NAKED Massage Revisited by Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Cover Art © 2010 by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com
NAKED Massage Revisited
Cicily's lean body lay poised on the cream colored portable massage table in her living room. Tony had neglected to leave a towel out for her to cover with. Or perhaps he had. And she simply ignored it.
"Whoa, Mrs. B? You forgot your towel," Tony said holding up the towel he had, in fact, left for Cicily.
"No. I didn't," was all she said.
Cicily lay face down on the table, but she heard no sound of movement. She imagined Tony was deciding his next move.
Cicily struggled to appear calm and in control while she waited for Tony to respond. She had never cheated before. And she certainly had never been this forward before. Not having to face Tony made it much easier to bear.
Thinking about Tony's hands and beautiful, youthful energy had been Cicily's refuge during this recent maelstrom in her marriage.
Tony enjoyed life and was very good at his job. He was light. Simple. A soothing corner in her mind as well as her living room.
****
This was not Tony's first proposition. His cock twitched automatically at the implied offer. He'd been eyeing Mrs. B's taut body every week for months. But he figured she wouldn't be willing to break her vows for him. At least, that was the impression he got. Until now.
Tony had flirted with her harmlessly, not pushing anything but his hands and elbows into her. She was his best paying client. As well as Tony knew almost every inch of her body, and was dying to experience that last bit, he wasn't sure if he should jeopardize such a free flowing stream of money.
But if he didn't, she might drop him anyway. The more seconds that ticked by while Tony's brain pondered which action to take, the more his cock became rock hard.
His body made the decision for him as he was propelled forward towards Mrs. B's naked, waiting body.
He slicked oil all around his hands and rubbed them together to create warm friction. The coconut and chamomile scent wafted and coated the air in Mrs. B's expertly decorated living room and foyer. They had experimented with a variety of scents over the months. Each combination created a different vibe. This was the one she kept coming back to again and again.
It helped relax her, he could tell. Maybe she had a memory associated with it, Tony thought.
When his hands were ready, he clicked the ipod stereo on and turned to face Mrs. B's back and backside.
"Let's get started," was all he said.
****
Cicily felt the tips of Tony's fingers graze her skin like a silk scarf. Goose bumps formed and fell away over and over as his hands danced their way across the whole of her body.
His touch pressured her tissue. Pushing. Pulling. Kneading his way deep inside. Back and forth he rubbed.
On a normal day, Cicily would lose herself in his hands. Her world would transform in her mind from the glitteringly hollow mansion she was trapped in to a soft and warm cave lit by cozy firelight. She would go in and out of consciousness, her mind drifting away in gauzy waves.
This was not a normal day. Nothing would be normal anymore. Her husband had failed her, leaving her alone and fraught to fend for herself. The sadness chained her in the present. No drifting today.
Cicily's back muscles loosened until slack. Tony's hands moved lower toward her ass. And massaged.
The tension Tony worked so hard to get out returned immediately. Excitement and fear circled in Cicily's belly. The incredulousness she felt for herself and this crazy woman she had clearly become wreaked havoc on her calm.
Tony must have sensed her change because he kept massaging her ass. He did not venture further.
Cicily was sure her little, puckered, Brazilian-waxed rosebud was winking at him as he worked her. Normally, she would be covered by Tony's towel. Not today.
Imagining Tony appreciating her body, wanting her, loosened Cicily's tension. She once again concentrated on his hands on her body. The realization that he would soon be not just on her, but in her, shot heat and energy to her cunt.
Sweet anticipation coated Cicily's pussy lips, waiting for the first touch of Tony's magical hands.
She did not have to wait long.
The first graze started at her tailbone and moved south between the smooth curves of her cheeks, tickling her anus but not lingering.
Her skin covering her entire body enlivened with the first touch of his finger at the bottom of her entrance. There, he did linger. Pausing, teasing.
Distantly, Cicily heard a moan slip out of her mouth. Tony muffled a chuckle and retired his teasing.
Instead of gentle wisps of fingertips, leaving Cicily braced and hungry for more, she felt sweet invasion. His finger swooping inside and up and down her slick slit.
His other hand rubbed her back gently, occasionally running along the sides of Cicily's breasts, calling forth even more sexual desire to her pussy.
Cicily lay motionless, feeding on her purchase. Tony's fingers graduated from tickling to pumping. She clenched his fingers, her only movement. His hand turned and plunged back and forth, his thumb hunting below for her nub. Finding it, Cicily moaned.
