Message-ID: <208.repost$980809050311@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {Bombadil}JDR"A Gentle Massage for Diana"( MF )[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6qgek5$8vu$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. 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If anyone makes a profit from this, please drop me a note to say how and where, and donate my writer's share to a local charity. ********************************************************************** ===================== A Gentle Massage for Diana by Tom Bombadil Via: stbush@iglou.com Diana walked back into the office after her early lunch break looking for her assistant. He was in the back room, digging out some old casebook files for her, working up a sweat. She admired him for a few seconds, watching the play of muscles over his broad back and the tightening and flexing of his ass and thighs. He was all of twenty, strong, hard-bodied, intelligent, good-looking, and fairly mature. He understood that a woman wanted to be loved, not lusted after, something many men never learned. Her musings were interrupted when he turned around, suddenly realizing someone was there. "Ms. Aramis, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come in." "That's all right William. I was just coming to check on your progress with the Thornburg files we need." "Oh, just fine. I'll be finished digging them out in another hour." He looked around for a few seconds. "Then again, maybe two or three would be closer." "That will be fine. I need them for Monday afternoon, so there's no great rush. I do have one chore I need you to handle for me today, since I'll be leaving early. I'd like you to order two dozen red roses and have them delivered to my house sometime between seven and eight." "No problem. Is there a special occasion?" "No, not really. It's just that ... well, I'm planning for a special night with my husband. Between my work and his, we don't get nearly enough time together, so tonight will be just for us." "Consider it done." He handled these types of requests well. He was conscientious about his job, and knew that sometimes handling personal details for his bosses was considered part and parcel of his duties. He was one of the best assistants she'd had in her fifteen years with the firm. "Thanks William. I've got a number of errands to run this afternoon, so I'll be leaving around two. Why don't you book off after you finish digging out those files and get an early start on the weekend as well." "Thank you. That'll certainly help." Diana knew he was in a big rush today, trying to get out of town to see his girlfriend. An extra hour or so head start on the Friday crawl would make several hours difference in his time with her this evening. Sometimes all the pressures from work and home rode her hard, making her feel like an ancient, tired old crone. She knew, at thirty-eight, she was *not* old and over the hill. With her mature good looks and still-attractive body she could have almost any man she wanted. Even William sometimes let his eyes roam a little too freely, lustfully eyeing his boss when he thought she wasn't looking. Whenever she thought of those looks, an unexplained thrill went through her body, tightening her nipples and heating her groin. Almost. Her two, Arthur and Jenine, were now fifteen and eighteen respectively. Both were out of town for the week and not expected back until Monday. At two o'clock sharp she booked out, moving quickly. She had several stops to make before her appointment at the massage parlor. First, the wine store. A nice, fairly expensive bottle of good French champagne, one they both really liked. That's how he'd hooked her in the first place, all those years ago. He'd take her to these fancy clubs, dancing with her, feeding her exotic foods, and plying her with champagne until it ran out her ears. Oh, what wonderful times those were. And he was always such a gentleman. He never took advantage of her. Sometimes she'd almost have to rape him before he'd satisfy her. He'd get her so horny with his looks, his body, his words, caresses, and kisses, that she was almost ready to fuck a football team, and he wouldn't touch her because she was half drunk! Next, the body shop for some strawberry-flavoured scented self-warming massage oil. She'd give her hubby the royal treatment tonight. Add in a couple of sandalwood candles, and off to the next store. She simply adored massages herself. Something about all that close, intimate touching and fondling simply got her hot. Maybe it was the fact that she was almost always naked, or near enough not to matter, when she received one. Maybe it was because her masseur was the most handsome and sexiest man in the world. Her second-to-last stop before her massage was her favourite lingerie shop. There she picked out a beautiful new hot-pink satin teddy with matching garter belt and stockings. This should turn up the heat at home. After almost twenty years of marriage, two kids, and a hectic career, it was sometimes surprising to her that she and her husband were still in love. It took a fair