I laid down on her table and she covered my legs and ass with a sheet. The smell of her massage oil filled my nose as she lubed up her hands. I closed my eyes and relaxed as her fingers came down on my skin and she started to rub my aching neck and shoulders. She spoke, and I listened to her soft voice, her gentle tones humming in my ears as she manipulated my tense muscles and rubbed away the tension.
"How is the writing going?" she asked me- moving down to my lower back. I told her it was going well, I was having fun and trying to figure out a way to convince myself that writing is a calling I should answer.
"I have been reading your blog. It's very sexy," she moved down to my back. I had gotten used to her touch and she no longer tickled me. Her fingers were connected to my skin and she never lost contact with me while she pushed and kneaded my back.
I sighed and moaned gently as her fingers pressed against my right lower back, instinctively moving away from her fingers. I have one particularly sensitive area on my back, I am incredibly ticklish there, but it is also quite an erogenous zone when I'm in the right mood. She knew this, and she knew she had found it. We'd seen each other naked, at different times. Kissed once or twice. Usually revolving around alcohol. Our friendship had been long, sprinkled with sexual innuendo. Flirtatious and genuine.
"Right there?" she whispered to me, her voice deepening a bit. I turned my head and looked at her. She was smiling at me, innocently, her face a bit flushed from the wine- but appearing perfectly calm.
"Mmhmm," I said and moved my hand out and touched her leg. She had on a skirt, which she didn't usually wear. I had assumed she had come right from the office job. She continued to rub the sensitive spot on my back with one hand, while moving making wide strokes on my back with the other.
"I really like the stories about you getting fucked. I found that picture of you with that dildo stuffed inside you. That was really sexy."
My hand gently slipped under her skirt, but I continued only to touch her thigh. Running my finger tips up and down her creamy flesh, I could feel my pussy start to swell. "What else?" I asked her.
"I'm going to do your legs now," she said, pulling the sheet from me completely, "Do you want me to cover you?"
"No." I whispered as the sheet fell to the floor.
Her hands fell on the back of my thighs and she pulled one towards her, opening them a bit. I closed my eyes. Her hands, flat against my skin smoothed up and down the back of my thighs. She always began this way, knowing how ticklish I am. Her finger tips ran along the inside of my thighs- all the way up under the curve of my ass. She stopped and kneaded my lower bottom for a moment, then moved back down, again and again each time getting a little closer to my pussy- but never touching me. "I like the way you describe being filled with cock, or with that dildo."