As the hand slid up the inside of the thirty seven year old woman's thigh, she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly naked, body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex so her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh part of her was willing it to go further. Willing it not to stop. Willing those strong fingers to keep going and plunge into her. Part of her mind, befuddled by the sensations, was willing them to invade her. Willing the younger man to shove those fingers right up her cunt.
As the twenty six year old Australian man looked at the rounded body of the woman he also felt some disturbing sensations. As his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers felt a reaction, a tensing in her muscles perhaps? He knew that he may have been imagining it, but was that a low gasp he heard? Had she screwed her eyes even more tightly shut? Had her legs opened slightly? Was she feeling the same as him? Was she becoming aroused by his touch?
It was the third time that Michaela, or Michy as most of her friends called her, had visited the physiotherapist for the pulled muscle in her lower back. The third time she'd lain on the table naked apart from her panties and towels placed discretely over her body. And each time she'd had these feelings. Initially they were hardly noticeable. The first time he'd massaged her, her mind had only briefly dwelled on the slightly erotic nature of the situation. The second time the feelings had been more powerful and now, this time, they were becoming intense, almost unbearable.
But she knew she was being ridiculous. She was a fairly imaginative sort of woman, she had to be, after all, she was a senior manager in a US, global investment bank. She was quite used to her mind thoroughly analysing situations and looking at things from all angles. After all, when you are head of mergers and acquisitions for Europe and the Middle East a woman needs to be imaginative so, as she'd laid on the table the first two times, her full, naked breasts squashed against it, she hadn't been that surprised to have the thoughts she had. After all he was a handsome, well-built young man that any women would find attractive so, lying on his table nearly naked, his hands gliding over her oiled body played to her innovative mind. But the more sensible part of her mind had brought her back to realism and had told her not to be silly. It was against all the ethics of his profession and he was probably so used to seeing nearly naked females that they wouldn't affect him, it told her. In any case, she was a respectable separated woman making it big time in banking and was not prone to having flings, well not ones that could rebound on her.
Michaela is Danish. She has the liberated, free-thinking attitude towards sex that is a feature of the Scandinavian personality. Throughout her marriage, both she and Erik her husband had embraced this philosophy so neither had felt restricted to sex within their marriage. The marriage had, in the main worked that is until the bank offered Michaela a massive promotion that meant she had to relocate to London. Erik hated the UK and downright refused. Hence, the split.
Brad had moved to the UK just over a year ago after completing his physio. course at Melbourne Medical School. He'd been fairly lucky to land the job with this practice based in the Mayfair area of London and had done well since being there. He was gradually building up his own clients, got on well with the other people in the practice, did his job really well and was becoming a valued member of the team. He loved the job and the buzz he got from his physiotherapy work. Helping people and curing them from their muscular and other aches and pains was rewarding and stimulating for him. But he'd become a little worried at the feelings he had from time to time when he worked on women, particularly attractive woman. It was against everything he'd been taught. He'd been educated to look on them as an object, a medical problem and a challenge to his knowledge and skill. He'd been told of the dangers and the temptations. The women that were around who might want more than merely medical treatment. The lecturer on ethics had advised that they were few and far between, but certainly existed and it was probable that some time in each of the students early career they would meet one. It was then that all of a physio's self-control was needed. So far, he'd had that self-control. Not that he'd come across a woman who was 'offering' herself for what Brad experienced was far worse. He was finding himself tempted by women who weren't suggesting more. And that in the UK would be an arrestable offence and one that would for certain lose him his license.
Michy had hurt her back playing tennis and after almost a week of it not getting any better she'd made an appointment at the physiotherapist. After checking in, meeting Brad and explaining the problem to him she'd been taken to a changing cubicle by a receptionist who'd told her to undress and slip on the towelling robe.
'Panties on or off?' she mused as she stood before a mirror dressed just in them. Looking at herself she realised that unthinkingly she'd worn a thong, as she usually did under tight trousers. Smiling to herself she thought. 'I wonder what he'll think of that?' She kept them on and slipping into the robe walked into the treatment room as she'd been instructed to do.
"OK Michaela, could you lay on your front on the table please and undo the tie on the robe?" Brad asked in his Aussie brogue.
Laying flat she felt him pulling the robe down her back until it was bunched around her waist. His hands prodded and probed around her lower back for some time. Brad quickly identified the problem as being one of the group of muscles near to the base of her spine having been stretched.
"Ok that's fine" he said. "Put the robe back on and sit up if you would please?"
He was standing quite close to where her knees stuck out from the edge of the table making notes on her record. Michy couldn't help thinking how dashing he looked in his tight, white, short-sleeved tunic and blue track pants. He explained the problem and told her that she'd need some faradic and ultra sound treatment and that she'd probably need three sessions.
"So if that's OK?" he smiled. "We can start."
The electronic treatment over Brad came back into the room. After asking how it felt, he said that they'd finish off with a massage.
"As the muscle that's stretched affects both your back and legs we'll need to massage both areas" he explained looking deep into her eyes.
"Sure no problem," Michy replied, quite looking forward to being massaged.
"OK well you'll need to undo the robe again and lay on your front" he explained.
Removing her glasses and giving them to Brad who placed them on a cabinet, she did as he asked and laid there the gown open her bare breasts pressed firmly against the table. Brad took hold of the gown and lifted it away from Michy before draping a towel across her bottom. As he did that, he couldn't help seeing that she was wearing a thong. The sight of the flimsy slither of lace snaking between the wonderfully rounded orbs of her bottom hit him and immediately he felt that surge of excitement that he knew he had to control. He quickly obliterated the view by covering her bottom with the towel and turning away to get the oil. Pouring a small amount of that into the valley in the small of her back he got to work on the fairly deep massage that was needed to loosen up the short but thick damaged muscle. As his hands pressed and kneaded her back so he could see the outline of her squashed boobs and that confirmed what he'd suspected when he'd seen her dressed. She was an extremely full-breasted woman with spiky, blonde with darker streaked hair.
Although Michy had been massaged before they had been at health farms or beauty salons and never had she had such a strong and deep pummelling of her body. It didn't hurt but did quite often make her gasp and grunt as his fingers pressed hard upon the flesh and deep into her muscles just above her hips and around the back of her waist. The area where she knew there was some excess flesh for it was there and on her boobs where the excess unused-up calories gathered.
"Is it ok Michaela?" Brad asked seeing and hearing the effect of his deep massage on his patient.
"Yes sure" she grunted as once more his fingers delved deeply and firmly into her.
"I have to get in deep to get to the muscle so it will be a little heavy for you, sorry."
Michy didn't reply but simply laid there letting her body become accustomed to the strong hands.
"OK that'll do on the actual damaged area," Brad said, adding. "But the effect of that muscle will travel down your legs so I think we'll give them a quick going over as well."
Michy felt him lift the towel a little and then press it in around the tops of her legs. Although she couldn't see she guessed that it was as far up them as it could be and that the start of the swell of the cheeks of her bottom were just about on view to him. She also realised that, probably, he would be able to see that she was wearing a thong, if he hadn't already worked that out, and that made a little shudder run through her. She felt him gently pull her legs open a little and then she laid there expectantly waiting for him to start.
Brad knew he was being a little daft. He recognised that he was taking advantage of the situation, using Michy's stretched back muscle to provide him the opportunity to keep her here. To keep her under his hands, to spend further time massaging her gorgeous and nicely voluptuous body. Whilst it was just about true that the muscle would affect her legs there wasn't really a sound medical reason for him to massage them. No, he reluctantly accepted in his mind, this was not medical, it was far from that and momentarily he considered stopping and telling her he'd changed his mind. But the sight of her lovely face, eyes closed and lips parted, her large breasts squashed against his table, her long, shapely, slightly opened legs, the swell of her bottom and the image of the thong he'd seen earlier were all too much for him.
The feelings on firstly her calf muscles and later on those above her knees were different from those that the massage on her hips, back and waist had given her. His hands didn't seem to be delving as deeply into the flesh. They didn't give her the discomfort and they didn't make her gasp or grunt. No, it was an altogetherl lighter and, she had to admit, more pleasurable massage. The hands, oiled and smooth, would glide up her inner thigh and then down again, up and down, up and down. It seemed to go on for ever as Michy became more and more relaxed. It was almost as if she were being hypnotised by the gliding, sliding hands.
