Well, let me tell you about my rather interesting massage last night. I'd been thinking about it all day, and in addition to thoroughly enjoying the massage because I was quite sore from skiing for three days, Michelle was quite fun, and very fit. It turns out that she is an amateur mountain bike racer and is very lean. 5'6" or so, black hair, about 120#, and very tight. Unfortunately (or fortunately) my type. Sometimes anyhow.
So she comes to my room, and sets up her stuff. Massage table, heating pad, oils, and some sheets. I start laying under a sheet, naked of course, on my back. She does my neck, arms and chest. The feeling of my muscles getting worked on is so relaxing and indulgent. We are chatting about bike riding, skiing, blah blah blah. I sort of have to keep talking otherwise I might wander into my imagination and there would be a serious tent pole in the sheet. So she moves the sheet aside and works on my legs, feet and quads, all the way up to my hips. Definitely have to keep thinking muscles, massage, relaxation. She has incredibly strong hands and gives a great massage. She talks easily and I keep my eyes closed and think of the muscles losing their soreness.
Same thing on the other side, arms, leg thighs. She has me roll onto my back and continues to work wonders on my sore back and neck. Then she does the feel, calves and thighs, and the very sore gluteals. I am feeling pretty good, and the soreness is easing. There still remains one area of increasing tension however, and I don't know how to ask her to work on it.
As she is finishing, I ask her how long since her last massage. She pauses and looks at me, and says a couple months. She occasionally trades with another masseur, but she has been very busy. I ask her if she would consider letting me give her a massage. I tell her I know a little about anatomy (she knows I know a thing or two about anatomy), and though my massage skills may not be as good as hers, I think she would enjoy it. She looks at me carefully, and I tell her I am safe, and I won't do anything she doesn't want me to do.
Incredibly she agrees, and I go into the bathroom while she gets undressed and lays on the massage table under the sheet where I was a few moments ago. I ask her to start on her stomach so I can start massaging her back. When I come out from the bathroom, she is on her back with her lower body covered by the sheet. Her skin is dark and flawless. Her back is muscled and lean and the expanse of her skin is rather exciting. I definitely couldn't do this if she was fat or something. So I get her oil bottle, and start on her neck and shoulders. She tells me her shoulders are usually sore from the biking, and the massages she gives. I stretch her arms and knead her muscles. She knows how to relax and helps me find her tight spots. I am wearing a terry robe from the hotel and I have to be careful not to let it get too open. But she is on her stomach and her eyes are closed. She tells me she approves and gives me a few tips as I work my way down to her lower back and legs. I skip over her gluteus for now, and go down to her feet. I work on her feet as she did mine, and find some aches there, that she lets go as I massage them. I work on her calves and hamstrings. Her legs are also thin and lean, without any fat. She is smooth and shaven with a couple scrapes from her biking.
I uncover one side of her leg all the way and admire her ass from my vantage point. It's a good thing she can't see me because she would definitely notice my ogling, hungry gaze. I work long, deep strokes, from her leg up to her back as she did to me, pressing deeply into her muscles. I am getting more than a little turned on by now, but I continue my professional massage. I cover that leg and do the other side, pressing hard into her feet and all the way up over her ass and lower back, all the way to her neck and scalp. She approves, I can tell, and I feel her breathe deeply, in and out, as I do, to let go of all the tension. I stretch her thighs and bend her feet back to stretch her quads. The sheet is now no longer covering her very well, and I take my time and admire the sight of her naked body on the table, glistening with oil and I see the darkness of her pussy as I massage the backs of her legs, getting just a little closer and closer to her inner thighs.
Not wanting to ruin this too soon, I tell her to roll over and she does so, turning away from me, and I cover her again with the sheet. I start on her neck and face, as she did for me. I pull the sheet down a little to rub her shoulders and arms, paying close attention to her hands. I stretch and manipulate her arm and shoulder, loosening the muscles. We talk anatomy and training, and I wonder if she is trying to not get excited either, for fear of being embarrassed, or something.
I slowly continue to massage her pectoral area, trying very hard to keep her breasts covered, and just focusing on the muscles and not anything overtly erogenous. I am dying to take the sheet down and just run my hands all over her. But I don't know how far she is willing to let me go. So I then go to the feet, and uncover one leg, and just keep her midsection covered, from breast to groin. Her legs are marvelous. Tight and muscled, with dark, smooth skin. The oil and the dark shadows in the room are accents to an already exciting sight. I take my time at her feet and pull at her toes, rubbing the sole and the outer muscles. I work my way up her calves and thighs, kneading the muscles around her knees, going higher and higher to her hips, and inner thighs. She is barely covered, and from where I am standing at the side and foot of the table, I can see her dark, curly hairs at the edge of the sheet. She has not given me any signs of going too far, so I rub higher and higher on her thigh, kneading her inner muscles and moving her leg to stretch these muscles too. The sheet is no longer covering her very well at all, and I can see the outer lips of her pussy, which are glistening slightly. And I know it's not from the massage oil.
She stays relaxed and easy on the table and I do the other leg similarly, taking much time at her feel and thighs, partly because I know these must feel good for her as much biking as she does, and partly because I am hoping that by going slow, I can build her excitement, and she will let me do more.
This strategy seems to work and I work her inner thighs and hips on this side too, getting closer and closer to her groin. I want to touch her there, but not yet. I go back up to the head of the table and stand over her head.
