasts. Rich stood there dazed (all the blood sinking to his member no doubt) and Steven just smiled. Then whispered in my ear, "lay back, relax, enjoy the evening...the experience.." "trust me". What would you do??????
As I lay back down uncovering myself for full view, I closed my eyes. Steven wanted to pleasure me and I wanted to pleasure him. Whatever he had up his sleeve...I had to trust in it. Rich went back to work on my legs. Rubbing the inside masterfully causing a little twitch from me when I felt the back of his hand against my lips. One minute I felt cold then burning the next. I was tense, the relaxed... totally flushed with emotion, senses whirling. That Steven may have a point!!
Steven moved to the head of the table leaned over and began licking and sucking my nipples, running his hands down my stomach then gliding over my bush. (if you can call it that, it's about the size of a silver dollar). Despite my vulnerable position... almost on display...I was very horny! I could feel myself moistening with anticipation. Steven was now erect as well! What a spot to be in... laying naked... 4 hands gliding over me, pinching my nipples... caressing my legs...sliding over my clit... 2 strange eyes roaming up and down over every inch of my exposed body... 2 very hard cocks rubbing against the table... I was trembling slightly. I didn't think anyone really knew what to do next. I was feeling great! Just keep doing what you're doing guys!!
But I knew there was more...