Brad had purposefully lightened the massage. Not to the point that it had no medical value for all proper massages will make the blood flow to the areas that are manipulated and will make the patient feel freer and better for it. No it was certainly still a medically sound massage, but now it was also a self-indulgent one. She had great legs he saw. Not overly slim, for her muscles were well formed, but they were lithe and very shapely. He'd earlier noticed the slight excess flesh on her hips that he knew from experience was quite common amongst women of Michy's age that he put in the late thirties or maybe early forties. The combination of the legs and hips with the full breasts gave her a very curvy and totally feminine figure just, Brad acknowledged with a slight gulp, as he preferred his women.
He was nearing the end of the time that it would be practicable to keep her here. The clinic was pretty sharp on the length of sessions and he knew that he'd need to finish within the next five minutes or so to avoid a patient back up, something that was particularly frowned upon.
Leaning over Michy he indulged himself on her upper thighs. Sinking his fingers into the soft, gorgeous flesh on the inside of one, he massaged that area even more lightly than he had so far. His fingers only inches from the gusset of her thong, that he could see from where his hands had 'accidentally' pushed the towel up slightly, he revelled in the sight of her opened thighs, the mounds of her bum under the towel and the odd strand of tawny pubic hair that his keen eyes picked up straying from her panties.
'I must just be getting used to it?' she thought as his hands seemed now to be so much lighter on her. Almost stroking her. 'Nearly a caress' she thought, suddenly. The word coming into her mind affected her. 'A caress' she mused again. 'Was it? Could it be?' her confused garbled mind pondered. She couldn't be sure and felt she was probably mistaken, but the soothing fingers on her inner thigh so near to the centre of her womanhood had not only stimulated her mind, Michy realised with a shock, but they'd also stimulated her body for she felt a surge of sexual feeling start to ooze through her.
She almost felt cheated when she heard Brad say.
"Ok that's fine for today Michy I think we made good progress."
She wasn't sure but was there a slight tightness she heard in his voice? 'Don't be daft' she told herself as she felt him place the robe around her and say. "Right see you on Tuesday Michy." Then he was gone and she was left alone to finish dressing back in the cubicle.
Brad had to get away. He had to remove himself from her. It was just too much for him. She was too much. Too much of a temptation and too much of a woman. In his small flat later that evening he agonised for a moment. He had, he knew, come so close to overstepping that boundary. The type of massage was bad enough for she may, he thought, have realised that it was far too light. But he guessed he'd get away with that. However, there would be no way he would have been able to get away with what kept coming into his mind as she laid there. No way that she could possibly mistake what he'd momentarily almost done. No, there was no way that any woman could confuse a medical massage with the masseur's fingers stroking her pussy was there?
Alone that evening in the sumptuous Mount Street apartment provided by the bank where Michy lived, she was sipping a glass of chilled Chablis. With the prospect of yet another long evening alone, she found the events of the afternoon flooding into her mind. His touch and the feel on legs as he'd massaged them. The sensations that had sent through her and, she had to admit, the slight feelings of want that had created.
'What the fucks happening to me?' she asked herself as she refilled her glass. 'Here I am a thirty seven, well actually eight, year old highly successful banker entertaining erotic thoughts about a young masseur!"
But try as she might they wouldn't go away and even as she once again climbed into the king sized American bed, naked they were with her. As she lay there in the semi-darkness, the room lit purely by the lights from the road, she could recall the tingling feelings of his hands on her body, her legs and on her inner thighs. She recalled them vividly, almost as if they were there now. In fact they were there now in her imagination. But not just in her imagination for her own fingers were replicating those sensuous movement. Trailing up and down that sensitive skin. Caressing the smooth expanse of her thighs. This time though, as the fingers trailed upwards they didn't stop where his had. No these fingers went where, she realised, a part of her had wanted his to go. These fingers carried on along that magical pathway, that erotic avenue, that silky road to such pleasure. Yes as Michy lay there, her imagination roaring away those fingers found her stunningly wet entrance, her smooth lips and swollen clitoris. And those fingers did to her what in the deepest recesses of her vivid imagination she'd wanted Brad's to do. They fucked her. They fucked her hard and long. They fucked her as she lay on her back her thighs clamped tightly around her own hand. Yes, her fingers fucked her just as she guiltily admitted she wanted Brad's fingers to fuck her.
The thin band of elastic around her waist indicating she was wearing a thong. The all too brief glimpse of it as he placed the towel over her buttocks. The sight of the slither of lace vanishing between the full, rounded cheeks. Her heavy breasts squashed against the table, her thighs, her short, rather masculine, blondish, spiky long, chestnut hair, dark eyes and full lips all reverberated around Brad's mind as he lay on his single bed naked. The recollections of them were so vivid it was almost as if she were here with him in his small flat. Almost as if she was on the bed with him. Almost as if it was Michy and not him that was holding his achingly swollen manhood, stroking and pumping it. It was almost as if it was her body he was surging in and out of, and not his hand, which was acting as her surrogate pussy.
He came, heavily, splattering his cum over his belly with one or two streams hitting his chest. Not totally satisfyingly though. It never can be that satisfying can it? Masturbation just isn't fully satisfying but it does relieve the ache and, temporarily, the need. But Brad was also a little confused and alarmed at the extremity of the thoughts and now deeds that this alluring woman had created in him. She was occupying his thoughts too much. She was, he realised, becoming an obsession. And he knew that the day after tomorrow he had to confront her again, have her as good as naked in a small room alone with him. Have his hands on her stupendous body. Feel her, touch her, massage her. See her opened legs, her shapely thighs and her full, squashed breasts. God he could hardly stand it and he had no idea how he would respond to the terrible temptations that lie ahead the day after tomorrow.
Smiling as she dressed, Michy slid into a pair of panties that were almost of Bridget Jones proportions. Sensible white cotton and full they were the sort that were designed to be worn under tight clothes, their fullness ensuring no unsightly VPL. They were not, though, the sort to be undressed in prior to making love she noted.
'Stop being a stupid cow' she told herself as she undressed and slipped into the robe. 'Nothing will happen, it's all in your mind, in your frustrated mind' she recognised with a jolt.
'Oh shit she looks fantastic' Brad thought to himself as he wandered into the treatment room and saw Michy sitting on the table in the white, towelling robe. He'd momentarily thought of calling in sick this morning but he couldn't. The lure of seeing her and being with her outweighed his concerns. It was a greater reward to massage her again than it was a threat at what he knew he'd feel and what he was worried like hell about what he may do.
"Hi, how's it been?" he asked.
"A little better, but still hurting when I stretch or bend" she replied feeling apprehensive as she looked at him recalling her thoughts as she'd masturbated after the first session. She hoped it didn't show and that she wasn't blushing.
"Well let's have a look at it then?" he smiled his heart beating a little faster at the prospect of once more seeing her nearly naked and getting those glimpses that had so aroused him last time.
Michy undid the tie on the gown holding it together as she clambered onto the table. She laid on her front pulling the sides of it away from her. She felt him pulling the gown down her back and then his fingers digging into her.
"Phew" she grunted as they hit a tender spot.
"It's still inflamed but this session of sonic heat should fix that" he explained. "Does it hurt anywhere else?"
"Yes more round by my hip."
"Here?" he asked slipping his hand slightly under the robe and pushing into the swell of one of the cheeks of her bottom near to the rear of her hip joint.
"Just a little lower," Michy replied feeling a rush of heat as his hand slid down her bottom a little and pressed against the cotton of her panties.
"Yes there, right there," she said as his fingers probed at the painful spot.
To get there Brad had to pull the edge of the gown further down. He felt a touch of disappointment but couldn't help smiling when he saw the full panties. He pushed the elastic waistband down a little with the side of his hand so that his fingers could investigate the spot she'd identified. It was all he could do to resist pulling the full garment down further, he realised, as he ran his hand over the top of the truly, beautifully rounded buttocks.
"Ok that's normal," he told her removing his hands, somewhat reluctantly and replacing the robe. "We'll get some ultra sound on it, that'll sort it."
He wheeled the two electronic devices over to where Michy was lying on the table. With hands that were almost shaking, he smeared some jelly around the pulled muscle and fixed three electrodes to her skin carefully pressing the sticky tape against her flesh. Rolling the robe down a little he muttered. "Right let's get some heat to this place as well."
Then with hands that now were visibly shaking he took hold of the waist-band of her knickers and slowly rolled them downwards. As he did he saw the beautiful contours of her arse and the beginning of the crease between them. Gulping as he realised that he'd rolled the elastic down far further than was really necessary he daubed some jelly on the mound and then attached two more electrodes.
"There that should do it," he added replacing the robe over her now half bared bottom and leaving the room after clicking the machine on.