bit of work, to be sure, but he was worth it, and he tried, too. Even when she worked late every night, then worked Saturdays and Sundays as well, he still greeted her with a kiss and a smile. Just her luck to get a warm, caring, attentive, loving, understanding man the first time around. Last stop, Fisherman's Wharf. Two fresh lobsters and two dozen oysters still in their shells. Everything else needed for dinner tonight was already home. Lobster and oysters. That's what they'd had on their first anniversary. She could still vividly remember that evening, almost two decades ago, sitting on the balcony of the penthouse shortly after dinner, looking out over the moonlit Mediterranean Sea, curled up in that ridiculously small chair with him, just touching and caressing each other, letting the world flow by without any cares or worries, enjoying the wonderful feeling of simply being together. Now, after almost twenty years together, it was much harder to capture those elusive feelings. Maybe there were too many trials and tribulations in their lives, too many small crises behind them, so much work, so little time. That's why she'd decided to start making special times, just for themselves, with no work and no worry. Perhaps on their next anniversary they'd go back to that hotel and relive their first again ... It was harder than before, because now her hubby worked late Friday and Saturday all the time. That only left Sunday together, and Sunday was the day they'd reserved for the kids. This meant even less time for themselves. She got to the massage parlor a few minutes early, paid her fee, and spent the extra time inspecting herself in the mirror, performing a critical review. Black hair, cut in a short, efficient, easy to care for style. Dark brown eyes, still sparkling and glowing. Cheeks still with a slight flush (no, that was anticipating Roberto, and her massage). Same for the slightly reddened lips. Her pussy lips were also slightly reddened and puffy, she noticed. Breasts, pale and creamy, with a hint of sag, but those size 'B's were still riding high. Belly a touch rounded, a bit too much flesh on the backside and thighs. Time to get back into aerobics. Maybe one of those home fitness machines as well. Maybe that was part of the problem. Still, overall, a good looking lady standing 5'6" tall in her bare feet. Maybe it was time to start looking and acting like a sexy lady again. That person staring back at her from the mirror looked exactly like how she felt - a middle-aged professional woman working hard at her career and leaving little time for the niceties of life. Was this how the other women got started on their affairs? Their husbands working hard on careers and forgetting about the ladies in their lives, simply taking them for granted? Is that what she was doing to her husband? The little light came on indicating that the massage room was empty and waiting for her. "It's time, again", she whispered to herself. Now her breath was a little faster, her heart rate increasing, her nipples getting hard, and a strange sensation was rolling around in her groin. This happened every Friday - at least every Friday for the last three years, ever since she started getting massages here from Roberto. The first time he gave her a massage here she was so shocked that she hadn't returned for three weeks. Since then, she'd only ever missed one afternoon session, and that was because of a family emergency. She walked into the other room with only a towel for company, bare breasts gleaming in the subdued light, black bush glinting with dewy highlights. Oh, how she's been looking forward to this! Diana lay face down on the massage table, draped the towel over her bottom, and cushioned her head on her forearms. She lay there, anticipating his arrival, getting more excited and wet by the minute. Finally he was there. She couldn't help staring at him, devouring him with her eyes. He was of Spanish ancestry, tall, dark and handsome. Six foot three, black hair, large, liquid brown eyes, slender face, broad muscular shoulders still tapering down to a narrow waist, which topped a strong, firm, well-built pair of hips and an ass worthy of adulation. His legs were long, strong and muscular, with well-defined everything. She also knew he had a nice big thick juicy cock just full of jism, and it would soon be all hers. She squirmed a bit, clenching her thighs together, just thinking about how close that man-tool would be to her mouth and pussy. "Would madame care for a regular massage, or would madame prefer the full-body massage?" "I think I'd like the full-body massage today, thank you." This is what she'd asked for ever since she first came here. She knew that she was the only one of his customers ever to be asked if she wanted the full-body treatment. Hers was the only body caressed and handled in that special way by him in this room. All he was wearing today were those tight black spandex shorts of his, and, looking at that bulge in front, it looks like he's been anticipating this session as much as she was. She watched him remove his wedding band and put it on a