The Massage

By Irish Eyes

Sometimes the greatest pleasure is gained by giving someone else pleasure.

My friend, Sean, had been having a stressful time. He is a very sensual man and loves to give massages, the kind that may or may not lead to unconventional, very sexy fun! He has some dominant characteristics which complement my submissive side, but he isn't into any real pain.

Recently, Sean wrote to a young 20-something year old lady describing in exquisite detail a wonderful date. He had been emailing her for some time and had learned that she was interested in exploring her submissive side with a willing partner. After discussing what she was looking for, he wrote her an intriguing proposal. He would meet her in a public place for dinner where they would have a chance to get to know each other. She would be able to decide if he was "safe" and if she were willing to follow him to his home. During dinner, he would need to decide if she was mature enough for the encounter he was planning, was she in tune with herself enough to understand what she really wanted, what she was willing to do, where her own limits were. It's a tricky thing, but it seems critical for anyone who wants to play around with dominant-submissive role playing. If they both agreed on the scenario, they would proceed to his house. According to his plan, she would be undressed immediately upon arrival in the living room. It would be up to Sean whether he would undress her or direct her to undress herself. It would also be possible that he would blindfold her. Then, she would be led to the massage room and helped to lie on the table, naked, face down in the face rest. He would have the room softly lit and kept warm to keep her comfortable. He proposed that he would give her a full body massage, exploring every part of her body, giving her lovely sensual pleasure. There might or might not be sex. There would always be the suggestion that he could take her if he wanted to (allowing her to enjoy the fantasy/possible reality of submissiveness). After the massage, he would take her to his bed and hold her, allowing her to relax in his arms.

Hmmmmmmmm. Just the thought of such an evening made me warm all over and aroused me. Of course, I would have loved to be the woman, but I wished him well in his adventure.

Unfortunately for Sean, it was not meant to be. The sweet young thing never responded. No email back, no phone call, no dinner, no massage!! How rude! Obviously, she wasn't the right woman. Any woman in her right mind would have seen what a beautiful sensual experience it could have been. Oh, well.

Well, after a few days of thinking about it, I decided to send my own proposal to Sean. I suggested that I would come over to his house (at an arranged time), meeting him just after he showered. I will proceed to give him a totally sensual massage (in the same manner that he can, I'm also able to give a great massage). I proposed that I may or may not be naked, but that I may need to climb on top of the massage table and straddle him in order to have enough leverage for his larger back muscles! I describe in my own exquisite detail what I would like to do with him.

He agrees (smart man!!) and we arrange for the date.

The evening of the date arrives. I call him when I am on my way and he asks me to call back when I am near his home. He has just had a shower (I love how he smells after his shower!) and is still naked. When I call back, he will go in to the massage room and lie down, having already lit the candles and oil lamps and turned on some soft music. My instructions are to let myself into his house, take off all my clothes in the living room, and quietly come find him in the massage room.

I have done my qi gong practice that afternoon. It's a form of Tai Chi and involves moving energy internally for health and wellness. I still feel energized, but calm. As I drive the last couple of miles, I take more deep breaths, allowing my own energy to move within me, opening myself to the feelings. This allows me to be in touch with my own feelings and also allows me to be able to be more aware of Sean's feelings when I give him his massage.

I park in Sean's driveway, take a deep breath, and walk up to the door. I softly open the front door (left unlocked for me) and let myself in. I close the door gently, re-locking it. I move quietly into the living room and quickly strip my clothes off. I had worn a sexy, low-cut, soft gray dress which Sean wasn't even going to see! Oh, well, it made me feel sexy, anyway. I leave my clothes, my purse on the sofa, taking off my watch and my ring as well. I walk down the hallway wearing only my earrings! The massage room door is closed, probably to keep the heat in the room. I quietly enter, closing the door behind me, and notice the setting Sean has created. The lamps are lit and there is a candle on the table where the massage lotion is kept. I smell the lingering scent of incense. Some soft music is playing at just the right volume.

