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From: Shelby Bush <stbush@iglou.com>
Subject: A Gentle Massage for Diana [M/F]
Date: Mon, 26 Aug 1996 13:47:05 GMT

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		     A Gentle Massage for Diana
				  by
			     Tom Bombadil
			     (c) Aug 1996

	Diana walked back into the office after her early lunch break
looking for her assistant. He was in the back room, digging out some
old casebook files for her, working up a sweat.

	She admired him for a few seconds, watching the play of
muscles over his broad back and the tightening and flexing of his ass
and thighs. <Oh, so nice to look at, but so young, so young... > He
was all of twenty, strong, hard-bodied, intelligent, good-looking, and
fairly mature. He understood that a woman wanted to be loved, not
lusted after, something many men never learned.

	<If only... > Her musings were interrupted when he turned
around, suddenly realizing someone was there.

	"Ms. Aramis, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come in."

	"That's all right William. I was just coming to check on your
progress with the Thornburg files we need."

	"Oh, just fine. I'll be finished digging them out in another
hour." He looked around for a few seconds. "Then again, maybe two or
three would be closer."

	"That will be fine. I need them for Monday afternoon, so
there's no great rush. I do have one chore I need you to handle for me
today, since I'll be leaving early. I'd like you to order two dozen
red roses and have them delivered to my house sometime between seven
and eight."

	"No problem. Is there a special occasion?"

	"No, not really. It's just that... well, I'm planning for a
special night with my husband. Between my work and his, we don't get
nearly enough time together, so tonight will be just for us."

	"Consider it done."

	He handled these types of requests well. He was conscientious
about his job, and knew that sometimes handling personal details for
his bosses was considered part and parcel of his duties. He was one of
the best assistants she'd had in her fifteen years with the firm.

	"Thanks William. I've got a number of errands to run this
afternoon, so I'll be leaving around two. Why don't you book off after
you finish digging out those files and get an early start on the
weekend as well."

	"Thank you. That'll certainly help."

	Diana knew he was in a big rush today, trying to get out of
town to see his girlfriend. An extra hour or so head start on the
Friday crawl would make several hours difference in his time with her
this evening. <Oh, to be so young and energetic again... >

	Sometimes all the pressures from work and home rode her hard,
making her feel like an ancient, tired old crone. She knew, at
thirty-eight, she was *not* old and over the hill. With her mature
good looks and still-attractive body she could have almost any man she
wanted. Even William sometimes let his eyes roam a little too freely,
lustfully eyeing his boss when he thought she wasn't looking.

	Whenever she thought of those looks, an unexplained thrill
went through her body, tightening her nipples and heating her groin.
<God, fantasizing about kids now.>

	Almost. Her two, Arthur and Jenine, were now fifteen and
eighteen respectively. Both were out of town for the week and not
expected back until Monday.


	At two o'clock sharp she booked out, moving quickly. She had
several stops to make before her appointment at the massage parlor.

	First, the wine store. A nice, fairly expensive bottle of good
French champagne, one they both really liked.

	That's how he'd hooked her in the first place, all those years
ago. He'd take her to these fancy clubs, dancing with her, feeding
her exotic foods, and plying her with champagne until it ran out her
ears. Oh, what wonderful times those were. And he was always such a
gentleman. He never took advantage of her. Sometimes she'd almost have
to rape him before he'd satisfy her. He'd get her so horny with his
looks, his body, his words, caresses, and kisses, that she was almost
ready to fuck a football team, and he wouldn't touch her because she
was half drunk!

	Next, the body shop for some strawberry-flavoured scented
self-warming massage oil. She'd give her hubby the royal treatment
tonight. Add in a couple of sandalwood candles, and off to the next
store.

	She simply adored massages herself. Something about all that
close, intimate touching and fondling simply got her hot. Maybe it was
the fact that she was almost always naked, or near enough not to
matter, when she received one. Maybe it was because her masseur was
the most handsome and sexiest man in the world.

	Her second-to-last stop before her massage was her favourite
lingerie shop. There she picked out a beautiful new hot-pink satin
teddy with matching garter belt and stockings. This should turn up the
heat at home.

	After almost twenty years of marriage, two kids, and a hectic
career, it was sometimes surprising to her that she and her husband
were still in love. It took a fair bit of work, to be sure, but he was
worth it, and he tried, too. Even when she worked late every night,
then worked Saturdays and Sundays as well, he still greeted her with a
kiss and a smile. Just her luck to get a warm, caring, attentive,
loving, understanding man the first time around.

