As Hazel and myself continue our descent into middle aged sexual depravity, I decided that we needed to come up with full alternate identities for solo, and possible voyeur group play. I needed to come up with a last name. As a character of literature that she likes, I decided upon the last name of Bennet. For Christmas, I bought her a decent massage table as she has some back issues that can use a massage and our bed frame wasn't ergonomic for my shins. This is second time that we used the table, but the first time that we used it in one of our sessions.
I had retired to our bedroom prior to Hazel and set up the table and got everything ready and made sure one of toys had a charge on it. As she opened the door to our bedroom and walked through, she gasped when she saw the table as she hadn't been expecting a massage. "Mrs. Bennet, I am your masseuse, Bob. Take your time, get undressed, and get under the sheet on your stomach. Just breath and relax. I will be back in the room in a few minutes." She had a puzzled look on her face as I was leaving the room and closing the door behind me.
In record time I head "I'm ready!" through the door.
I walked back and saw a pile of haphazardly discarded clothes on the floor. In a calming tone, said "You didn't have to announce you were ready. Our time doesn't start until I get back in. Just breath." I slowly walked around her body with my hands locating stress points. "I located some tension in your lower back and upper thighs. Mrs. Bennet, are there any other areas that are giving you issues?"
"No other places besides those."
"Let's begin," With that I pulled the sheet back and poured some oil into one hand and rubbed my hands together to warm up the oil and started to spread the oil around her back and get the muscles ready. I moved by her head, placed a hand on either shoulder and slowly rocked her body back and forth with alternating hand movements. I started walking down her spine, drawing circle with my thumb until I reached the top of her ass crack. When I reached here, I pressed my palms on the top of each cheek and performed the same alternating rocking motions. Over and over I went, drawing larger and larger circles until I had rubbed on the major muscles on her back and released the tension around her tailbone.
I shifted the sheet and covered her left side and focused on her right shoulder. I was about the begin on her trap, but I had to move her hair out of the way to not pull on it. When I did this, I exposed her alluring nape. I love to stand behind her and slowly explore this area with my mouth. Licking and nibbling up and down it as I press my cock into her supple ass. I stopped daydreaming and started to manipulate the trap, starting at her neck and gliding out to the edge of her shoulder and wrapping around to the bottom of the shoulder blade. The move allowed my thumb to rest as my hand and fingertips saw the most action.
Before I progressed to her right arm, I had to reapply oil to my hands. This gave me a chance to figure out how to handle an arm. After fiddling around for a few minutes, any confidence I had in my massage skills was lost as the mobility of an arm made it hard to figure out what I was doing and if I was helping or not.
I moved the sheet to cover her right side and expose her left side. I tried to focus more on the left trap and shoulder as I knew the arm was a lost cause. I think I spent half as much time on her left arm, but Mrs. Bennet didn't seem to notice, and I covered up her left shoulder.
I moved down by her feet and exposed her left leg. I grabbed her foot and gently pulled on her leg while shaking it. Starting at the base of her calf, I spread oil up it her leg and stopped right at the base of her ass. Up and down her leg I went kneading the muscles with my thumbs. Drawing circles. When her left hamstring finally felt loose, I grabbed some cream and gave her left foot a massage. I started knuckling the arches to prevent her from laughing as this is a very ticklish area and glided up to the calf and ankle intersection. Working in the cream on her heels, squeezing the Achilles, and rotating her ankle in unison.
When her foot was soft and loose, I started on her toes. I have never been a foot person, but it was at this instant I could see the alure of them. If her toenails had been painted, I don't think I could have resisted sucking on each one of them. But since they weren't, the temptation was averted. As I massaged each toe separately, pulling and rolling each one, about the time that I hit the middle toe, in a whisper, she moaned "GOD." I knew I was doing a good job here. Her toes each received three rounds of pulling and twisting. The more that I rubbed them the softer they got. When I finished up her pinky toe, I gently placed her foot down, covered up her left leg and repeated these steps on her right leg.
During the gliding up her leg, I could see her labia plumping up and glistening with her moisture. I'm sure that this leg didn't receive the amount of relaxation as the left one did as I couldn't stop thinking about massaging her meaty lips with my tongue. I wanted to massage both thighs and spread her wide but knew I had a job to do and eventually traveled down to her foot. I applied cream to this foot and just marveled at how little friction there was. The more I rubbed the more she moaned. I spent more time on this foot just trying to elicit more moans. By this point in time, my cock was rock hard, and I wanted to do nothing more than pull out my member and glide it between her feet and buttery toes. Just picturing pressing her feet together and milking out my orgasm was a hard thing not to do. I'm sure Mrs. Bennet l would have taken it as a partial trade, but I had a plan to follow.
I carefully placed her foot down, covered her leg and said "I have completed your back. Turnover and I will do your front."
I guess she had into a slumber because Mrs. Bennet responded with a "What?"
"I have completed your back. Please turnover and I will start on your front." I exited the room to give her privacy but didn't close the door and watched her naked form stand up, lay down, and cover herself back up.
I entered the room and pulled up a chair and sat at her head and slowly rubbed her face. As my hands were already lubricated, I didn't have to add anything. I traced vertical and horizontal lines over her forehead. Making circles on her temples. Gently rubbed the bottom side of her eyebrows. Placed pressure on her cheek bone. Kneaded her ears and softly pulled on her earlobes. Glided behind her ears with my pinky fingers. Massaged down her jawbone between my thumbs and index fingers until I reached the end of her chin. My fingers then traveled down her head until they were on the bottom side of her skull and rested on her occipital ridge. I gently pulled back, and her mouth slightly opened with a small moan escaping. Like most movements, I repeated the cycle two more times. Each time her mouth opened further.
I was trying to figure out where to go next and decided I try some knuckling on her chest. I made a loose fist with both hands and started slowly wiggling the fingers and moving them around her chest. All was going fine until I saw the tents that her nipples were making under the sheet, and I got distracted staring at them. I picture her wrinkled areolas begging to be suckled with rock hard nipples desiring to be pulled on. Her tits are very Ying and Yang, or maybe that how I think of them.
I was jarred from my fantasy with a "That pressure is a bit much."
"Sorry. Do you think you are loose enough or do you want more?"
"I'm plenty loose. Well part of me is tight," and the corners of her mouth slightly curled; "You can stop if you want but I won't force you. What about those happy endings I hear about?"
Ignoring that last statement since it didn't fit my script, "Mrs. Bennet, we read the comments that you placed on the review card after your last massage, and we want to make sure that you are completely happy this time. As a repeat customer, I was told to offer you are Platinum Package. Are you interested?"
"What all does it include?"
"What all it entails is a personal secret, but all of the guests that receive it come back time and time again. Are you interested?"