He went out to the car park to write up her notes. Although he'd officially given up smoking he felt a strong need to have one and he retrieved the pack he kept in his car for emergencies. And this he knew as he puffed furiously on the Marlboro Gold was a full-scale emergency. He'd come so close to caressing her arse. So near to letting his fingers slither into the crack between the rounded mounds and he was frightened. "How the fuck can I massage her?" he asked himself lighting a fresh cigarette from the butt of the first one.
The heat and the slight stretching and contracting of the muscle wasn't unpleasant. It hurt a little now and then and the warmth was beginning to build up, but it was nothing to complain about and Michy lay there fairly relaxed. Well fairly relaxed about the treatment she acknowledged, but not, she equally realised, about him. She had thought that this time, now she was more used to it, she wouldn't have a problem, that her mind wouldn't wander off onto erotic meanderings and that she wouldn't feel any arousal. 'How wrong had that been?' she thought. The feelings that had rushed through her the first time he'd rolled the top of her panties down had been bad enough, but they were nothing compared to those she experienced when he did it the second time to attach the electrodes to her buttocks. Then immediately she felt a surge of warmth wallop her at the base of her stomach. It was so powerful, a real jolt, almost like an electric shock.
'Oh shit he's rolling my knickers down, he's looking at my bum and he's touching it' she thought as his soft hands did the work they needed to do. Totally straightforward she assumed he was thinking. 'All in a day's work and nothing at all out of the ordinary' was how she anticipated his reaction. But to her it was far from that and her mind and body responded to the erotic visions his action had conjured up. And that was for him to continue pulling the waist-band down. For him to not stop when he'd reached the point where he could attach the electrode. For him to rip her panties off and shove his hand between her legs and soothe the quite acute ache that was building up in her pussy.
Waiting in the general office for the faradic and the deep heat to finish Brad was a bundle of nerves and twice made mistakes when talking to the receptionist.
"You all right Brad?" she asked him smiling in a way that made him think that she could tell what was going on inside him.
"Sure, just got a lot on my mind," he muttered looking down at Michy's notes to cover his embarrassment.
"Well don't forget Michaela in treatmentfour, she must be about ready for your hands," the middle aged receptionist beamed at him.
"Ok Michaela?" Brad said walking back into the room. "Let's get these off you and get the massage going shall we? How's it feel?" he asked removing the electrodes and taking the opportunity to lightly run his fingers across her waist.
"It's loosened up a lot," Michy said feeling his light touch on her back. She felt him fumbling with the robe as he removed that and placed the towel across her hips. She knew that as he did that he would have looked at her panty covered bottom and felt relieved that she'd worn "sensible" ones today. The thought of his eyes on them though did give her a little surge of excitement. "Oh not again?" she thought to herself as she realised that both her imagination and body were again reacting to the young man and the intimacy of the position of her being nearly naked alone with him.
It wasn't any easier this time she was realising. It wasn't easier to handle. It wasn't easier to stop her vivid imagination creating the most erotic scenes. No, as his hands glided and probed and pressed her back and then, far worse the cheek of her bottom and the backs of her thighs, her physical and emotional reactions were, if anything, stronger and more graphic than before. She was becoming aroused. She was becoming sexually excited. He was igniting so many flames in her that she feared for her ability to control her reactions. Had she let out a low moan as his fingers touched the edge of the crease of her bottom? She mused. Was that a slight sigh of pleasure as the side of his hand slid almost onto the gusset of her panties? She wondered. Did she squirm her body a little, had she eased her legs open a little more, had her bottom lifted a tad as his fingers sent such searing heat through her? And of course had he noticed? Had he seen the signs? Had he realised just what an effect he was having on her? The thoughts rushing through her mind as her body responded so unfairly to the stimulation were many and varied and she felt embarrassed and concerned at what the young man would think of this older, stupid woman if, indeed, he'd noticed them. She wasn't sure that he had for he continued the massage without interrupting the smooth progress of his hands and certainly he said nor did anything to suggest that he was aware that she was "suffering" so much.
Standing alongside Michy's legs looking down, Brad's throat was dry and his pulses were racing as he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her right buttock. He'd pushed both the robe and the waist of her panties down so that he could get to it. He'd pushed the elastic further than necessary, further than the peak of the globe, further than the start of the crease between them and further, he acknowledged, than he had any right to. He could see the side of the crease as it fell away to become her anus and almost the puckered hole itself. "If she just opened her legs a little," he was thinking as he pressed his fingers onto the mound of sensual flesh, "I could see her areshole."
"Is this where it hurts Michy?" he asked in a voice that he was sure was so tight that it would tell the glorious older woman of his desire for her.
Michy felt his fingers digging into her just a couple of inches from where he'd earlier identified the pain. His voice seemed different, it was deeper and sort of tighter. "I bet he's worked out that I've become aroused and he's disgusted, or indifferent, probably used to it," she thought. Then without thinking she raised herself up a little, turned and reaching behind her she put her finger right on the spot on her right buttock where the pain was.
Brad felt a jolt of such severe sexual arousal that he was surprised he didn't react more physically than he did. He knew that his cock twitched and hoped she hadn't seen that as his eyes feasted on the sight that came before him as she lifted herself and turned to point out the exact spot. Raised just enough from the table and turned sufficiently so that her breast was in his view. All of it. The entire fantastic orb hung down from her chest, the large pink and, he saw, hardened nipple grazing against the paper sheet. It looked amazing. It was fuller than he'd expected, more voluptuous and more shapely. It was a magnificent breast that he saw hanging there. One that cried out to be cupped in a hand, stroked and weighed. And how he so yearned to do just that. As his eyes gazed at the sensational and so unexpected but so welcome sight, so he imagined the feel of that globular flesh in his hand. The fullness, the softness and the warmth. The smooth skin and the heavy flesh, the rubbery nipple and its bumpy pink areola. It was as though he was transfixed. At last, after what seemed to him to have been an age but was probably hardly a second, he glanced up and caught Michy's eye. Momentarily they stared at each other. Their eyes locked but no expressions changed on either face.
"Its right there," she said quietly as she laid flat again. She felt so embarrassed at what she'd done as his fingers found the exact spot. She lay there thinking how he'd been looking at her breast and just knew that she'd made a fool of herself for he may well have thought she was coming on to him although, in all truthfulness, it was completely accidental.
He was hard. Stunningly hard. The hardness of a young, virile man in need of relief. It stretched right up his belly vertically straining to reach his navel. Thankful that he was wearing his, slightly, looser track pants he knew, though that if she looked at him she could not have avoided noticing the bulge. It was just too large and too obvious. He concentrated on her legs staying out of her view. He was careful to ensure he wasn't pressing too lightly but couldn't stop himself from making it more of a strong caress than a medically relevant massage. The feel of her soft flesh and smooth skin was so alluring that he began to seriously doubt his suitability to this profession.
The view he had was incredible. Shapely legs, slightly splayed, the long, chestnut tresses tumbling onto her bare shoulders and the table and the squashed, full breasts. The mound of her bottom with the panties, that he hadn't pushed back into place, still half way down it and the start of the crease between them seeming to be beckoning at him. It was all getting too much for him. His massaging of her bottom had strayed far too near the crease. His hands had been far too soft on her silken thighs and the edge of them had too many times gone far closer to her pussy than decorum allowed and which medical reasons required.
After "flashing her tit" at him Michy's imagination had gone into overdrive as he massaged her bottom and then her thighs. Continuously as he did that the warmth of arousal and the tingling, almost itchy, sensations of sexual desire gravitated out from the base of her stomach to fill her breasts. She was bordering on having a climax and had to fight so hard to make sure that no signs of that transmitted itself to him.
As Brad slid the thin, short mini skirt up over the bottom of the girl who was bent over the back of his settee it wasn't her slim, youthful hips that he was grasping. It wasn't her pert, small nippled breasts that he reached round and cupped and pinched. It wasn't her tight, young cunt that he shoved his cock into and it wasn't the, almost, boyish arse that his balls slapped against. It also wasn't the nineteen year old would be model he was making love to. No in his mind he was fucking Michy. It was her voluptuous hips, her full thighs and her glorious breasts. It was her wet, bloated lips that he surged between and it was her rounded womanly arse that he squeezed and kneaded. Yes, as he rammed himself, roughly almost and certainly more energetically than the girl expected, in and out of her, it was the woman that he'd been massaging this afternoon that in his mind he was fucking.
"I bought you a present Mark," Michy said to her husband as she walked back into their bedroom after a rare evening spent together.
"Oh yes luv, what's that?" he asked glancing up from the FT that he was reading in bed.
"This," she said huskily as she let the dressing gown fall open.
"Oh fuck me Michy," Mark said taking in the black silky thong she'd slipped on knowing full well that it would interest him.