side table. Hers was sitting in her purse in the change room. He began, as usual, standing just to her left, right in front of her face, by warming up some oil on his hands before applying it to her neck and shoulders. She couldn't help staring at it, just inches away, that huge lump in his shorts that was beckoning to her, calling its siren song of lust. She resisted the temptation to reach out and grab it, at least for now, suppressing a whimper of frustration. Stepping away from her face and down to her waist, he began his massage. It started with a slow, gentle rub on her neck and shoulders, applying the heated and scented oil liberally to her skin, smoothing it to a fine film of slipperiness, preparing her for the firmer pressure to come. Then across her shoulders to her upper arms, down her sides, just touching the exposed parts of her breasts, reversing and returning up to her back. More oil, and hands caressing and circling from her spine to her sides, slowly moving down to the small of her back, pushing away the towel, until they were just about to touch her bottom, then they stopped. This time she did whimper quietly, bottom just barely moving, rising off the bench in search of that elusive contact. She collected herself and settled back down, knowing he wouldn't continue until she was still again. This time he started with her feet, spending a great deal of energy on her toes, her arches, and her heels. He was so good she didn't even giggle, even though her feet were extremely ticklish. It felt so good. More oil again, and her calves received the same treatment, getting rubbed, kneaded, twisted, pulled, and gently beaten to a soft, relaxed, pulp. Those fingers were so gentle, yet so strong ... Still more oil, this time on the backs of her legs, as he ran his hands up from her knees to almost touching her ass, even sometimes tickling the hairs in her crotch, but never quite touching those places she most desperately wanted him to. His attentions moved up higher, slowly inching closer to where she wanted him, then sliding under her towel, pushing it out of the way and working on her ass. His fingers stayed away from that moist haven between her legs, coming close, but never quite close enough, even when her hips involuntarily jerked upwards looking for some intimate contact. Then her towel fell on the floor, unnoticed by either of them, as he moved higher, onto her back again, this time working hard into her muscles, digging out all the tension and stress and letting it flow away. She melted a little, settling onto the table, suspending her need and hunger for a time while his massage moved farther from her pleasure centre. He finished off this part of the massage at her neck again, gently squeezing out the week's accumulation of doubts and worries. If this was all, she would be quite content. But she knew much better things were coming . Time to flip over. She did, and he pulled her higher until her head was resting on the padded adjustable headrest. Lying there, eyes closed, legs spread slightly, knees splayed, she was completely naked and exposed, wide open and available for his gaze, or anything else. There were small drips of moisture travelling from her pussy, down her ass, and splashing onto the table. She could feel them, and knew he could smell her juices anywhere in the room. With her eyes closed, she couldn't see him, but she could hear him somewhere behind her head, fumbling around with something. Her headrest was being adjusted now, tilting back, arching her neck, leaving her completely vulnerable to his attentions. He warmed some more oil in his hands and caressed her neck softly and gently, pushing those knots of frustration and worry down into her body, leaving behind nothing but relaxation and warmth. When his hands moved to her shoulders and upper chest, she opened her eyes a little. There it was, right in front of her face, just as she remembered, magnificent, jutting proudly out from his loins, with those big nuts hanging down below in their fleshy wrapping, just waiting to pump her full of that cream she now so desperately needed. "Please. Please!" she whimpered, opening her mouth and begging for him to put it inside. A moment later his hands and fingers slid up and over her breasts, fingers bouncing over her nipples, then palms dragging across, causing such an electric jolt inside her that her back arched and her hips thrust forward, looking for something that wasn't yet there. She whimpered "Pleeeeeease!", pleading for him to give her what she needed. After another long moment he did, moving forward and sliding the head of his prick into her mouth. She moaned with joy, happily suckling on his member. Relaxing her throat, she sucked and licked his cock. Eventually he would be sliding it down her throat, she knew, but it would be when he was ready and wanted to. Everything that happened in this room was always under his complete control, including her and her body. She would cum when he wanted her to, not before, and he would spurt his seed whenever and wherever he desired. This was what Diana's body was here for. The