Sean is lying face down on the massage table, naked, of course. Moving quietly, I walk to the opposite side of the table. Making sure my hands are warm, I let my hands touch his back gently, not massaging, just getting comfortable with him, feeling his tension. I squirt some massage lotion on my hands. Hmmm, sort of an interesting scent, I'm not sure what it is, maybe coconut. I rub some of the lotion into my hands, warming it, and start spreading the lotion onto his back. I'm still just working on the surface of his skin, not deeply massaging. As I had told him, I'm not tall enough to have good leverage from the side of the table, so I need to climb on top of the massage table. I am really trying to keep everything quiet and calm, but getting onto the table and straddling Sean's ass is awkward and I am not the most graceful woman!! I am struggling to get myself balanced- physically and metaphysically- and I sense Sean laughing very softly. Okay, I can do this, just please don't let me fall off the table and ruin the whole thing!!

I manage to get myself into place, straddling Sean's ass with my exposed pussy!! Oh, yeah, nothing sexual about this! Now, I can put my weight into getting deep into his back muscles. I massage his upper back, where he holds stress, especially between the scapulae (shoulder blades). His skin absorbs the massage lotion, so I keep adding more to my hands. Now that I'm not worried about falling off the table, I breathe deeply as I massage, feeling Sean's energy, feeling my energy. It is very calming and, at the same time, very erotic. Several times, I feel myself becoming aroused and I try to redirect that energy to reduce Sean's stress.

As I feel Sean relax, I gradually move down, massaging his lower back. I know that he carries stress in his gluteal muscles and loves to have his buttocks massaged, so I slip off of his ass, seating myself between his legs, so I can work on his ass a bit. I really am not trying to sexually arouse him, but I deeply massage his ass, avoiding any direct stimulation of his anus. Maybe some other time (I don't usually do that, but I might consider it, especially with a gentleman who will understand that I am tentative about it and not get too anxious or insecure if I change my mind). I work my warm hands along the back of his legs, loosening the hamstrings where they attach to the knees. I move further down his muscular calves, still with long slow strokes. When I get to his feet, I hesitate just a bit. I don't have a lot of experience massaging men's feet and I don't want to tickle him (ruining the calm mood). I also know that some people just really don't like their feet massaged, but I think he enjoys all type of sensual touch, so I will proceed cautiously and see how it goes.

I'm still getting little tingles of my own arousal and every now and then I have to catch my breath, but Sean seems relaxed and quiet. In fact, I think he has fallen asleep some time during the foot massage! I gracefully (this time!) slide off of the massage table and wait to see if he is just dozing. No, there are some soft snoring sounds. He seems to be out. I go back to the head of the table and gently massage his scalp a bit, lingering a bit on his ears, but keeping the pressure light (I know how arousing ear massage can be for me, but I'm just going for stress reduction now).

I wander down the hall (naked, of course) to use the bathroom and, then return quietly to the massage room and sit on a sofa. I'm in no hurry and it's quite peaceful. I just work on my own meditative breathing for a while.

After a few minutes (I've nearly lost track of time even though there is a clock in the room), Sean stirs. He looks over and sees me sitting on the futon nearby, and turns himself over onto his back, relaxing back onto the table and closing his eyes. I start with his hands this time, gently massaging his fingers individually. I work up his arms, kneading his deltoids in smooth strokes and across his chest. Again, I need leverage, so I climb back onto the table from the foot end, and move myself up between his legs. I purposefully ignore (well, not really, but I don't touch!!) his cock as I lean forward to massage his pectorals.

I don't want to tickle him, so I'm careful not to do anything around his belly. I do start massaging the tops of his legs, deep into the strong quads. Again, I enjoy doing long slow strokes with the feeling of moving chi from the top of his leg to the foot and back again. It reminds me of an exercise I do in qi gong where one feels energy between one's hands and then stretches it out and brings it back together again while breathing slowly and steadily.

