You sit in the chair before me, hunched over some paperwork spread out on the kitchen table. Stress is racking your body, I can see it in your shoulders and neck. You reach up and begin rubbing a muscle in your neck. I step up behind you and replace your one hand with both of mine and begin rubbing the tense muscles in your neck and shoulders. You moan long and deep, then suck in a deep breath of air as you relax into my fingers and hands.
"That feels so good." You say to me, dragging out the 's'. You then start moaning again. I'm getting turned on listening to your moans, so long, and deep, and extremely erotic. I'm reminded of our copulation the previous night when I was eating your delicious pussy and your moans were just as long, and deep, and erotic. My cock swells and strains against my underwear as I continue my administrations to the tight muscles.
My mind wanders. How many times have I fantasized about using a massage to seduce sex out of a woman? When I was young I remember fantasizing about my neighbor, giving her a massage, seducing her out of her clothes, and then fucking her. How many other fantasies? Countless. As I'm fond of saying; "All the women I've had with my hand." I want to try and seduce you into bed, no, I have to seduce you into bed, I'm so turned on right now, picturing your moans are not from this massage but from me, my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I have to try.
"Would you like to lay down in bed? I could then get at your back. Would you like that?" I ask as innocently as I can, my cock stretching the fabric and pressing into the back of the chair.
You hum, "I don't know..."
"Well, it's up to you. Do you want a massage or not?" I stop, and the sound of my voice I hope conveys that the window of opportunity is slowly closing, forcing you to make a quick decision. With the stimulation gone I hope I've already secured your answer.
You hum, "Sure. Okay."