Smiling, Michy replied, "that's precisely what I intend to do darling."
She'd been tingling with sexual need ever since leaving the clinic. All evening as she'd prepared dinner. All the time as they'd sat watching TV and more so as they had got ready for an early night. It was unusual, but not unknown, for her to take the initiative in their relationship so Mark wasn't unduly surprised. He reacted by pulling her onto the bed on her front and immediately licking and kissing the rounded, full cheeks of her arse between which the slither of black lace disappeared. And Michy got exactly what her body and mind, inflamed by Brad and the erotic implications she'd put on the massage, needed so badly. A good. hard fuck that brought her to a panting, noisy and very full orgasm.
"I think I need to get you to lay on your front Michy," Brad was saying after he'd massaged her lower back and thighs. "I need to get to where that group of muscles are attached to the front part of your hip bone," he went on to explain as he laid a towel on the table and discretely turned away.
They'd both approached this session with a similar array of emotions. A high degree of trepidation, loads of excitement, fear that they may do something that would severely embarrass them and disappointment that it was the last.
Brad had fiddled or, as he told the reception, rearranged his appointments so that there was an empty one hour slot after Michy. "She's asked for an extra session of faradic," he'd explained, "and that may mean I'll overrun the hour." The receptionist told him curtly that meant dead time and Brad made some rather garbled excuse that Mrs. Williams was quite prepared to pay for all of that.
"As this is the last session Michy I think we may need slightly longer than the usual so we can attend to the pain on your hip as well as the core problem," he'd said to her as he'd got her ready for the electronic treatment.
As he said that her heart beat a little faster for she also wanted to prolong being with him. She readily agreed and they went through the usual routine of him rolling the robe down and examining her back and the point on her bottom. He'd pulled the robe down replacing it with the towel that he'd taken rather longer to put in place thus having the chance to look at her panties. They were again white but not made of the drab cotton of last time. This pair were shiny and they clung to the rounded the orbs of her arse. They were much tighter and were cut more acutely so that instead of fully covering each cheek the elastic bisected each one leaving much more of the alluring flesh uncovered. Michy felt the robe being pulled off her as usual but it seemed so much longer before the towel replaced it but she put this down to her imagination. He connected her up to the electrodes and left her as that did its magic on here although Michy thought that it took far less time than it had on the previous sessions. It had for Brad had halved the normal twenty minutes.
The usual massage on her back and thighs had been even more excruciatingly arousing for Michy and worrying and frustrating for Brad. She'd been totally unable to stop her imagination creating the most graphically rude scenes as she laid there her eyes closed as his hands glided up and down her opened legs. Brad had struggled to control himself as he'd never done before as his fingers slid up and down her thighs going ever nearer to the edge of the towel. Closer and closer to what lay under there. As Michy imagined them not stopping on one of those upward sweeps so Brad was contemplating slipping his hand right under the towel and pressing them against her pussy.
Unbeknown to the other both were wanting the same thing. Each needed a sign, a gesture, a movement, something to tell them that what they were thinking was also what the other was imagining. But neither had the courage to do that. Several times Brad let his hand brush against the edge of the towel pushing it up a little. A couple of time Michy felt the towel move and wondered what might happen next, but nothing did although she guessed that the gusset of her panties might be on show. He could just see folds of her white panties between her legs and momentarily wondered, "was that a dampness or the shadows from the folds in the material?"
So as Brad discretely but very reluctantly turned away pretending to busy himself with her notes, Michy turned over. With the worry of her back this wasn't an east maneuver and to do that she firstly rolled onto her side and then sat up. Her naked, fairly pendulous but stunningly arousing to a tit man, D cupped breasts were naked as she momentarily sat there. Half of her wanted him to turn and look at them. A part of her wanted to flaunt them at him. Despite the slight sagging brought about by their size and the ravages of childbirth she was proud of them. She knew she had good tits. Like many sexually aware big breasted women she also knew that they excited most men and she knew how to use them to their full, attractive and arousing potential. But he didn't even move. "he's so used to it and what the hell would a young stud want to look at an old bird like me when he can have the sticklike model girls of today?" she thought.
Brad guessed that Michy would be sitting up for a moment for he was aware that anyone with a bad back is very cautious about the way that they move until it's fully cured. In his mind he could see the pink tipped mounds hanging down her chest and he was so tempted to glance over his shoulder. But he didn't dare do that and instead thought of the view of her right breast he'd had at the last session.
She laid back draping the, rather small she noticed, towel across her breasts. "Christ," he thought as she turned round, "even laying flat they make impressive lumps in the towel," as his eyes quickly roamed over the body he so lusted for. He felt hmself hardening as he wheeled the ultraheat machine on its trolley alongside the table using it to hide his erecting cock.
Perching himself on the edge of the table and holding the small metal disc in his hand he explained. "This is ultraheat Michy. What it does is transmit heat deep into a muscle breaking up any fibroids or dried internal bleeding. It does that through the wire and into this node, as we call it, a bit like a small PC mouse isn't it?"
Michy nodded remembering having a similar experience when she was scanned when pregnant.
Brad continued as he switched the machine on, "what I have to do is to slowly run this over the area that needs the treatment. I'll put a little jelly on it so that it will glide easily and your skin won't feel the heat and it'll be as if the warmth is coming from inside you," he explained.
Michy almost smiled as he said that for already, and without any help from the machine, there was plenty of heat being generated inside her. Lying with her breasts covered by the towel and with his bum pressed lightly against her knee was, she felt, an intimate situation. The touch of his silky track bottoms against the bare skin of her leg somehow made her feel closer emotionally to him. On top of the sensations she'd experienced from the massage and the wild imaginings her mind had built up she needed little artificial heat for her body was already generating plenty of that. desire.
"I'll need to move this a little," he murmured, feeling that his voice would surely give him away and tell her what he was feeling as he took hold of the edge of the towel.
She heard the tightness in it and knew that her's probably sounded similar as she said, "sure."
It was an incredibly erotic moment for both of them. It was probably the most intimate thing he'd done, the most provocative and suggestive action., so far.
He slowly lifted the left side of the towel folding it so that the crease ran up her left groin. That exposed her entire left leg from her toes to her hip. It also revealed part of her silk panties. The part that went round her waist and the part that was cut quite acutely at her crotch. Michy couldn't see that of course from her supine position and with the covered mounds of her breasts in the way. She could, though, see his eyes and she felt them burning into her. Burning into her groin, burning into her panties and burning into the side of her mound that was partially on display. She closed her eyes, no she screwed them shut, as a far more powerful wave of sexual feelings hammered through her than any she'd previously had with him. But they just got worse, and got worse quickly for she heard him say in almost a whisper.
"We'd better also slip this down a little hadn't we?" She felt his fingers on the elastic of her panties as he went on quietly and slowly, "we don't want them getting messed up with the jelly do we?"
"No," she croaked finding it hard to speak, "no Brad it plays havoc on silk."
"Shit why did I say that?" she thought, "what an inane and rather come on remark, he's not interested in me wearing silk panties? Or is he?" she wondered recalling the tightness in his voice. "maybe, just maybe?" she pondered as she felt the elastic waistband being eased over her hip.
Brad looked down at her and thought that she looked very tense. Her eyelids were tightly clamped together and her mouth was slightly open, her tongue on her lip. He looked at her hands and saw that they were gripping the paper sheet on the table. "Could she be aroused, is this getting to her, does she want more, is she up for it?" He wondered hoping but still being concerned that it was his ambitious imagination rather than anything on her part that was making him think this way.
He slid the waisband of the panties down further until it was beneath her hip bone. This caused the front part of them to bend to almost where he reckoned her pubic hairs began. He could see the acute angle of the side of her panties poking out from the folds of the towel and he pulled it a little further until a few strands of wayward pubes were also visible.
To Michy it felt so intimate. Almost as if she was naked. Somehow, though, this was even more erotic than being undressed by a lover for here there was the hidden element of not knowing. Of hope, anticipation and the unexpected. Of being totally unaware of his intentions and of her reactions should he be wanting more than medical satisfaction. She was boiling up inside as the two of them were huddled on the table, his hands rearranging her scant clothing around her most womanly of places. His mind was racing as he assessed her reactions that, though nowhere near being clear, were certainly encouraging. He knew that she could easily have said she would move the towel and the panties. That she could have put her hand on the towel as he moved it. That she could have been making light conversation and that her body could have been more relaxed, her eyes open and her hands laying by her side if she wasn't feeling something similar to him. He knew all that but still couldn't be sure of anything. The costs to him were too great, the risks too big the threat too significant if he was misreading the oblique signals.