As I finish working on his legs, I turn myself back around to face his trunk. Well, there is his very nice cock, still tumescent, but pretty impressive even then. I did warn him that I might give a little attention to him there, but I didn't promise it. I gently brush his cock with my hand, lifting it off of his lower belly, and lean down to kiss the head. I softly slide my tongue along the shaft, tasting, licking. I haven't said a word in nearly an hour and I quietly turn my attention to pleasuring his cock with my mouth and hands. I feel him respond (he'd have to be dead not to!!) and his cock grows in my hands. I lick and suck his balls, and feel him respond. Although this is obviously overtly sexual, I am moving very slowly and sensually. This is NOT a blow-job! This is an exquisitely sensual pleasuring of a man by a woman who really knows what she is doing (if I do say so myself). My mouth continues to move in delicious patterns around, over, up, down, sliding him into my mouth (as much as possible, though his size does limit me from taking him too far). My pleasure is achieved by giving him pleasure, by feeling him respond to me, to my hands, to my mouth, to my energy, whether I am massaging his strong back muscles or sensually stimulating his cock. My focus is on him. I am giving him everything I have tonight, not expecting anything but enjoying completely my experience of his pleasure. This is my gift to him.

It's an amazing feeling being with a man who is so relaxed and at ease with me, but at the same time, his cock is hard and aroused. From what seems like far away, I hear Sean speaking to me. "I want you to climb on top of me, slide my cock between your lips and then slide me into you". Oh, God, yes!! I know, without touching myself, that I am certainly wet enough (I've had a number of minor orgasms during the massage and especially while sucking his cock!). I slide up his body, positioning myself over him. I rub my pussy against his hard cock (now fully erect), spreading my juices over him. I rise up a bit, and impale myself on Sean's cock. He's definitely a bit bigger than most men I have had and I feel him stretching me more and more. Since I'm very wet, though, it doesn't take long for him to completely fill me. I start moving, slowly at first and then his hips start pushing upwards, driving his cock into me. I come a few million times (well, at least 2 or 3 times) and pause for air! As I lay my head on his chest, he tells me, "I'm going to slide out from under you. You lay on the table face down". Of course. One of my favorite positions with this man (okay, with many men!) is in a submissive prone position with him entering me from behind. He deftly manages (pretty gracefully considering he's been lying on the table for a while) to extricate himself, leaving me to lie down while he returns to the massage table, on top of me, pressing his cock against my vagina from the rear. I lift up my ass a bit to facilitate his entry, but my legs are stretched out between his knees and I really can't go anywhere (as if I would want to!!). Again, I am filled with Sean's velvety hard cock. This is not relaxing any more!! He slams his cock into me, over and over as I come and come. Thank goodness no one is home and the neighbors have a few walls between us and them. I am not quiet, now!! My orgasms are hard and loud, shaking me furiously. I moan and scream, totally enjoying the incredible release. I feel Sean's cock tighten as he finds his own release, filling me with hot cum. We collapse together on the table.

The massage table is not really designed to be comfortable for two (at least after all that activity) so we move into the bedroom to lie down on Sean's bed. We snuggle into a comfortable, gently entwined position, relaxing with each other. Eventually, we have a little quiet conversation, but even that is restrained, not wanting to break the mood. Sean teases me with a little nipple play, and I start to get aroused again, but we both know that the evening needs to end soon. I feel so languid, enjoying the calm energy of this man. Reluctantly, I get up from the bed and return to the living room to find my clothes. I dress while Sean puts on some clothes to walk me to my car. It has been a wonderful sensual experience.

As we walk to my car, I look up into the sky and notice the full moon rising over the horizon. I point it out to Sean and he says "That explains a lot!". I understand that this has been a magical evening. And only the tiniest part of my head tells me that it was much more than most sweet young 20-something ladies would understand, much less be able to accomplish without speaking! Only a more mature woman (such as me) can truly understand how to give this kind of pleasure, unconditionally, lovingly, using sensual energy in new ways. It is truly a gift. --

The End