	Last stop, Fisherman's Wharf. Two fresh lobsters and two dozen
oysters still in their shells. Everything else needed for dinner
tonight was already home.

	Lobster and oysters. That's what they'd had on their first
anniversary. She could still vividly remember that evening, almost two
decades ago, sitting on the balcony of the penthouse shortly after
dinner, looking out over the moonlit Mediterranean Sea, curled up in
that ridiculously small chair with him, just touching and caressing
each other, letting the world flow by without any cares or worries,
enjoying the wonderful feeling of simply being together.

	Now, after almost twenty years together, it was much harder to
capture those elusive feelings. Maybe there were too many trials and
tribulations in their lives, too many small crises behind them, so
much work, so little time. That's why she'd decided to start making
special times, just for themselves, with no work and no worry.
Perhaps on their next anniversary they'd go back to that hotel and
relive their first again...

	It was harder than before, because now her hubby worked late
Friday and Saturday all the time. That only left Sunday together, and
Sunday was the day they'd reserved for the kids. This meant even less
time for themselves.


	She got to the massage parlor a few minutes early, paid her
fee, and spent the extra time inspecting herself in the mirror,
performing a critical review. Black hair, cut in a short, efficient,
easy to care for style. Dark brown eyes, still sparkling and glowing.
Cheeks still with a slight flush (no, that was anticipating Roberto,
and her massage). Same for the slightly reddened lips. Her pussy lips
were also slightly reddened and puffy, she noticed. <What, no, wait,
back to the review, keep your mind off that man... for now.>

	<Okay.> Breasts, pale and creamy, with a hint of sag, but
those size `B's were still riding high. Belly a touch rounded, a bit
too much flesh on the backside and thighs. Time to get back into
aerobics. Maybe one of those home fitness machines as well. Maybe
that was part of the problem. Still, overall, a good looking lady
standing 5'6" tall in her bare feet.

	Maybe it was time to start looking and acting like a sexy lady
again. That person staring back at her from the mirror looked exactly
like how she felt - a middle-aged professional woman working hard at
her career and leaving little time for the niceties of life. Was this
how the other women got started on their affairs? Their husbands
working hard on careers and forgetting about the ladies in their
lives, simply taking them for granted? Is that what she was doing to
her husband?

	The little light came on indicating that the massage room was
empty and waiting for her.

	"It's time, again", she whispered to herself. Now her breath
was a little faster, her heart rate increasing, her nipples getting
hard, and a strange sensation was rolling around in her groin. This
happened every Friday - at least every Friday for the last three
years, ever since she started getting massages here from Roberto. The
first time he gave her a massage here she was so shocked that she
hadn't returned for three weeks. Since then, she'd only ever missed
one afternoon session, and that was because of a family emergency.

	She walked into the other room with only a towel for company,
bare breasts gleaming in the subdued light, black bush glinting with
dewy highlights. Oh, how she's been looking forward to this! Diana lay
face down on the massage table, draped the towel over her bottom, and
cushioned her head on her forearms. She lay there, anticipating his
arrival, getting more excited and wet by the minute.

	Finally he was there. She couldn't help staring at him,
devouring him with her eyes.

	He was of Spanish ancestry, tall, dark and handsome. Six foot
three, black hair, large, liquid brown eyes, slender face, broad
muscular shoulders still tapering down to a narrow waist, which topped
a strong, firm, well-built pair of hips and an ass worthy of
adulation. His legs were long, strong and muscular, with well-defined
everything. <God, forty-two, and he still has a body to die for.>

	She also knew he had a nice big thick juicy cock just full of
jism, and it would soon be all hers. She squirmed a bit, clenching her
thighs together, just thinking about how close that man-tool would be
to her mouth and pussy. <And in a little while... No, enough of this,
I'm horny enough already!>

	"Would madame care for a regular massage, or would madame
prefer the full-body massage?"

	"I think I'd like the full-body massage today, thank you."

	This is what she'd asked for ever since she first came here.
She knew that she was the only one of his customers ever to be asked
if she wanted the full-body treatment. Hers was the only body caressed
and handled in that special way by him in this room.

	All he was wearing today were those tight black spandex shorts
of his, and, looking at that bulge in front, it looks like he's been
anticipating this session as much as she was. <Enough! Get your mind
out of the gutter, at least for a few more minutes!> She watched him
remove his wedding band and put it on a side table. Hers was sitting
in her purse in the change room.