"OK Michy," he said in what was almost a whisper, "I'll start the treatment."
The very low tone of his statement simply added to the intimacy that Michy was feeling. It was as if the two of them were conspiring, doing something they perhaps shouldn't, getting together on something they wanted nobody else to share.
She felt him squirt the jelly onto her body close to her hip bone. " God he's touching my stomach, his hands are just above mypussy," she thought to herself as she felt him rub the jelly out over her skin. She was sure she wouldn't be able to stand it. It was becoming too much. She wouldn't be able to resist doing something that would give the game away and then she'd make such a fool of herself. She clenched her teeth, shut her eyes even more tightly and gripped the edge of the table very hard.
His heart pounding, his pulses racing and his cock as hard at it had ever been Brad placed the flat ended "node" on Michy's tummy right next to her hip bone. Smoothing it around in small circles he said in that same almost whisper, "you should feel the heat deep inside you now Michy."
"Feel the fucking heat?" she said to herself. " Feel the fucking heat from the machine, when I'm burning up inside?"
"Can you?" he asked, "can you Michy?"
"Yes, yes," she breathed, "yes I can Brad."
"Good, it'll do the trick," he said croakily.
"Oh yes, oh no, oh shit?" Michy was thinking as the double entendre hit her. "It's starting to do the trick," she thought as the feelings welled up in her to levels that so far they hadn't been reached. She was aware now that she was going beyond the point of no return. That the orgasmic sensations were now combining in her mind and body at a rate and to an intensity that would be beyond her control. That they were taking on a life of their own and were beginning to control her.
As Brad slid the small, flat piece of metal around the side of Michy's stomach he now stopped all pretence of focusing on the area he was supposed to be attending to. He let it glide away from her hip bone, down her groin almost to where that vanished between her legs. He slid it up the slope of her tummy pushing it just under the edge of the towel until it came up against the front of her panties that were folded back. That moved the towel a little, revealed more of her panties and stomach. She didn't resist. She didn't do anything to stop him. She didn't pull away or reach down and replace the towel. No as he looked at Michy his heart began to pound for he was seeing signs. Indications, hints that maybe, just maybe she was feeling the same as he, needing what he needed, wanting what he wanted. "Was he right or was he overestimating things?" he wondered.
The feelings had increased so much that now they were flooding through her. "Surely it's just not me? It can't be just me, it's him as well," her tormented mind hoped so desperately as she felt the node slide up and down the sensitive area of her groin. "There's no reason for that," she suddenly realised. "There's no reason for that to be sliding down so far that it's almost on my pussy and not where the pain is." As Michy's, still just coherent, mind registered the node sliding over the softness of her tummy, up and down her groin and even on the inside of her thigh right at the top she recognised at last that this could well be two way. That he was as into this as her. "Oh God let that be true," she prayed as she felt the node slipping under the towel and inside the edge of her panties.
This really was shit or bust he knew. This was going just as far as he could without going too far. If she objected, if she queried why he was running it over her stomach he could still explain that away. Michy recognised that her reactions must have been becoming obvious to him. He must have seen that she was starting to pant, that she was gripping the table tightly and that her head was turning from side to side as she fought to control the waves of feelings that were hitting her with increasing frequency. She also realised that she was passing a point of no return and that she was exposing her feelings, albeit wordlessly to him. She too recognised it was shit or bust time. Take a very firm grip of herself now, say something trivial, maybe about the weather, pull herself together and she could possibly hide the extremeties of what she was feeling and he would be none the wiser. She was acutely aware that unless she made the most monumental effort, and she had doubts as to whether she could do that, the frequency would increase even more until it was just one continuous wave of feelings. One overwhelming bank of sensation, one shuddering wall of emotions and that would be her climax,
But Michy didn't say anything, she didn't do anything and Brad didn't stop his sensuous movement on her.
An experienced lover as he was he knew the signs of a woman's arousal. The tightening of the body, the tightly shut eyes, clenched fists and the heaving of her chest. He saw each of those. All of them registered in his mind and at last he felt that she was experiencing the same excitement as he, the same feelings and emotions, desires and wants. At last Brad believed that, just possibly, she was going to give into what her body was demanding but what her mind, like his, had been resisiting.
Twice as Michy writhed a little from the intensity of the feelings the towel slipped from her breasts and both times Brad saw her breasts and her nipples in all their hardened glory. Twice her hand came down and pulled it back. But she realised that was crazy for as much as she hid her breasts so now he was uncovering her even more personal places. Brad's hand and the node was moving further and further away from the place on her hip where its focus was supposed to be. It was now sliding well under the other towel, it was slipping into the front of her panties and it was encroaching on her most womanly place.
Both, almost simultaneously, realised what was happening and that the other was as into this as they were. Nothing was said. No action actually confirmed it but like two strangers that suddenly know they are going to sleep together Michy and Brad knew they were going to share a sexual experience together. His heart crashed against his rib cage as it struck him finally that all along Michy had been aroused and all the little signs and signals of the past sessions sessions flooded through his mind. He felt an enormous sense of relief and incredible excitement as this realisation hit him. He not only felt that but also felt bolder and encouraged.
"He won't think I'm stupid, he won't be disgusted. He wants to do this to me as much as I want him to," Michy thought as she felt the node slip even further down her stomach. Now she was reassured and confident she didn't need to resist, didn't need to hold back and didn't need to hide anything from him. She didn't need stop her head from thrashing from side to side, she didn't have to hide the heaving of her breasts and she didn't have to stop the sighs and moans escaping from her mouth. As she writhed slightly so the towel slipped down from her breasts, not off completely but enough so that both were revealed. As Brad became bolder so the other towel also slipped so that now it exposed her pubic area under the folded back front of her thong. She didn't pull the top one up and Brad pulled the other down further so that the top of it was mid thigh. His eyes not only feasted on her breasts but also on her silk covered pussy as well. Where he'd earlier pulled the elastic of the waist-band that had folded the front of her thong and with the additional movements of the node that had slipped further so that a thin line of her pubes were revealed. This encouraged and excited Brad. As did her movements for her head was now quite obviously rolling from side to side. Her hands were almost tearing the paper sheet, her eyes were clamped shut, her back arched a little and her legs had slipped open slightly more. But most exciting of all was what those movements had done the the towel that had been covering her breasts. Just a moment or two earlier he'd seen that it had slid down the underswell of her marvelous tits. But now, with her additional writhing it had, almost as if with a mind of its own realizing the situation, slid from her body and was dangling from the bench.
"God her tits are gorgeous," he said to himself as, for the first time, he saw both in all their glory. Full, round and deliciously creamy with large, dark pink areolas and big hard nipples they wobbled in the most enticing way as the amazing woman's body jerked in what now seemed like uncontrollable spasms.
"The bloody towel's fallen," Michy realised her hand searching for it but not finding it. "What can I do? Fuck it, it feels fantastic like this," she reconciled relaxing and not bothering any more. She knew he'd be looking at her boobs and that gave her the final piece of reassurance she needed. "If he did object to what was happening," she managed to consider, "then he'd have pushed it back in place."
"She is up for it, she does want it, well something, and there's no way she'll complain," Brad acknowledged with a big rush of pleasure as he saw Michy give up her efforts to locate the towel.
Brad hesitated no longer. He put all pretence to one side. He stopped the suggestive half-hearted movements of the node and he turned his mind from one where he was concerned at her reactions to one where he merely wanted to give her pleasure.
Without any further hesitation he slid the node downwards. He slid it inside her panties, he slid it over where her pubic hairs began and he slid it along the small, trimmed patch of tawny hair. In small circular movements he slid if further and further downwards. Further and further towards what had been his target from the first time he'd seen the patch of white thong covering it. Nearer and nearer to its target, nearer to where he wanted it to be and nearer and nearer to where Michy was willing it to be.
The sensations in her were now immense. The feelings were awesome and the need for satisfaction was becoming almost over powering. She'd given up all efforts at hiding anything from him other than her words. Still neither had spoken. Still neither had uttered one word about what was happening. Not a single phrase, explanation or exclamation had come from either her or him. It was almost as if they had a pact of silence. A non-spoken agreement that he could feast himself and his need on her body and that she could wreak whatever pleasure she wanted from him but that neither should say anything.
And then she felt such a vicious jolt of feelings. Such an explosion of sensations. Such a blast of sexual desire that her orgasm simply burst over her.
