Three weeks had passed since my first meeting with Ginger. During that time we chatted online on several occasions. Our chats were never too long as Ginger never seemed to be one to indulge in endless conversations. We had agreed to meet again on her next half day which was always on Thursdays.
When Thursday arrived my mind constantly wandered to thoughts of being with her once more and repeating that fabulous massage experience. Every hour that passed while at work that day seemed to drag on and on. During meetings my mind imagined my hands gently massaging Ginger, giving her pleasure. I pictured my first encounter with her and wondered if there was any way I could improve my massage techniques. I told myself that my goal for this day was to give her a better experience than our last meeting and make this memorable for me too.
I left work an hour early and arrived at Ginger's door right around 3:30. She cordially invited me inside and we sat on her sofa and started some small talk. She was so pleasant and open about her sexuality that I was completely at ease with her. I had mentioned to her that my wildest fantasy involved seeing two women make love. My eyes opened wide when she told me that she had several encounters with women and that she loved it. She also said that she was always looking for another opportunity to be with a woman. My mind ignited with instant fantasies of me and Ginger with another woman.
"That other woman could be my wife," I thought to myself. I decided that this conversation could be explored further some other time. Right now I wanted to give her a relaxing massage and receive one in return.
"Why don't you take a shower and freshen up. There are fresh towels on the rack and I will also take one in the master bedroom," Ginger told me as she got up off of the sofa.
A few minutes later, Ginger emerged from the shower draped in a short terry cloth robe and entered the room used for our massage sessions. Her robe rose only a couple of inches below her pussy and her tits swayed loosely in the robe as she told me to hop on the massage bed.
"Let me give you one first," I told her.
"No, I 'll give you one first," she replied confirming that she was in control.
So I ditched the towel around my waist and hopped onto the bed. Ginger took a sheet and covered my body from my butt down my legs leaving my back uncovered as I lay face down. She took the massage oil and poured some onto my back and began to slowly spread the oil over my shoulders. She began by vigorously massaging my shoulders. Up and down she went on my back. Slowly working every muscle in my back and shoulders. As she massaged me, she would tell me every detail of the techniques she learned about massaging. Taking her time, she worked her hands around my neck muscles then down my spine to my lower back. She alternated strokes down from the small of my back to the top of my shoulder blades. With every downward stroke she inched closer to my butt increasing the pleasurable sensations I felt in my loins.
After about 10 minutes of rubbing my shoulders she switched to the side of the bed.and covered my back with the sheet leaving one butt cheek and one leg uncovered. She poured massage oil over my legs and began massaging my upper thighs. i was in paradise as she worked my thighs up and down and inside and out. She would graze my balls occasionally with her upward strokes as she massaged my inner thigh. It felt wonderful and I wondered if she had done that purposely. She worked her way down to my calves and then down to my feet slowly working her way from one leg then switching to my other leg. There she started with my foot. I never imagined that massaging my feet could feel so good and I was savoring every minute of it.
Her hands worked their way up from my foot and onto my calve then slowly up my thigh. Here, just like on my other thigh, she worked her magic again as she stroked up and down. Again, with each upward stroke she edged closer to my balls. When her hands finally reached their destination she cupped my balls sending an signal to my brain of pure pleasure.
"Does that feel good," she asked as she rolled my balls in her hands
"That feels great," I replied.
While massaging my balls Ginger took the oil in her free hand and poured it over my ass letting the oil flow into the crack of my ass. Parting my butt cheeks with her hands, she slowly massaged my crack up and down. On occasion I could feel her put a little pressure on my hole as her finger slide across it but never penetrating me.
"Do you like this?"
"Ohhh that's real good," I told her.
"I'm glad you like it," she said in her soft spoken voice.
After a few minutes of shear pleasure massaging my butt, Ginger asked me to roll over. When I did as instructed, she covered my cock and legs with the sheet. Looking down at myself I could see that I was in an aroused state as my cock tented through the sheet.
Ginger moved to position herself at the foot of the bed and began massaging my chest. "You are very muscular," she said as she worked every muscle in my upper chest.
She massaged my chest for about 10 minutes giving me long slow strokes from my chest down to my abdomen. With each stroke, her tits would sway above my head. I wanted to reach up and uncover her tits and feel them touch my face, but I restrained myself. That is when her downward strokes went all the way to the top of my pelvic bone.
Moving now to the side of the bed she began working on my thighs with upward and downward strokes just as she had done when I was laying face down. With each upward stroke on my thigh her hands would glide all the way up to my balls. Once there she would cup them for a moment, give them a gentle massage, then release them. She then switched to the other side of the bed and worked the same technique into my other leg. Then the moment of anticipation came to an end as she poured massage oil into the palm of her hands and let it fall onto my cock.
My cock ached to be touched by now as I let out a soft moan. With one hand she cupped my balls and oh so very slowly massaged them and also the prostate area below the sack. With her other hand she slowly stroked my cock up and down. When she reached the head of my cock, her fingers glided around the base of the crown sending pure ecstasy through my loins.