Chapter Three: Massage
A week had passed since Jenny and I had begun our own sex games. If you recall, My game was to take Jenny to the strip club and let her pick out a girl for me and I a girl for her. The night took an incredible turn when we met Ginger, whose real name we found out was Kelly. Ginger danced for Jenny and the two had a near bi-sexual experience. It was awesome and the game was working into my favor at this point. Suddenly, we both had a new fire and love for each other.
Saturday came rather quickly and I knew it was jenny’s turn at the game. Her envelope was titled Massage and I pretty much knew what I would read and I was correct. Jenny, I knew would not be as creative in her games as I was, just due to the fact that she viewed sex differently than I did. I uncorked a bottle of "Pino" and I slit open her envelope and read her game.
MASSAGE
RULES: I would like a night of being pampered. You will give me a full-body massage complete with rubbing oils, which I have purchased. You will make me feel like the queen of a country by attending to my every need and want. You will draw me a bath with rose petals and serve me wine and fruit. There will be no TV and no trips to the Internet. The music for the evening will be my collection of Sade CD’s.
I smiled at Jenny and said, "I had a feeling about this one, my queen." Jenny told me she would go get everything ready upstairs, and that I should change into my robe and bring the fruit and the wine. I gathered up the food and drink and made my way up to the game room. Jenny had moved the pool table and the couches over to the side of the room and there in the middle of the "dance floor" was a massage table with a towel on it. I had designed the bonus room of our house to be a club type setting complete with pool table and disco ball and a hard wood dance floor. We had also spent about $15,000 on a sound and lighting system for the home theater along the far wall. I was my pride and joy and movie theater and dance club in my house.
Jenny untied her robe and lay down face first onto the table. I asked her," where did you get the table." She replied that she had a friend that worked at a spa and she borrowed it for the day and then told me, "no more questions. This is my night and you will answer only when spoken to." Where did this come from? She never had acted forceful before. Maybe this was one of her fantasies.
I pulled out the massage oil and began to drip it onto her back. She looked incredible lying there on the table. Her tan was very dark and covered her body completely except for the t-shape white lines from her thong. The music was very relaxing and I kneaded her muscles and rubbed in the lotion. I worked her shoulder and neck first and then started my way down her back. She commented on how good it felt. She was turning me on with her "oohing" and slight moaning.
I finished up her back and began to run my hands over her firm ass. I looked up and saw her smile as I slipped my hands inside her thighs brushing her pussy with the tips of my fingers. I inched closer and closer to the inside folds of her lips and to my surprise she pushed her twat into my right index finger. She was dripping wet. I asked her, "Wow you are wet! What are you thinking about?" She didn’t answer right away and then said, "I told you not to speak until spoken to."