With incredible excitement and shaking hands Brad pulled the front of her thong down so that it gaped away from her. The gusset stuck to her lips that he saw were wonderfully wet. He feasted his eyes on the pink dampness of her pussy and so wanted to fuck that. But something told him she didn't want that and in any case the door wasn't locked. Although he knew that no one would come in and if they did he could quickly flick the towel back in place it was too big a risk for him to undress and actually fuck her. No, he was pleased just to get this far. Just to excite her. Just to arouse and hopefully satisfy this amazing woman with this amazing body that was now lying before him as good as naked, writhing with orgasmic pleasure from his hands.
He quickly shoved the node right onto the juicy front of Michy's cunt. His reward was immediate. There was a deep moan. A thrusting of her hips and a lifting of her bum from the bed as she arched her back. Her head thrashed from side to side and her tits heaved as she started to pant. Her fingers gripped him, they gripped his shoulder and he felt wonderful as he ran the warmth giving node all over her clitoris.
She looked magnificent as she climaxed. Her long hair was falling from the table as her head rolled from side to side her eyes tightly closed her mouth now open as she panted and sighed and moaned. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pressed the node right on that sweetest of all sweet spots. And then he moved his other hand. He ran it up her parted thighs. He straightened it, held it for a moment and then, without any further hesitation, he shoved three fingers right up her cunt.
He knew that for her to climax such further stimulation wasn't really needed. Her mind had already gone to that plane of sexual ecstasy, that was very evident. And that had taken her body there as well as the gyrations, squirmings, writhings and sounds clearly showed. But this was his reward he felt. His just bonus for what he had created for them. It was his pleasure and his excitement. So as those lovely full thighs clamped round his wrist, as her beautiful face contorted with pleasure, as her gorgeous body convulsed on his table and as her neatly manicured fingernails dug strongly into his shoulder he enjoyed his reward. Pushing the straightened three fingers into her pussy as far as they would go he imagined that it was his straining cock that was up her and he fucked her just as he would have done with that. Pumping it in and out he simulated those thrusting penetrations at the same time as he held the warmth of the hard node right on her clitoris.
The sudden intrusion of his fingers put Michy completely over the top. The roaring orgasm became a torrent of body and mind encapsulating sensations that removed all reason and inhibitions from her. As he probed and investigated the deeper recesses of her insides with his cock substitute and as that incredible heat giving node tantalized her clitoris so she gave into them. Her hand found her breasts, her back arched and her bum lifted from the table as she writhed against the fingers and the node trying to gain every last drop of sensation and pleasure from it. And still the orgasm roared on, amazingly for her, increasing in intensity as it went on. It seemed to last for ages for both her and him. Brad watched in such excited incredulity at her as she squeezed and pinched her breasts and gave in so fully to his finger fucking. Michy simply lived the moment and gave in completely to everything that was happening to her.
But always they have to end, the continual orgasm just doesn't happen. No matter how high one is taken on that orgasmic journey the mind and the body have to return to the mundane of the post climax condition. Brad felt the pressure on his wrist loosen as the tenseness left her thighs, he saw her body collapse back onto the table and the writhings and sexual convulsions stop. The head became still, the hand left his shoulder and her breasts and she lay still. He removed his fingers from her soaking womanhood and watched as she, demurely almost, closed her legs. She lay there still, apart from her chest that was still gently heaving, as she regained her breath. He looked at her face and saw that she was sobbing, a tear ot two sliding down her cheek making the slither of mascara on her eyelashes stain her skin. He moved alongside the table and put his hand on her shoulder desperately wanting to feel her breasts but knowing that it was not the right time.
"Oh Michy," he said gently.
"No Brad, no," she said sharply, "please don't say anything. Not a word, please,"
"But I?"
"No, nothing," she retorted sitting up desperately trying to cover herself with the towels, "just let me get dressed and leave, please."
He sort of understood and turning away diplomatically said, " OK, you know where the changing room is I'll see you in reception when you're ready."
Michy fixed her make up and tied her hair, that was now unkempt, into a bunch. She dressed quickly wanting to get away from the clinic as quickly as she could. Fully dressed, she inspected herself in the mirror to make sure there were no tell-tale signs and satisfied and feeling more reassured she made her way to the reception. The woman behind it smiled at her and said, "this was the last session Mrs. Williams if you could just sign these forms please we'll send the bill to your insurance company."
Brad was leaning against the desk and said to her as she signed the paper work, "I hope everything's ok now Michaela but please call if anything else comes up won't you?
"Yes Brad I will, and I feel so much better now," she said looking at him and smiling for she knew he would understand her message.
It took Brad some time to work things out in his mind. Over the next few days he thought of little else than the incredible events that had taken place on his table. He just couldn't get his mind round the amazingly exciting way that she'd slowly given into the feelings she was clearly experiencing yet didn't in any way seem to really involve him. It seemed as though she wanted the pleasure but didn't want to acknowledge that he was giving it to her. As if she wanted an insular experience in which she was prepared to allow him to be an observer but not a full participant. He was pretty sure that she hadn't come to the clinic with that in mind and he was certain she wasn't one of those women that the ethics lecturer had told him about at school. No something had happened that had changed her from a typical patient into one of the most sexually exciting events he'd ever experienced.
He wanted her though. He wanted her badly. Wanted to kiss and touch her, undress her and adore her body. He wanted to go to bed with her and make endless love to her. He had, like many mid twenties men, always had a thing about older women. The extra experience and the mystery of having a woman lead and teach him excited him. And Michy really was the perfect older woman. She seemed at peace with her body, was proud of it and able to flaunt it and use it as great sex required. And clearly she was adventurous and willing to experiment. What she did on the table bore strong witness to that. Brad enjoyed experimentation and he considered himself adventurous and willing to try most things. He'd paid for girls, been to massage parlours, had hookers. He'd been in threesomes and had let a woman tie him up. He'd spanked one girl and had indulged in some mild S & M with another. He'd even had a few mild gay experiences with a guy at college and with a masseur who'd given him extras. So in Michy he saw a kindred spirit and he started to become obsessed with her.
Several times the day after that session he went to phone her to ask to see her but each time he bottled out. She stayed on his mind over the next couple od days as he continued trying to work out what was behind what had happened and how he could get to see her again. At last he plucked up the courage to call her.
"Hello Michaela here," he heard his throat going dry at the sound of her voice.
"Hi Michy it's Brad from the clinic," he stammered nervously.
"Oh hi," she replied a little coldly he thought.
"Just calling to check that everything's ok?" he ploughed on pausing before adding, "with the back that is?"
The sound of his voice naturally brought back the memories of what she'd done and Michy felt embarrassed.
"It's fine thanks," she replied rather coldly.
"OK great that's fine then," he blubbered on trying to pluck up the courage to ask what he really wanted. There was a short silence before he managed to blurt out, "I was wondering if perhaps we could er, sort of, have a drink sometime Michy?"
She replied quickly and very sharply. "No. No that's not possible."
"Oh, OK then," Brad found himself lamely saying his usual bravado deserting him completely, "well just remember where we are if you have any other problems won't you?
"Yes of course I will but I really must go now thanks for the call," Michy said curtly clicking the disconnect button.
The call disturbed her. It brought the reality of what she'd done back to her. Made it real again instead of the almost fantasy that her mind had stored it as.
Since that last session she'd tried to reassure herself that she hadn't really been unfaithful. With rather tortuous logic she tried to persuade herself that because there had been no kissing or build up, no tenderness or sharing and because they hadn't developed any relationship that what they'd done wasn't a real betrayal of her vows. "Just a different form of masturbation," she concluded, not totally convinced but happy enough with it to stop worrying about what had happened. But she still thought a lot about what had actually happened and why.
She had, though, managed to talk herself into believing that it was a one off. Something that circumstances had combined to make happen. An experience that wouldn't happen again. But hearing him had brought back the stark reality of her lying on that massage table having the most gigantic orgasm. Caused the feelings and sensations to come back to the forefront of her mind. To come back with startling clarity and she felt some of those feelings again as she sat by the table her hand still on the phone. As her memory focused on that node and on his fingers in her. On the sensations she'd had before giving into what was happening and those she'd wondrously experienced after. On the realisation that she'd let the owner of that voice finger fuck her to a massive orgasm. More worryingly for her was the surge of emotions he'd made her feel. The memory and his voice on the phone had aroused her, made her excited and she recognised, as the thought crashed into her mind, she wanted more.