massage continued, with him running his hands up and down her stomach and sides, over her ribs, under her arms, across her chest and over her mounds. He paid a lot of attention to her breasts and nipples, caressing and kneading them gently, pulling and pinching her nipples, sometimes licking or sucking on them as well. All the time he was pumping into her mouth, sometimes shallowly, sometimes pushing his 9" rod deep into her throat. She was in heaven, swallowing when she could, breathing when she could, letting him fuck her mouth and throat however he wanted. Last week it was fast, furious, and hard, pumping a load down her throat in a couple of minutes. Today he was taking his time, being gentle, going slow, drawing out his pleasure and hers, since he would play with her breasts until he came. She could feel his prick swelling, the head getting bigger and tighter as he was about to climax. A low, moaning sound rose from deep in her throat as she anticipated what was about to happen. He started pumping hard and fast, then suddenly pushed his rod deep in her throat, depositing his first thick stream of cum in her gullet. Pulling back, he pumped into her mouth, filling it with shot after shot of his salt/sour spunk. She swallowed and swallowed, taking in all she could, sucking the last dribbles from his prick when he quit spurting. Finally, completely spent, he pulled out of her mouth. She whimpered at this, wanting her soother back. Now it was time for regular massage again, at least for a while. Oh, she was so hot and horny now, she needed him real bad. It was a hard fight to keep from reaching over and fingering herself, knowing she could bring herself off in just a few seconds. That was something Roberto never permitted in his massage room. The only time she'd ever succumbed to this temptation, he'd finished off the regular massage and sent her home without any of the special treatment she so needed. That afternoon and evening had been the longest of her life, waiting for her husband to come home and the kids to go to bed so she could jump on him and fuck him ragged. She swore that she'd never ever touch herself in that massage room again. Those hands of his continued the massage over her belly and down her sides, kneading and caressing her muscles. More oil, then he started in on her hips and upper thighs. He spent more time there, digging deep, pulling away all the strain. Again more oil, this time going farther down her legs, working along the tops of them, and finally giving her feet another brief, intense rubdown. More oil, but this time he went to work on the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs wide and lifting one knee over his shoulder to give him unimpeded access to all of her upper leg. He was now straddling the table, sitting with her left leg over his shoulder and her right leg over his thigh and wrapped behind his ass. With her head still tilted back, she couldn't see what was happening, but she knew that his bare and re-hardened prick would be sitting just inches away from her sopping, over-heated pussy. She wouldn't even be allowed to slide down the table to get closer to what she most desired. He continued his massage of her legs, this time seemingly a little careless, as his hands occasionally brushed or bumped her mound and pussy lips. Each time this happened, large jolts of sensation ran through her, running from her clit out to her fingers and toes, then returning to implode in her vagina, causing it to clench in frustration. He switched legs on occasion, moving the one he was currently working on up to his shoulder. She was whimpering with lust and frustration now, beyond caring about the outside world. She needed to cum in the worst way and he was doing nothing but teasing her. And then ... and then ... Two fingers were being firmly pushed up into her twat, sliding in quickly and easily. Diana started climaxing immediately, shaking her head back and forth and moaning softly. Her vagina was spasming around his fingers, clutching and grabbing at them, trying to pull them up into her womb. Oh, this felt so good after such a long build-up. As usual during the throes of her climax, she hardly moved. Her hands grabbed the edge of the table and her hips thrust themselves onto those fingers, rapidly pushing up and down to try and draw out the intense pleasure of the moment. He played inside her for a few minutes, waiting for her to come back to earth, then pulled out. She felt him move away from her on the table. He then placed both her legs over his shoulders. Soon she felt his hot breath on her pussy mound, and whined a bit in anticipation of what she knew was coming. It was slow, at first, his gentle licking of her pubic area, but it was thorough. No part of her was missed. If she hadn't just had an intense orgasm, she'd be into another one by now. It felt wonderful, and she knew he would keep it up until she was ready to cum again. He licked and sucked on her pussy lips, then slid his tongue deep inside to lick at the creamy juices there, then out again to roam up over her clit or down to her anus, tickling and caressing