Massage for Alice

It was a Saturday night. We were in bed. Porn surfing. With a bottle of wine. The funny thing was, even after nearly five years together, when it came to porn, I'm not sure that either of us really knew what the other liked. Not really.

We knew what we didn't like. We didn't much like conventional 'porn stars' -- women with fake tits and men with cocks that required a chap with a red light walking ahead of them. And we didn't much like 'step moms'. We did both enjoy a bit of well-put-together home-made porn. Dwayne and Diana doing it for real. That could sometimes be fun. But after that it was a bit hit and miss.

On the Saturday night in question, we were cruising the on-line 'categories', choosing a category that looked vaguely interesting and adding in various tags for a sort of a lucky dip. We had been exploring 'mature' and 'hairy'. There were certainly a few interesting little entertainments in this category, but a lot of them we had already watched.

'BBW,' Lynn said.

'BBW?'

'Yes. And... umm... massage.'

'Oh yeah. Massage can be fun,' I said.

'Especially when the masseuse has something to work on,' Lynn added with a sly smile.

BBW wasn't the first thing that I would have written on Lynn's go-to list. But I tapped and clicked and found a video that looked as if it might meet her requirements.

The opening scene was a badly decorated room. The walls were painted that particular shade of blue that I'm sure no one uses in real life. But then I guess we weren't watching the vid for décor tips, were we? In the centre of the room there was a massage table, and to one side there were shelves stacked with towels. A middle-aged man entered the room and began fiddling with a plastic spray bottle of the type that a gardener might use. 'Well, come on. Get on with it,' I felt like saying. 'We didn't come here to watch you.' But, instead I took a sip of my wine.

And then a large woman entered the room. And I do mean

large

. Whether you weighed her in pounds or kilos, it was going to add up to rather a lot of them. But she was, nevertheless, quite attractive. 'I'm Angela,' she said to the man.

'Joseph,' the man said. And he looked her up and down and smiled. 'I'll... umm... leave you to... umm... undress,' he said. 'Just call out when you're ready.'

Angela was dressed in a simple black T-shirt. Dressy. With an abstract gold design on the front. And she was wearing a plain black skirt.

Angela waited until Joseph had left the room and then she took off the T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra or anything. Her breasts were large. Each was probably the size of her head. But they were firm. And, as I've already said, she was large.

Next, Angela unfastened her skirt, let it drop to the floor, and stepped out of it. Beneath her skirt she was wearing black bikini-style knickers. She didn't seem to be able to make up her mind whether she was going to remove those too or keep them on. After a moment or two, she apparently decided to keep them on. 'Hello?' she called out.

Joseph returned to the room. 'Ah. Yes. You're ready,' he said. And he helped her up onto the massage table. 'Perhaps if you... umm... lie on your... umm... your tummy.' And then while Angela turned onto her tummy, Joseph got a towel and laid it over her ample bum. 'Right,' he said. 'Let's begin.' And he squirted something into his free hand from the plastic squirt bottle and began massaging Angela's shoulders.

From her shoulders, Joseph worked his way down Angela's back until he reached where the towel lay. And then, after a moment or two of hesitation, he reached under the towel and (with a little help from Angela) he removed her knickers.

In the next shot, the towel had disappeared. Gone completely. And Joseph was massaging Angela's ample buttocks. This went on for a few seconds. And then Joseph parted Angela's buttocks and began working her intergluteal cleft, her butt crack, paying special attention to her arsehole each time he passed over it.

'What happened to the towel?' I asked.

Lynn just smiled. It seemed that she rather approved of Angela's substantial arse.

And then the camera dropped to table height and lined up directly astern of Angela. And Joseph moved out of the way. 'Nice,' Lynn said. And, yes, it was nice. As the camera lingered on Angela's big bum, her plump cunt, and her large-but-shapely thighs, it was very nice indeed. I reached out and tested Lynn's softly-furred honey pot. She was as warm as toast and as wet as a shag on a rock.

'Surprisingly nice,' I said. My pleasure finger found its way between Lynn's slippery labia and then I turned my attention back to the screen at the foot of the bed. 'A cunt and a half,' I said.

'Are we talking mine or Angela's?' Lynn asked. And she laughed.

'I was referring to Angela's,' I told her. 'I'm perfectly satisfied with yours as it is. I thought you realised that.'

Lynn laughed again. And then she said: 'Alice's a big girl. Although probably not as big as Angela.'

