THE MASSAGE

The room was warm, music low, and the soft scent of lavender filled the air.  Mitch pulled back the sheets on the table, half hoping they wouldn't be needed.  He had seen her walking into the changing room to strip out of the modest dress she was wearing.  It did it's best to hide her shapely curves, but in the end failed.  His imagination had gone into overdrive at the idea of this conservative woman stripped down on his table.

She entered the room at last, smiling softly at him as she looked around the room for instructions.

"Take off the robe, hang it there on the wall and lay face down on the table."  His smile was soft, but his words firm.  She looked at him and chewed her lip, but then took off the robe and draped it on the hook.

Her arms went naturally to cover herself as she moved to the table, laying down and looking for something to cover herself.  "Is there a sheet or..."

"You don't need to worry about that.  We wont be disturbed here, it's just us and I will take care to be as sensitive as I can be."  His tone was soft as he took her hand hand helped her stretch out on the table."

"o..ok."  Her voice trembled just a bit, her hand was soft and smooth.  She gripped his hand more from nervous energy than the need for balance.  He had no idea why someone so naturally beautiful could be so scared to be displayed.

Mitch took his place at the head of the table, picking up the hot stones and laying one after the other along her spine.  Her pur of delight made him smile as her body noticeably relaxed.  His fingers,  now slick with oil, moved over her shoulders and neck.  His thumbs working small circles along the path of her muscles.

The smooth feel of her skin under his rough palms was almost hypnotic.  He explored her with slow intention.  Working his fingers against the muscles, smoothing them and kneading her as he took in the true beauty of the woman.  Sliding his oiled palms up to her shoulders and down her back.  His fingertips pressing along her flesh, working away the stress of the day.  He couldn't help bu notice the swell of his cock as he reached her lower back.

Moving around to the side of the bed, he took time to press the palm of his hand hard along her spine, hearing the low gasped groan of release as the muscles flattened and then loosened under his skilled touch.  He couldn't wait any longer, working his way up to her round cheeks.  She trembled as he did, but he didn't stop.  Each small motion of his fingers across her flesh made his heart race in his chest.  Though he growled when her panties stopped his exploration.  She tensed a bit and he knew she had heard it.

"I can not work your muscles fully with these on."  He didn't ask, didn't care.  Mitch hooked his fingers in her waistband and pushed her panties down her hips.  He could see her visibly shudder at the action, but he didnt stop until her panties were tossed to the floor.

Mitch straddled her legs, and watched as she gripped the top of the table with her hands and bit her lip.  Taking the oil and applying it to his hand, warming it up as his eyes roamed the curve of her cheek.  Gripping her at the knees and sliding his way up her leg.  His cock jumped and ached when his thumbs brushed across her lips, feeling the collection of moist heat gathered there.

This was going to be a very happy ending for them both.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Happy Ending Massage Table

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