The experience wasn't far from her thoughts over the next few days although she was horrendously busy putting together a massive new business pitch for a huge piece of business. Working long hours preparing the mark ups and strory boards for TV, billboard and newspaper ads she threw herself into the pitch leading and directing the team of three pairs of Art Directors and Copywriters. It helped to divert, but didn't by any means stop, her mind continuously and worryingly frequently dredging up the images of her naked on that table
Things with Mark were still pretty much the same, though. They were still really great mates but the real love and certainly most of the sex had gone from the marriage. It seemed to her that unless she initiated it they so rarely had it that when they did it was pretty poor. Despite that Michy was, as she'd always been, innately faithful to him. True she'd slipped up a couple of times early on but they were well behind her now. She hated the idea of having affairs as so many in her industry did. The cheating, lying and the subterfuge. Afternoons in hotel rooms or evenings where you both got up and went home. The feeling of making believe you half loved someone who, deep down, you knew you'd never live with. The pretence of affection and tenderness to cover up the main reason of the affair, sex. It didn't appeal. It had no attraction to her. But her current alternative, no sex, or very, very little, was equally unappealing.
Not used to rejection Brad had been upset by Michy's reaction. He just couldn't understand how a woman could let herself go so enthusiastically yet not want to see him again. Not want to go further with him and not want to go to bed with him. He brooded over it. Tried to think of ways that he could persuade her but came up with nothing.
A thought began to germinate in Michy's mind. "Why can't I get sexual satisfaction as men do without the complications she argued?
Several times when in New York or Los Angeles on business she had thought, albeit fleetingly, of calling up an escort service as other women in the agency's US offices had told they did when on the road. But she hadn't been able to do that. The mere idea of a stranger walking into her hotel room and then having sex with him was too cold blooded and sterile for her. She realised she needed a little more than that but not to the extent of actually dating a man before bedding him. An in between, a middle course, a compromise. One that was, firstly safe, secondly was not with a total stranger and, thirdly, and probably most importantly, one that didn't involve her in any attachment or displays of affection. That would be cheating on Mark as would actually going to bed, being held and caressed, undressed tenderly and then being slowly fucked. That she couldn't do. But the germinating thought certainly had possibilities, she smiled, pleased with what she'd thought up.
"OK brad your patient list today," the head receptionist said at the morning meeting. She reeled off a few names of new patients, a couple of his regulars and told him that he had two patients to see in the local private hospital and then said, "and after that you'll have to come back for you have a late appointment, specially requested at 7.30 pm."
"Who the hell's that?" he asked a little annoyed for it would mess up a date he had that evening.
"Er it's a Mrs Williams, Michaela Williams, you've seen her before about her back, apparently it's flamed up again. Will you be ok to see her at that time?"
The name hit him. It hit him hard and it hit him right in his cock that he was sure seemed to start erecting immediately he'd taken in those words. "My God?" he thought to himself quickly trying to regain his composure.
"Er, yes, yes that'll be fine," he mumbled the enormous possibilities of what this could mean rushing through his mind.
When she'd made the appointment she'd asked for the latest they could do. She remembered last time that as she was leaving the receptionist was saying to one of the other physios that his last patient was arriving and would he lock up when he finished for he'd be in the clinic alone. It just seemed safer, after all she assumed anyone could walk in and if they had last time they really would have seen a show.
As usual the receptionist showed her to the changing room.
"Brad's just finishing up with his last patient before you Mrs Williams so when you're ready please go through to treatment room four would you?"
Michaela undressed and slipped the familiar robe on. This time she didn't have the dilemma about the type of panties to wear. She removed them and went to the treatment room naked under the robe.
"Hi, pleased to see you again," Brad beamed walking into the treatment room a big smile on his face, "the back playing up again is it?"
Michy felt her earlier confidence leaving her. The plan she'd so carefully worked out now seemed a little silly. She was not anywhere near as at ease as she'd thought she'd be.
"Er no, not exactly" she started seeing his dark eyes boring into hers.
"No? Some other problem then?"
"Yes sort of," she said the excitement already building up in her as the expectation of what she hoped to experience on the massage table hit her.
"What is it then?"
"It's sort of hard to explain," Michy said averting her gaze from his.
Brad was wondering like hell what this was all about and since the morning he'd been trying to get his head round why she was coming back and why she'd insisted on an evening appointment. And now she was talking in riddles.
Smiling, he said, "well would you like to try or I'll have no idea what to do will I?"
Michy got it back together. The air of authority she'd developed from being a senior manager in an ad agency returned, She became assured and directive as she had to be at work. In a firm voice she said,
"I want you to massage me as you did last time."
"With the node?" he asked.
"Yes, well that's up to you. I don't care what you use but I want you to make me cum," she blurted out just about holding onto her calm and measured demeanour as she uttered the outrageous words. He didn't say anything but just looked at her in amazement so she went on sounding far more confident that she was, "I assume you enjoyed yourself didn't you Brad?"
He was absolutely gobsmacked at her words. He'd thought of lots of things that might happen but not this. Not this elegant, stylish and exciting woman saying that she wanted him to make her cum. He couldn't think what to say but felt his cock starting to become agitated in his track pants.
"You did didn't you?" Michy persisted.
"Yes, yes. Yes of course I did, it was amazing," he blurted out quickly.
"And you'd like to do it again wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would," Brad said his mind confused his speech thick with sexual expectancy.
Looking him straight in the eye Michy let her hands fall to the lapels of the robe. A moments fumbling and then she pulled them apart slowly. Her full breasts were gradually revealed as, putting her head on one side and smiling she said
"Well then?"
"Oh fuck," he breathed making her smile, "oh shit yes," he said moving towards her his arms outstretched. Michy closed the robe and moved away.
"Oh no, nothing like that, no kissing just make me cum Brad."
"But Michy I want to make love to you, have sex with you," he said limply.
"No I don't want that, I just want you to massage me however you want and then make me cum. You can do whatever you want and make me cum as much as you want but nothing else. No affection, no kissing, no talking and no penetration. Do you understand?"
"Yes of course I understand but er..."
"No buts or anything just do as I say and we'll both have a great time won't we. Ok?"
"Yes sure, great," he said his mind whirring.
"Fantastic," she said beaming him a big smile as she let the robe fall to the floor.
He saw that she was naked. It was the first time he'd seen her like that. If anything her body was better than he'd imagined from his previous rather mixed up view of it. True her big tits sagged a bit but then she was 38 and had given birth to two children, Brad reconciled. And yes her tummy bulged a little due, presumably to her ante natal exercises not being completed properly, and there was some excess on her hips but so what he thought? The overall look was of a very womanly body, highly feminine for she was voluptuous, the word ripe came into his mind as he heard her saying,
"So how do you want me?"
Thus began the most amazing series of sessions that any physiotherapist could have dreamed about. Every two weeks always on a Tuesday evening, always the last appointment "Mrs Williams, back" would be on his appointment schedule. She'd arrive, put the gown on, come into the treatment room take it off and parade before him either, naked or, more often as the series developed, in a different coloured thong. Black red or sometimes white each was classy, lacy and very erotic.
That first time Brad got her to lie on her front. Now assured that her reaction would be positive he was confident as he gazed down at her naked body his cock swollen to its fullest as he pulled her legs apart. Further and further and slowly he opened them up. He saw her lips already wet and slightly swollen. He saw the velvety, pink folds and the hairs around them. As he pulled her legs open so the two gorgeously rounded cheeks parted and he saw the puckered entrance to her anus.
As he did that Michy immediately became aroused. But he started talking to her telling her how marvelous she as.
"No Brad," she said without looking up, "I don't want you to talk at all. I just want you to make me cum, do you understand?"
"Yes, yes I understand Michy," he replied feeling a little disappointed.
He didn't really understand, well what man could? What man could understand that a gorgeous woman was offering him such a unique opportunity but that really she was using him purely as an instrument? A tool, a conveyor of sexual satisfaction? Merely an object to give her pleasure without her giving anything back? It was beyond the wit of practically any man to comprehend that the woman offering that didn't want his embraces, kisses or caresses. That she didn't need him to woo her or seduce her. She didn't require typical foreplay and she didn't want him to talk to her. To tell her how wonderful she was or to whisper phrases of endearment, affection or lust in her ear. No, very few men would be able to get their head round such a situation, especially as it seemed she also had no interest in his most manly place. That she didn't want him to penetrate her. That she didn't want his cock or to be fucked, just made to cum.
