"Mmmn..." she moaned into the mattress.
His strong fingers slid down her shapely back in sinuous curves. The scent of cinnamon from the essential oils permeated the air. The room was dimly lit by several candles.
"I love how you make me feel," she purred as she glanced over her stiff shoulder at her man. His face wore a secret smirk as the palms of his hands pushed into her muscles on either side of her spine on their way back up to her shoulders. He was tall, and lithe above her. She appreciated how the dim light provided contrast to his lean frame. Groaning again, and smiling herself, she let her head drop back down.
His voice was husky, "It is my pleasure. Anything I can do for the Most Valuable Player!" She could hear his smile, even though her eyes were closed in pleasure at the way his thumbs were kneading all around her shoulder blades.
She luxuriated in his touch. His hands were large, and supple, and especially talented! He brought the same care into his massage as he did to his paintings, his music, and his work. She felt her eyes roll up as his palms slid back and forth across her lower back in what she knew he called 'frictions'.
She felt herself dampen as her man soothed the aches and pains of her latest game from her body. His slow, deliberate motions moved lower and lower down her back. Each stroke moved further onto her buttocks until she felt him grasp her ass cheeks in a most unprofessional manner!
"Oh God," she moaned as his hands worked her tired glutes, kneading them and drawing sensation directly to her moist lips. She involuntarily pushed her ass into the air, exposing herself to his no doubt hungry gaze.
"I wish I could do to you what you do to me," she mumbled.
"You do," he exclaimed.
"Ughhhaaa..." she moaned as his fingers gripped her ass hard, lifting it. "I mean with massa-, "she broke off as he grasped her again, "-age..." she finished lamely.
"Well," he murmured, "You could always just take a class, like I did." He ran his hands in an effleurage motion pushing up the back of her thighs and snaking back down, his fingers seeming to accidently stray to her pussy, barely brushing her lips. "The local night-school runs a massage for couples course."
Abruptly she spun around under him, lying on her back to admire him. His runner's thighs were bracing him above her, and his excitement was obvious through his boxer-briefs: a large wet stain was visible near the end of a noticeable bulge. She reached out her hand to smear across his excitement at the same time that his hands snaked down to stroke the hips that she knew he adored.
"Oh I can just imagine that!" she teased as his body stiffened at her touch. "You would be hard as a rock in front of God and everybody the whole time!" She smiled at her own power as he threw his head back and lost himself in the sensation her thumb was bringing to the tip of his very hard cock! "You would just end up embarrassing yourself!" she concluded as she stroked her index finger between his balls and up his cloth covered penis.
His shuddering body was at complete odds with his words: "I could take it, Baby! Erugh..." he groaned, "I swear!"
Sensing her advantage, she licked her lips devilishly as she cocked her head and glared challengingly into his eyes.
"Wanna bet?" she growled as she grabbed his dog tags and pulled his lips to hers.
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Which is how they found themselves listening to a lecture on contra-indications, reasons not to massage a person...
"Uncontrolled high blood pressure, uncontrolled diabetes, cancer patients," the instructor paused at a nearby table. "Make your movements proximal to distal, work towards the heart,"
Her man lay on his back nearby. She smoothed warm oil down his chest and lean belly, stopping where the sheet artfully concealed what she watched closely for signs of arousal!
She wore a tight, sleeveless shirt, which she knew accentuated her breasts and arms. She made sure to lean far down his body, pressing her chest near his face while the instructor droned on about anti-inflammatories and pain meds.
She watched his face as carefully as she did the sheet covering his hips. His eyes were closed tightly, but his mouth hung slack and open as she pressed the heels of her palms into his pecs, the tips of her fingers teased his nipples. She secretly enjoyed the sweet torture she knew that she applied when she ran her hands down his ribs and allowed her nails to drag back up his torso. She delighted at the whimper he let out, and the goose flesh her nails produced on his skin in the warm air of the studio.
She leaned close to his head and whispered, "You have been doing very well my Love, but don't forget our bet, and that you are going to lose!" She punctuated the last word with her nails into his ribcage! He let out a muffled cry.
"Remember, many clients will be sensitive, even ticklish along the ribs and abdomen," the instructor remarked from across the room.
She resumed the normal massage, smiling broadly. The thin sheet that covered the lower half of his body had not stirred as she suspected it would have by now, but she was still confident that she would win their little wager. If she could cause him to have an erection during the massage class without actually touching his penis, we would pay for the entire tuition for the course. If she could not, she would pay.