The shadow of shame she felt for sinking to her husband's level moved quietly outside of her attention. It was replaced with gnawing need. This beautiful boy was going to ravish her, was going to know her in a way she had not felt from a different man in over a decade.
Sexual need screamed out of her every pore. Cicily needed Tony's cock. Had to have it. She pushed her body up to signal her impatience.
****
Pre-cum trickled along the length of Tony's cock. He wanted to fuck Mrs. B as hard as possible. He wanted her lean body that he knew she spent hours sculpting in the gym.
She climbed off the table. Instead of leading him to her bedroom, she slid onto the floor right there and spread her legs for him. The image of her pussy was mouthwatering. On any other occasion, he would taste her--prime her pump even more. Today, there was no way he could ignore the call of his cock.
In a flash, Tony was on top of her, guiding himself inside her pussy, matching her intense stare with his own. He moved slowly at first, as if dancing with her. Her body wriggled and tensed.
Their gaze held for moments before she abruptly shut her eyes. Mrs. B's back arched and Tony felt her sweet cunt squeeze and undulate around his cock in ecstasy.
Tony's hips charged into Mrs. B's with fierce lust. He pushed up and cupped her luscious breast, real and tan. Her rose colored nipple emerged to its point.
He sucked it hard while pounding her. He pulled his head up, her nipple caught purposely in his teeth. Mrs. B gave a loud moan that morphed into the word 'please'. He let it go and worked on her other nipple. She begged again, drawing out seemingly unlimited manly lust from Tony.
He surprised even himself with his unending pounding. Slippery math floated in his head. A week. It had been a week.
He had never gone this long. And the one time he does, his favorite client beckons with her exquisite body and desperate need. What are the odds, Tony thought.
Mrs. B's breasts jiggled up and down with each stroke. Their hips crashed again and again as she pulled him deeper inside her womb.
Pain seared his back as his skin ripped under her nails. Her moans grew to shrieks, echoing up to the thirty foot high, intricately carved ceiling.
He loved Mrs. B's house. He loved her body. He loved her pussy. He loved everything as he exploded, hot and sticky deep within her melting cunt.
His pounding slowed. Tension floated out of his body as the orgasm subsided. Tony pushed up, grinning at Mrs. B. She smiled sweetly and cupped his face in her hands.
Her face went through a myriad of emotions ranging from gratitude to embarrassment. Her mouth opened, closed again. Finally, she pulled him in for a kiss. Her soft, plush lips landed on his and her tongue pushed into his mouth urgently.
Tony enjoyed the kiss. He kept it going, unsure of how long Mrs. B wanted to keep this up. Her tongue retreated and her head lay back on the floor.
Alarm snapped Tony's attention away from their physical union as he caught sight of his watch. His next appointment was across town. He flashed his best charming smile and gave Mrs. B a quick peck on the lips.
"Not to hurry this along, but I need to be heading out. I didn't know we were… I'll schedule it different next time?" Tony's voice floated up on the last words, positing the question for Mrs. B.
He utterly hoped she would say yes. She had hungrily hugged his cock and took a beating throughout. It was some of the best sex he'd ever had.
"Yes, next week. Same time," she answered.
He pulled out gingerly and hopped up youthfully. He ventured to the guest bath and cleaned up before returning to the living room.
He dressed, packed his table and oils away, and went to hug Mrs. B.
"Tony, there's no need for that. Here's for today," Mrs. B said as she stood naked holding crisp bills in her outstretched hand.
"Whoa, thanks, Mrs. B. My pleasure," Tony said as he went in for the hug anyway.
See you Thursday."
Mrs. B turned and walked down the mile long hallway to the master bedroom beyond. Tony shrugged and congratulated himself on another satisfied client.
NAKED Massage Revisited
By Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Cover Art © 2010 by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com
All rights reserved.
Also available from Romantic Words Publishing:
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--NAKED Cheerleader and other stories (NAKED Anthology #1) by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Bytes (NAKED Anthology #2) by Kendall Swan
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--NAKED Neighbor by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Housecleaning by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Restaurant Critic by Kendall Swan
--NAKED Santa by Kendall Swan
--**NEW**NAKED Hairdresser by Kendall Swan
GRAND PLEASURE STATION Series:
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 1 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
--Grand Pleasure Station Part 2 (Feature Article Series) by Kendall Swan
MEMOIR OF Series:
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World by Kendall Swan
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Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
RomWords@gmail.com
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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