	He began, as usual, standing just to her left, right in front
of her face, by warming up some oil on his hands before applying it to
her neck and shoulders. She couldn't help staring at it, just inches
away, that huge lump in his shorts that was beckoning to her, calling
its siren song of lust. She resisted the temptation to reach out and
grab it, at least for now, suppressing a whimper of frustration.

	Stepping away from her face <he HAD to have been standing
there on purpose, right?> and down to her waist, he began his massage.
It started with a slow, gentle rub on her neck and shoulders, applying
the heated and scented oil liberally to her skin, smoothing it to a
fine film of slipperiness, preparing her for the firmer pressure to
come. Then across her shoulders to her upper arms, down her sides,
just touching the exposed parts of her breasts, reversing and
returning up to her back. More oil, and hands caressing and circling
from her spine to her sides, slowly moving down to the small of her
back, pushing away the towel, until they were just about to touch her
bottom, then they stopped. This time she did whimper quietly, bottom
just barely moving, rising off the bench in search of that elusive
contact. She collected herself and settled back down, knowing he
wouldn't continue until she was still again.

	This time he started with her feet, spending a great deal of
energy on her toes, her arches, and her heels. He was so good she
didn't even giggle, even though her feet were extremely ticklish. It
felt so good. More oil again, and her calves received the same
treatment, getting rubbed, kneaded, twisted, pulled, and gently beaten
to a soft, relaxed, pulp. Those fingers were so gentle, yet so
strong...

	Still more oil, this time on the backs of her legs, as he ran
his hands up from her knees to almost touching her ass, even sometimes
tickling the hairs in her crotch, but never quite touching those
places she most desperately wanted him to. <Please, please, do me now,
I neeeeed it!> His attentions moved up higher, slowly inching closer
to where she wanted him, then sliding under her towel, pushing it out
of the way and working on her ass. <Oh yes! More! Lower please, on my
pussy!>

	His fingers stayed away from that moist haven between her
legs, coming close, but never quite close enough, even when her hips
involuntarily jerked upwards looking for some intimate contact. Then
her towel fell on the floor, unnoticed by either of them, as he moved
higher, onto her back again, this time working hard into her muscles,
digging out all the tension and stress and letting it flow away. She
melted a little, settling onto the table, suspending her need and
hunger for a time while his massage moved farther from her pleasure
centre.

	He finished off this part of the massage at her neck again,
gently squeezing out the week's accumulation of doubts and worries. If
this was all, she would be quite content. But she knew much better
things were coming <or would soon be cumming>.

	Time to flip over. She did, and he pulled her higher until her
head was resting on the padded adjustable headrest. Lying there, eyes
closed, legs spread slightly, knees splayed, she was completely naked
and exposed, wide open and available for his gaze, or anything else.
There were small drips of moisture travelling from her pussy, down her
ass, and splashing onto the table. She could feel them, and knew he
could smell her juices anywhere in the room.

	With her eyes closed, she couldn't see him, but she could hear
him somewhere behind her head, fumbling around with something. Her
headrest was being adjusted now, tilting back, arching her neck,
leaving her completely vulnerable to his attentions. He warmed some
more oil in his hands and caressed her neck softly and gently, pushing
those knots of frustration and worry down into her body, leaving
behind nothing but relaxation and warmth.

	When his hands moved to her shoulders and upper chest, she
opened her eyes a little. There it was, right in front of her face,
just as she remembered, magnificent, jutting proudly out from his
loins, with those big nuts hanging down below in their fleshy
wrapping, just waiting to pump her full of that cream she now so
desperately needed.

	"Please. Please!" she whimpered, opening her mouth and begging
for him to put it inside. A moment later his hands and fingers slid up
and over her breasts, fingers bouncing over her nipples, then palms
dragging across, causing such an electric jolt inside her that her
back arched and her hips thrust forward, looking for something that
wasn't yet there.

	She whimpered "Pleeeeeease!", pleading for him to give her
what she needed. After another long moment he did, moving forward and
sliding the head of his prick into her mouth. She moaned with joy,
happily suckling on his member. <Yes! Yes!! Mine!!>

	Relaxing her throat, she sucked and licked his cock.
Eventually he would be sliding it down her throat, she knew, but it
would be when he was ready and wanted to. Everything that happened in
this room was always under his complete control, including her and her
body. She would cum when he wanted her to, not before, and he would
spurt his seed whenever and wherever he desired. This was what Diana's
body was here for.