'Alice? Who's Alice?'

'At work. Alice. The new girl.'

'Oh? And does she have a cunt and a half?' I asked.

'I've no idea. But she might do. She's... umm... very attractive.'

'Perhaps you could ask her,' I suggested. 'You know. About her cunt. On my behalf. Just asking for a friend, tell her.'

'Or you could ask her yourself,' Lynn said. And she laughed again.

We didn't see the rest of Angela's massage. We were both a bit worked up. And one thing led to another. Somewhat surprisingly, 'BBW' and 'massage' had done the trick.

'I didn't realise that you were a BBW fan,' I said, as we lay there afterwards.

For a while, Lynn said nothing. And then she said: 'No. I'm not sure what it was about Angela that got me going. But you didn't seem to be complaining.'

'Not at all,' I said. 'Sexy as fuck.'

Lynn smiled.

'Perhaps you were thinking of your new friend Alice,' I suggested.

Lynn laughed. 'I'm not sure that she's my friend -- not yet anyway. But she does have something about her.'

'Does she have a partner?' I asked.

Lynn shook her head. 'I don't think so. I think she flies solo.'

'Maybe you should invite her around. You know... for a drink or something. Get to know her a bit better.'

'Could do,' Lynn said.

* * *

When Lynn got home from work on Monday, she asked if I planned to be at home on Wednesday evening.

'As far as I know. That's the plan at this stage,' I told her.

'Oh, good. Alice and I are going to watch the office netball team. They're not doing very well. And lately, they've been struggling to rent a crowd. I thought I'd invite Alice here for a drink beforehand.'

'Yeah. Great idea,' I said. 'I think I'd like to meet her.'

* * *

I suppose I had a residual image of Angela from the porn video in my mind. And Alice was certainly a BBW. But she was even better looking that Angela.

'So... you two are going change the fortunes of the office netball team,' I said, as I poured us each a glass of Pinot Gris.

'How successful we shall be remains to be seen,' Alice said. 'But we're certainly going to offer our encouragement.'

'Oh well, in that case, the result is a foregone conclusion,' I said. 'Your team by ten goals.' And we all laughed.

Unfortunately, our 'quick drink' was just that: a quick drink. Fifteen minutes at best. But Lynn could clearly see that the three of us were going to get on.

'We need to get going,' she said to Alice. 'But why don't you come and have supper with us on Saturday evening? Nothing flash. Just something simple. And a glass of wine, of course.'

'Thank you. That sounds lovely,' Alice said.

'We might even be able to have a barbeque,' Lynn said. 'If this weather clears up.'

* * *

The weather didn't clear up. In fact it got worse. It went from murky with showers to rain with just the occasional break.

'I don't think a barbeque is going to be on the cards,' Lynn said when we woke up on Saturday morning. 'I think I might make a cassoulet. And we can have it with a green salad and a baguette.'

'Good idea,' I said. I liked Lynn's cassoulet. The combination of confit duck and sausage and beans with lots of fresh herbs and a crunchy crumb crust.

Alice arrived at six-thirty. Yes, she certainly qualified as a big girl. But she was also very good-looking. A true BBW.

'So... what have you been up to today?' Lynn asked.

'I've spent most of the day helping an old school friend to move flats.'

'Oh?'

'Yes. She had a couple chaps with a van to do the main stuff, but then I volunteered to help her put things in place.'

'Nice,' Lynn said.

Alice didn't seem so sure. 'I think I learned my lesson,' she said.

'Oh? In what way?'

'I think we moved every piece of furniture ten times.'

Lynn laughed and nodded.

'I'm pretty sure both of my arms are a couple of inches longer than they were when I left home this morning,' Alice said.

'What you need,' I said, 'is a glass of wine. And, after that, another glass of wine.'

I poured three glasses of Côtes du Rhône. To muscles we'd forgotten we had,' I said, raising my own glass.

'I think I might have discovered a few of those today,' Alice said.

Lynn's cassoulet was excellent: soupy and tasty at the bottom; crunchy and herby at the top. And the conversation was free and easy. (I think the wine may have played a part.) And, as a bonus, it turned out that Alice was a bit of a post-bop jazz fan.

'I thought that Lynn and I were the only people under fifty who had even heard of half of these guys,' I said, as I swapped Gerry Mulligan for McCoy Tyner.

'My grandfather was a big fan,' Alice said. 'He had a room set up in his house just for listening to jazz from the sixties through to the eighties.'

