But I Smile Anyway…

I stood, nervously, at the window. This was my first time, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. They had told me to strip, and wear the towelling robe in the bathroom, and that I was to wait for him to come.

I started, as I heard the handle twist, seconds after a light knock at the door. Oh my, this was it! Was I going to be able to do this? Could I go through with this? I hadn’t been touched, in this way, by anyone. Heck, I was afraid to touch myself. But, the time had come. No going back.

There he stood, all brute, sinewy arms ending in large, but surprisingly delicate looking hands. All he had on was a pair of white linen trousers. He indicated to the bed, and told me to take off the robe, and lie down.

How was I going to do this? I’d never met this man before, and now I had to stand, or lie, naked in front of him! He glanced over, and maybe sensing my nerves, he turned round. I quickly dived onto the bed, and grabbing the crisp, white sheet that had been at the food of the bed, I lay down, on my front, and covered myself.

I heard the pop of something, like a lid, and then I felt his presence, nearing me. Gently the sheet was lifted down, uncovering my shoulders, slowly sliding off my back, and resting on the hills of my curvaceous behind.

I gasped, holding my breath, as I felt the first touch, a firm, but gentle stroke along my shoulders and it followed down the centre of my spine, to the small of my back. Again, it happened, with a smoothness I wasn’t expecting from such a muscular man.

My waist felt the feathery touch and I was almost afraid to breathe out. My insides tensing in a way I had never experienced before. It continued like this for a few moments before and I began to relax. I felt myself sinking into the downy softness of the bed, melting almost, becoming as one with the bed.

The sheet was moved slowly down further, exposing me further to the world. I bit my lip, as I heard him pour something onto his hands. Then the warmth of those very hands, kneading my ass. I bit my lip, and gasped involuntarily as I felt his fingers reaching closer and closer to my core. It was molten, I was liquid. Dear God why had I never had this before?

I squirmed slightly, hoping for accidental contact… his fingers, my desire… Every sweep, every movement seemed to inch closer and closer…

“Sorry I’m late Miss Jones, but if you’re ready, we can start.” A stocky woman in a white beautician’s outfit stood at the door.

I almost jumped! Looking around, I saw that the Adonis who had been there before, wasn’t, anymore, and I wasn’t on the bed. I was still stood by the window, though surprisingly more relaxed than I had been.

Maybe this massage malarkey wasn’t all that bad after all!

A bit of Tidbitty music to go with the post!

Remember this one?

And this one?

And finally, a cute lil take on the above passage…