	The massage continued, with him running his hands up and down
her stomach and sides, over her ribs, under her arms, across her chest
and over her mounds. He paid a lot of attention to her breasts and
nipples, caressing and kneading them gently, pulling and pinching her
nipples, sometimes licking or sucking on them as well. All the time he
was pumping into her mouth, sometimes shallowly, sometimes pushing his
9" rod deep into her throat. She was in heaven, swallowing when she
could, breathing when she could, letting him fuck her mouth and throat
however he wanted. Last week it was fast, furious, and hard, pumping a
load down her throat in a couple of minutes. Today he was taking his
time, being gentle, going slow, drawing out his pleasure and hers,
since he would play with her breasts until he came.

	She could feel his prick swelling, the head getting bigger and
tighter as he was about to climax. A low, moaning sound rose from deep
in her throat as she anticipated what was about to happen. He started
pumping hard and fast, then suddenly pushed his rod deep in her
throat, depositing his first thick stream of cum in her gullet.
Pulling back, he pumped into her mouth, filling it with shot after
shot of his salt/sour spunk. She swallowed and swallowed, taking in
all she could, sucking the last dribbles from his prick when he quit
spurting.

	Finally, completely spent, he pulled out of her mouth. She
whimpered at this, wanting her soother back. Now it was time for
regular massage again, at least for a while. Oh, she was so hot and
horny now, she needed him real bad. It was a hard fight to keep from
reaching over and fingering herself, knowing she could bring herself
off in just a few seconds. That was something Roberto never permitted
in his massage room. The only time she'd ever succumbed to this
temptation, he'd finished off the regular massage and sent her home
without any of the special treatment she so needed. That afternoon and
evening had been the longest of her life, waiting for her husband to
come home and the kids to go to bed so she could jump on him and fuck
him ragged. She swore that she'd never ever touch herself in that
massage room again.

	Those hands of his continued the massage over her belly and
down her sides, kneading and caressing her muscles. More oil, then he
started in on her hips and upper thighs. He spent more time there,
digging deep, pulling away all the strain. Again more oil, this time
going farther down her legs, working along the tops of them, and
finally giving her feet another brief, intense rubdown.

	More oil, but this time he went to work on the inside of her
thighs, spreading her legs wide and lifting one knee over his shoulder
to give him unimpeded access to all of her upper leg. He was now
straddling the table, sitting with her left leg over his shoulder and
her right leg over his thigh and wrapped behind his ass.

	With her head still tilted back, she couldn't see what was
happening, but she knew that his bare and re-hardened prick would be
sitting just inches away from her sopping, over-heated pussy. She
wouldn't even be allowed to slide down the table to get closer to what
she most desired.

	He continued his massage of her legs, this time seemingly a
little careless, as his hands occasionally brushed or bumped her mound
and pussy lips. Each time this happened, large jolts of sensation ran
through her, running from her clit out to her fingers and toes, then
returning to implode in her vagina, causing it to clench in
frustration. He switched legs on occasion, moving the one he was
currently working on up to his shoulder.

	She was whimpering with lust and frustration now, beyond
caring about the outside world. She needed to cum in the worst way and
he was doing nothing but teasing her. And then... and then...

	<Yes! Oh yes! Oh GHOD YES!> Two fingers were being firmly
pushed up into her twat, sliding in quickly and easily. Diana started
climaxing immediately, shaking her head back and forth and moaning
softly. Her vagina was spasming around his fingers, clutching and
grabbing at them, trying to pull them up into her womb. Oh, this felt
so good after such a long build-up. As usual during the throes of her
climax, she hardly moved. Her hands grabbed the edge of the table and
her hips thrust themselves onto those fingers, rapidly pushing up and
down to try and draw out the intense pleasure of the moment. He played
inside her for a few minutes, waiting for her to come back to earth,
then pulled out.

	She felt him move away from her on the table. He then placed
both her legs over his shoulders. Soon she felt his hot breath on her
pussy mound, and whined a bit in anticipation of what she knew was
coming.

	It was slow, at first, his gentle licking of her pubic area,
but it was thorough. No part of her was missed. If she hadn't just had
an intense orgasm, she'd be into another one by now. It felt
wonderful, and she knew he would keep it up until she was ready to cum
again.