'Proper thing,' I told her.

'I've made a New York-style cheesecake for afters,' Lynn said. 'But perhaps we could take a bit of an inter-course break first.'

'Sounds fun,' Alice said, with a straight face. 'Although I should warn you: I don't usually fuck on the first date.'

Lynn frowned. But then she realised what she had said, and she laughed. 'Opps! Inter course. Yes. I'll have to be more careful with my choice of words, won't I?'

And Alice laughed too.

We got up from the dining table and took what was left of our wine to the couches. And then I handed Alice the iPad that served as the server for our music system. 'Here. Your choice,' I said.

'Is this some sort of test?' Alice asked with broad smile. And then she grimaced. 'Oops! I think I found another of those muscles that I forgot I had,' she said.

'You need one of Freddy's massages,' Lynn told her.

'Oh?'

'Freddy gives good massages,' Lynn told her new friend.

Alice smiled.

'Tell you what,' I said. 'You choose the next album. And, if I approve, I shall reward you with a massage.'

Alice laughed. 'Tempting,' she said. And she studied the iPad.

In the end, Alice chose An Evening with Chick Corea and Herbie Hancock. 'Good choice,' I said. Lynn and I were both big fans of Herbie Hancock. And it was an album that we hadn't played for a while. 'Just switch this through to the bedroom speakers....'

Alice half frowned, half smiled. 'Are you serious?'

'Yes. All of the speakers in the flat are driven from this one unit,' I said.

'No. I mean about the bedroom.'

'Oh, yes. I never joke about the bedroom,' I told her. But then I laughed.

For a moment, I thought that perhaps Alice was going to back out.

'I'll get a towel,' Lynn said. 'And we should take our wine too.' And she reached out and took Alice by the hand. That was all it took. Next thing we knew, the three of us were headed for the bedroom.

'Homecoming,' I announced when we reached the bedroom. And then, just in case there was any misunderstanding, I explained that Homecoming was the name of the first track on the Chick Corea-Herbie Hancock album.

'Oh. Yes. Right,' Alice said.

I patted the bed, indicating for Alice to sit down.

'You want me to sit?' she said, slightly hesitantly.

'Yes. Let's start with your arms,' I said.

Alice seemed relieved that I wasn't going to get her to undress -- well, not immediately anyway. But, of course, in time, I did get her to remove her dress. With Lynn's help. 'And perhaps your bra too,' I said. 'It'll just get in the way. And then if you lie on your tummy.' Yes, the pieces were all beginning to fall into place.

When I started work on Alice's back, the muscles in her shoulders and upper back were very tense. Whether that was from moving boxes and repositioning stray items of furniture, or whether it was because she was nervous about the prospect of me giving her a massage, was difficult to say. However, after five minutes or so, she was much more relaxed, and I headed for her waist and beyond.

And then I arrived at her substantial knicker-clad bum. The knickers -- pretty as they were -- would have to go. I looked across at Lynn and raised a quizzical eyebrow. Lynn smiled and nodded. And so I gently took Alice's knickers by their waistband and... lowered them. Happily, Alice lifted her hips off the bed to make the whole business easier, and Lynn stepped in and removed the garment completely.

Recalling the wonderfully titillating shot of Angela from astern, I stepped to one side to afford Lynn a similar view of Alice's posterior. I also encouraged Alice up onto her knees. Lynn smiled and nodded.

Alice's bum was probably not as big as Angela's. But it was certainly every bit as sexy. If not more so.

I suppose it may have been at about this point that the massage crossed the line from purely therapeutic to erotic. Not that there aren't therapeutic benefits to be had from a purely erotic massage. I'm sure that all three of us felt better for my massaging of Alice's beautiful buttocks, and tracing my fingers along her butt crack, pausing each time I crossed her waiting and responsive rosebud, and then continuing along her cuntal valley. (And, yes, she was blessed with plump cunt lips.)

'Are you perhaps finding it a little warm in here?' I asked Lynn.

'Now that you mention it,' she said, 'I am feeling a little over dressed. But first, let me help make you more comfortable.'

While Lynn and I helped each other to undress, Alice turned over, spread her legs, and went to work on her own cunt.

'I'm not sure what the rules are in a situation like this,' Alice said. 'But if you are looking for somewhere to put that beautiful cock you have there, then I have a thought.'

'Let me help you make that thought a reality,' Lynn said.