Continuing Story for a wonderful friend Pt 13
Part 13
... “It is wrong that you give and have never received, so wrong. Would you like a massage then Jane?”
“Yes Master”, the worlds come slowly from your mouth, partly because someone has offered to give you a massage (and knowing that if I have offered to massage you, it would not be a quick and pointless massage) and partly due to the pleasure and experiences of the last few hours, have been somewhat overwhelming, and your mind is still enjoying what pleasures that have happened, but also thinking of others....you have shared your desires with Master and hope that at least some will be realised....as the thoughts of recent pleasures and possible future pleasures fill your mind. The hand that was caressing your thigh has moved slowly up your beautiful body, still warm from the shower and our pleasures, Master’s fingers running slowly through your wet hair, as you lay on your back on your bed. Leaning from my position sat naked on the edge of the bed, kissing you gently on the lips....the thought, ”is this where Master now ties me to the bed and we have more fun”, goes through your mind, not because you don’t want it to happen, but because you do and don’t at the same time....your question is answered, when the kiss ends.
“For now there is no Master...Jane, for now there is you and me and you to be giving a massage, that you should have been given before....this is about you enjoying something you want. And if no one else was willing to give you want you want, how can I not give you that...pleasure is about sharing and giving.”
Getting up from the bed, with a last caress as my hand moves from your hair and delicately runs over your neck and shoulder.
“I’ll just light the candles, then get something to drink for us. Just lay back and enjoy this time is for you.” As I leave the bed, you roll over, and try to get comfortable....but laying there as you watch me light the candles...the scent from them slowly filling the room....then retrieving a bottle and a box from the bag I had taken the candles from, you find it difficult to relax.
‘This isn’t right...I should be doing something’, this thought becomes more and pushes the other thoughts from your mind, the pleasures of the last few hours and your imaginations of what is yet to come. Once the candles are all gently throwing their flickering light, I walk to the bedroom door, close it, walk to the window and close the blinds and the pull the curtains shut. Though it is still only about mid afternoon, actual time having past being relevant when we met, so long or such a short time ago...The room, your bedroom now only filled with the light of candles. Now by your bed, you watch as I open the box that I had taken out of my bag with a bottle and take out two wine glasses, but not wine glasses, champagne flutes....
“Sorry Jane, I wasn’t sure if you had the right glasses for this occasion, hope you don’t mind.” Then placing the glasses on the floor, I remove the cork from the bottle....slowly twisting and lifting, so there is not a explosion of champagne from the bottle. A gentle pop is heard as the cork comes free, saving the bubbles for the drinking. Taking one glass I pour some of the champagne then place it aside, pour the next glass, then place the bottle aside.
Raising a glass for you to take, I take the other in my other hand, sitting up you take your glass...
“Well meeting would deserve a celebration don’t you think Jane.”
The gentle chink of the glasses as they meet and the candle-lit atmosphere of the room, relaxes you more. It is right, it is wonderful, and it is ok to be the one pampered.
“Think someone said they would like a massage....well, who am I to refuse a beautiful woman”. Taking your glass I place it on the floor, and then move to the bottom of your bed.
As you lay on the bed, and begin to relax, you feel my hands on your ankles, softly laying my hands on both your ankles...then slowly and gently moving up your calves, but with the gentle of contact, my hands barely touching, but bring such sensations that make you breath so deeply, and sends a shiver through your body. The slow and delicate caress of your calves continues...
“Just relax and enjoy Jane, this is about you, and only you.”
As you here the words, the hands leave your calves....why!! you want more. Then after a few seconds the hands return, taking one foot gently in oiled hands your massage begins. Your foot is held and caressed, my hands gently rubbing all over your foot, moving to your ankle. Both hands embracing gently your ankle, slowly moving up and down, moving higher. Now my hands separate, as my thumbs meet and slide up your calf muscle as my fingers embrace and move with my thumbs. All your sensations now centred on one part of your body, the feel of the gentle massage....”God....why have I never felt this before!!”, your mind screams out, with voice.
My hands then leave you, only to return to your other ankle, and slowly caress and massage as before. You feel the bed move as I raise from the floor to continue to massage. Both my hands now above your knee and slowly moving up your leg, circling and moving slowly down, my fingers pressing against your thigh just enough to give pressure...a pleasure that you are unused to, a pleasure that is your’s and given to you.....