	He licked and sucked on her pussy lips, then slid his tongue
deep inside to lick at the creamy juices there, then out again to roam
up over her clit or down to her anus, tickling and caressing the skin,
sometimes nibbling with his lips. It was driving her to distraction,
rebuilding her need and want for a climax. Her nipples were aching for
attention as well, but she knew better than to touch them, because if
she did, he'd stop and leave her high and dry.

	Panting heavily, chest heaving, she was nearing another orgasm
when he stopped and pulled away from her. Whimpering, almost crying
her disapproval, she felt him move up to her. With her knees pushed
back almost to her shoulders, she could sense him rising over top of
her. <It's about damned time! I NEED you inside me NOW!>

	As he pushed into her, slowly and deliberately, she could feel
every inch of him as he sank deeper and deeper, until her clit was
trapped up against his pubic hairs and his balls pressed against her
ass. <Just stay like that for a minute, please! It feels soooo
gooood!>

	Rolling his hips slightly, he stayed deep inside for several
minutes, rotating around his shaft to produce some interesting
movements at the end of her vagina. She wrapped her legs around his
waist, locking her ankles behind his ass to keep him inside, really
enjoying the almost tickling sensation of those tiny movements from
the head of his prick.

	Now he was done with the preliminaries, she knew, and took a
deep breath in anticipation of what was to follow. Would it be hard
and fast, slow and gentle, or somewhere in between today? She could
never tell from his mood or manner how things would go.

	He started with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way
out, leaving just the head held by her vaginal entrance, then all the
way in, as deep as possible, the tip of his head sometimes touching
her cervix. <Oh, yes, just like that, deeper, faster!> It felt so
delicious, rippling all along her cunt and into her clit, sensations
coming from so deep inside they touched her primal instincts, causing
her hips to flex and buck back at his thrusts, wanting more and more
of him inside her.

	Then he was pounding harder and faster, shortening his
strokes, changing the angle of his penetration a little, dragging her
clit around, knowing how quickly this would bring her off. She was in
ecstasy now, completely oblivious to everything except the extreme
pleasures being generated in her crotch by this fuck machine on top of
her. He was driving deep now, pistoning in and out and building that
knot buried inside her groin, the one that would soon explode. This
was why she kept returning, this need for his cock and his spunk.

	She was hanging there, right on the edge, just waiting,
drawing out those wonderful feelings, hoping to hold out until she
could feel him squirting inside. It was not to be, this time, because
he suddenly grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples. The shock sent
her over, gasping for breath, feeling her entire body rise up to meet
this climax, arching up off the table.

	Shaking her head from side to side again, her hips pounding up
onto him on their own, her hand grabbing and frigging her clit to
extend her climax and drive it higher, feeling her cunt grabbing and
pulling at his cock, she was now trying to suck the sperm right out of
him.

	Seconds later, she felt him drive deep inside and hold there,
spasming and pumping all that jism almost into her womb. This sent her
over again, her hand still rubbing her clit, his hands kneading her
breasts and pinching and pulling her nipples. <Oh my lord god
YESSSS!!!>

	It was impossible for her to tell how long she stayed in that
place of ultimate pleasure. Possibly a few seconds, possibly hours. It
was timeless, formless, and empty of all but the most intense physical
delight. She didn't even register the individual sensations - they
simply melted together into one giant orgasmic whole, containing the
sum of her being for those untimeable instants.

	Then she was back, sliding slowly into the real world, feeling
his cock still jerking and spunking deep inside, slowing her hand,
breathing deeply, letting the washes of pleasure course through her
body, relishing the deep carnal satiation that comes from a really
good, intense fuck. Oh, how she loved this.

	After a short mellow period, with caressing and kissing from
both sides, it was over for this session. He helped clean her up with
some warm damp towels, wiping her all over, and she reciprocated by
sucking his cock into her mouth and licking it clean of all vestiges
of their lovemaking session.

	He climbed back into his shorts, started the fan to clear the
air of the scent of sex, and began his cleanup, getting ready for his
next client. She walked off into the dressing room.

				* * *

	Diana poked her head back into the massage room for a second,
just long enough to throw a kiss at her Latin lover and give him a
quick message.

	"Oh, by the way Roberto, I'll have a surprise waiting for you
when you get home."

	The tall, dark, handsome man smiled at his wife, wondering
what kind of deviltry she would be up to tonight.

				<FIN>