the skin, sometimes nibbling with his lips. It was driving her to distraction, rebuilding her need and want for a climax. Her nipples were aching for attention as well, but she knew better than to touch them, because if she did, he'd stop and leave her high and dry. Panting heavily, chest heaving, she was nearing another orgasm when he stopped and pulled away from her. Whimpering, almost crying her disapproval, she felt him move up to her. With her knees pushed back almost to her shoulders, she could sense him rising over top of her. As he pushed into her, slowly and deliberately, she could feel every inch of him as he sank deeper and deeper, until her clit was trapped up against his pubic hairs and his balls pressed against her ass. Rolling his hips slightly, he stayed deep inside for several minutes, rotating around his shaft to produce some interesting movements at the end of her vagina. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his ass to keep him inside, really enjoying the almost tickling sensation of those tiny movements from the head of his prick. Now he was done with the preliminaries, she knew, and took a deep breath in anticipation of what was to follow. Would it be hard and fast, slow and gentle, or somewhere in between today? She could never tell from his mood or manner how things would go. He started with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the head held by her vaginal entrance, then all the way in, as deep as possible, the tip of his head sometimes touching her cervix. It felt so delicious, rippling all along her cunt and into her clit, sensations coming from so deep inside they touched her primal instincts, causing her hips to flex and buck back at his thrusts, wanting more and more of him inside her. Then he was pounding harder and faster, shortening his strokes, changing the angle of his penetration a little, dragging her clit around, knowing how quickly this would bring her off. She was in ecstasy now, completely oblivious to everything except the extreme pleasures being generated in her crotch by this fuck machine on top of her. He was driving deep now, pistoning in and out and building that knot buried inside her groin, the one that would soon explode. This was why she kept returning, this need for his cock and his spunk. She was hanging there, right on the edge, just waiting, drawing out those wonderful feelings, hoping to hold out until she could feel him squirting inside. It was not to be, this time, because he suddenly grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples. The shock sent her over, gasping for breath, feeling her entire body rise up to meet this climax, arching up off the table. Shaking her head from side to side again, her hips pounding up onto him on their own, her hand grabbing and frigging her clit to extend her climax and drive it higher, feeling her cunt grabbing and pulling at his cock, she was now trying to suck the sperm right out of him. Seconds later, she felt him drive deep inside and hold there, spasming and pumping all that jism almost into her womb. This sent her over again, her hand still rubbing her clit, his hands kneading her breasts and pinching and pulling her nipples. It was impossible for her to tell how long she stayed in that place of ultimate pleasure. Possibly a few seconds, possibly hours. It was timeless, formless, and empty of all but the most intense physical delight. She didn't even register the individual sensations - they simply melted together into one giant orgasmic whole, containing the sum of her being for those untimeable instants. Then she was back, sliding slowly into the real world, feeling his cock still jerking and spunking deep inside, slowing her hand, breathing deeply, letting the washes of pleasure course through her body, relishing the deep carnal satiation that comes from a really good, intense fuck. Oh, how she loved this. After a short mellow period, with caressing and kissing from both sides, it was over for this session. He helped clean her up with some warm damp towels, wiping her all over, and she reciprocated by sucking his cock into her mouth and licking it clean of all vestiges of their lovemaking session. He climbed back into his shorts, started the fan to clear the air of the scent of sex, and began his cleanup, getting ready for his next client. She walked off into the dressing room. Diana poked her head back into the massage room for a second, just long enough to throw a kiss at her Latin lover and give him a quick message. "Oh, by the way Roberto, I'll have a surprise waiting for you when you get home." The tall, dark, handsome man smiled at his wife, wondering what kind of deviltry she would be up to tonight. ********************************************************************** ======================================================================== public praise: alt.sex.stories.d email "To Bombadil" stbush@iglou.com ======================================================================== ===================== A Gentle Massage for Diana by Tom Bombadil -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----