... “It is wrong that you give and have never received, so wrong. Would you like a massage then Jane?”
“Yes Master”, the worlds come slowly from your mouth, partly because someone has offered to give you a massage (and knowing that if I have offered to massage you, it would not be a quick and pointless massage) and partly due to the pleasure and experiences of the last few hours, have been somewhat overwhelming, and your mind is still enjoying what pleasures that have happened, but also thinking of others....you have shared your desires with Master and hope that at least some will be realised....as the thoughts of recent pleasures and possible future pleasures fill your mind. The hand that was caressing your thigh has moved slowly up your beautiful body, still warm from the shower and our pleasures, Master’s fingers running slowly through your wet hair, as you lay on your back on your bed. Leaning from my position sat naked on the edge of the bed, kissing you gently on the lips....the thought, ”is this where Master now ties me to the bed and we have more fun”, goes through your mind, not because you don’t want it to happen, but because you do and don’t at the same time....your question is answered, when the kiss ends.
“For now there is no Master...Jane, for now there is you and me and you to be giving a massage, that you should have been given before....this is about you enjoying something you want. And if no one else was willing to give you want you want, how can I not give you that...pleasure is about sharing and giving.”
Getting up from the bed, with a last caress as my hand moves from your hair and delicately runs over your neck and shoulder.
“I’ll just light the candles, then get something to drink for us. Just lay back and enjoy this time is for you.” As I leave the bed, you roll over, and try to get comfortable....but laying there as you watch me light the candles...the scent from them slowly filling the room....then retrieving a bottle and a box from the bag I had taken the candles from, you find it difficult to relax.
‘This isn’t right...I should be doing something’, this thought becomes more and pushes the other thoughts from your mind, the pleasures of the last few hours and your imaginations of what is yet to come. Once the candles are all gently throwing their flickering light, I walk to the bedroom door, close it, walk to the window and close the blinds and the pull the curtains shut. Though it is still only about mid afternoon, actual time having past being relevant when we met, so long or such a short time ago...The room, your bedroom now only filled with the light of candles. Now by your bed, you watch as I open the box that I had taken out of my bag with a bottle and take out two wine glasses, but not wine glasses, champagne flutes....
“Sorry Jane, I wasn’t sure if you had the right glasses for this occasion, hope you don’t mind.” Then placing the glasses on the floor, I remove the cork from the bottle....slowly twisting and lifting, so there is not a explosion of champagne from the bottle. A gentle pop is heard as the cork comes free, saving the bubbles for the drinking. Taking one glass I pour some of the champagne then place it aside, pour the next glass, then place the bottle aside.
Raising a glass for you to take, I take the other in my other hand, sitting up you take your glass...
“Well meeting would deserve a celebration don’t you think Jane.”
The gentle chink of the glasses as they meet and the candle-lit atmosphere of the room, relaxes you more. It is right, it is wonderful, and it is ok to be the one pampered.
“Think someone said they would like a massage....well, who am I to refuse a beautiful woman”. Taking your glass I place it on the floor, and then move to the bottom of your bed.
As you lay on the bed, and begin to relax, you feel my hands on your ankles, softly laying my hands on both your ankles...then slowly and gently moving up your calves, but with the gentle of contact, my hands barely touching, but bring such sensations that make you breath so deeply, and sends a shiver through your body. The slow and delicate caress of your calves continues...
“Just relax and enjoy Jane, this is about you, and only you.”
As you here the words, the hands leave your calves....why!! you want more. Then after a few seconds the hands return, taking one foot gently in oiled hands your massage begins. Your foot is held and caressed, my hands gently rubbing all over your foot, moving to your ankle. Both hands embracing gently your ankle, slowly moving up and down, moving higher. Now my hands separate, as my thumbs meet and slide up your calf muscle as my fingers embrace and move with my thumbs. All your sensations now centred on one part of your body, the feel of the gentle massage....”God....why have I never felt this before!!”, your mind screams out, with voice.
My hands then leave you, only to return to your other ankle, and slowly caress and massage as before. You feel the bed move as I raise from the floor to continue to massage. Both my hands now above your knee and slowly moving up your leg, circling and moving slowly down, my fingers pressing against your thigh just enough to give pressure...a pleasure that you are unused to, a pleasure that is your’s and given to you.....
10 years ago