But Brad was nothing if he wasn't flexible. And he proved that. He also proved how versatile he could be at making her cum. That first time after massaging her back he'd started on her legs gradually moving closer and closer to that honeypot at the top of them. He teased and tantalised her as he guessed she wanted. Letting his hands almost touch but to then sweep them away before any contact was made. It was exactly what Michy wanted and the feeling of expectation as they almost touched that incredibly sensitive area was awesome for her. This went on for some time the tension gradually increasing until at last he let the side of his hand briefly brush her lips. No real contact just the lightest of touches. It was enough though to make her shudder with want but as quickly as they touched they were gone again. Soon, though, it happened again and again until, to the utmost relief of both of them, it at last rested quite firmly on the sodden mess of her pussy. As Michy felt that so a deep grunt escaped from her mouth. Encouraged Brad went for it. His hands didn't leave that soft, silky area until Michy had cum twice writhing on his extended fingers that were fucking her from behind.
Then she was gone. Almost as mysteriously as she'd arrived Michy dressed and left without a word. But two weeks later she was back. This time she wore a black thong, silk and lacy, purposefully provocative he thought. In fact it was the black thong she'd worn to coax her husband to fuck her after the very first session with him.
"Perhaps lie on your front this time Michy," he suggested two weeks to the hour later.
He wanted to get at her tits. He still hadn't even touched them and he'd been fantasising about how they'd feel in his hands ever since he'd seen them squashed under her body back in that time, he thought, when things were normal between them.
She looked fantastic lying on her back. Her full, proud tits, though sagging slightly to each side, looked magnificent. Her tummy flattened by her supine position ran down to where it vanished inside the pouch of her thong. Her, slightly parted legs were long and shapely her thighs full and so exciting. Thighs he thought that should be wrapped around him, round his back or his head as it plundered at her pussy that was now becoming familiar to him.
She laid there assured and seemingly perfectly relaxed although she was as good as naked. She knew what to expect. She'd established the ground rules and like the little boy he really was she knew he'd follow them to the letter. Men, so totally ruled by their dicks as they are, were so easy to manipulate if a woman played upon that. And Michy was becoming an expert at that.
Brad wanted more, he wanted everything but knew that probably wasn't possible, so he was perfectly happy to settle for whatever she deemed to be possible. After all how many men were there that ever got the chance to make such a woman cum as often as he did? How many men were given the chance to adore and play with such a body as hers? How many would ever have the opportunity to finger fuck such a desirable woman on a fortnightly basis as he did?
A massage of the crown of the head is a particularly intimate experience. When the recipient is lying nearly naked as that is done to her with all the anticipation that brings about, the intimacy and the erotic nature of it increases enormously.
Brad knew the power of using non sexual places, intimate places, the head, fingers, toes and wrists to stimulate another person. He was aware of their, almost, aphrodisiac qualities and he used all of those on Michy. And they worked. He stood behind where her head rested on the pillow firstly fully relaxing her with a lengthy massage all over her head. Moving on he gently stimulated her face running his fingers over her forehead, her cheeks and nose and eyelids. Her chin, her ears and then onto her lips that opened and at one time gently sucked his finger between them.
Massaging the face is one of the most intimate experiences and it got to both of them. As Brad did it, looking down at her breasts that were wobbling slightly and moving up and down as her breathing became heavier, so he hardened. Inside his fairly tight track trousers his vertical bulge was prominent and obvious. Thankfully now, he smiled to himself, there's no need to hide it for that would have been impossible.
For Michy this was a new experience. It quickly became one that she'd remember for a very long time. It was amazing that his hand movements on her face could be so dramatically erotic. She could hardly believe the degree of arousal he was creating in her by merely lightly running his fingers over her eyelids, into her hair and across her lips. It felt like a penis doing it. In her mind Brad's fingers became just that. They became a penis, they became a cock, a hard cock. Just like the cock that she could see had reared itself inside his trousers. And that cock traversed her face, circumnavigated her lips and then ran along them. And when it ran along them it became the most natural thing in the world for her to open her mouth. The most natural thing to urge it between her lips. It became the most natural thing for her to suck on it just as he would suck on a hardened, straining cock. As he did, though, her mind tried to register just when was the last time she had sucked on a hardened cock, or any cock come to that she, almost smiled? It was a very long time for Mark, strangely Michy thought, had never been that keen on her making oral love to him.
Inevitably, though, with two such welcoming beacons beckoning him Brad could not stay massaging her face for too long. Those mounds of quivering pink tipped flesh were too tempting. They stood their in all their wondrous majesty calling him to them like two magnets. Two magnets of such attraction that his hands felt drawn to them. So they slid slowly downwards. Over her chin, sensuously caressing her long, slender neck and onto the top of her chest. His eyes never leaving her breasts for one moment his hands inexorably moved down and down and down until they came into contact with the softness of the start of the swell of those gorgeous orbs. He purposefully moved slowly. Intentionally resisted the temptation, that was incredibly strong, to reach out and grab them, squeeze them and knead the soft, yielding flesh. He so wanted to. So wanted to feel them, caress them, weigh them in his hands revelling in the feel of them in his grasp. But he took it slowly.
Running his fingers along her collar bones and slowly easing them downwards in circular movements Brad's hand edged inexorably towards the two gorgeous mounds. Feeling the firmness of her upper chest giving way to the softness of the swell of her boobs he fought hard to maintain the slow, sensuous rhythm that is essential with an erotic massage. Nothing should be rushed or hurried, each part should be stimulated and invigorated before moving onto the next. Pace is crucial as is the combination of pressures. Light then more firmly, sweeping movements then lingering touches. All play their part and when combined effectively result in such a highly sexually charged experience that little more is needed for the recipient to gain the pleasure and satisfaction they seek and need. Brad knew all of this and he was a master at finding exactly that combination.
His hands felt like magic to Michy. Lying there in just the black thong her eyes closed she let her body revel in them slowly moving to her breasts. He'd circled around them for some time softly caressing her above them, beneath them, alongside each orb and even between them. He'd built up the anticipation perfectly. Carefully avoiding touching any of the more sexually sensitive parts of her tits he'd prepared her mind and body superbly. The lack of attention to her boobs combined with the nearness of his fingers to them and knowing that soon they would be in his hands but not knowing just when, had built up the expectation in her. So when suddenly she felt both nipples being pinched at the same time the rush of excitement that tore through her was enormous. It was like a tornado in her body. It filled her. It took her over. It rushed from the so sensitive hardened tips of her nipples, tore through the fullness of her tits and rampaged down her body to form its epicentre right in her cunt.
This was Brad's reward. This was what he'd so wanted for so long. Michy's tits in his hand, her breasts under his fingers. Quickly pouring some oil onto each mound he massaged that in making each smooth and slippery and then glided his hands over each orb continually running his fingers up from their round bases right to the hardened tips of her nipples. On each upward sortie he would take the nipples between his fingers pinching and pulling at the same time. They just seemed to grow and grow until they reached a length they'd never been before.
Michy had never experienced such pleasure and excitement from merely having her boobs played with. She wouldn't have believed the level of excitement he was giving her could have been gained just from that. But it was being gained. And her body was reacting to it.
"Argh," she heard herself grunt as the first wave of sensations ripped through her causing her to arch her back and thrash her head from side to side. "Ooooo," slid from her mouth as her tits seemed fit to explode and as her pussy felt as though it would overflow. Her hands, as if with a mind of their own, immediately slid between her thighs that clamped round them.
Her first orgasm wasn't long in arriving. Brad persistently and so wonderfully for her and excitingly for him, maintained the pulling, pinching, stretching and squeezing of her nipples and the soft kneading and rubbing of her tits while she masturbated herself in front of him. The view he had as he manipulated her chest was amazing. To have a naked, well nearly, stunning woman on his table, her tits in his hands her fingers between her legs as she fucked herself was something that most men could only dream about. To Brad, though it was a reality and he made everything he could of it as she grunted, bucked and moaned her way through yet another incredible climax.
During the next two or three sessions Michy and Brad, like other couples when developing a sexual relationship, became bolder and more ambitious. They tried new things, they experimented and they found new ways to gain pleasure from each other.
Brad used the medical equipment on her. The heat of the node on her nipples and the vibration of a fibrodulator on her clitoris. The combination of which was astounding for her and exciting for him.
He asked as she was leaving one session, "Michy would you wear stockings for me next time?"
Smiling at the quirkiness of men she smiled back and said, "maybe."
At the next session when he came into the treatment room to greet her she was in the robe, as usual but he could see that she was wearing stockings and black high heels. But not just stockings, not just ordinary ones. No she was wearing fishnet stockings. When she opened the robe his mouth fell open for she wasn't just wearing fishnet stockings but also a black, silk waspie and suspenders as well. Her creamy skin was set off perfectly by the black material and her legs made to look more slender and longer by the black nylon. But it was her waist, hips and breasts that drew his attention. The tight waspie had pulled her waist in from what Brad guessed was about twenty six or seven inches to a miniscule looking twenty four or so inches. This restricting of her midriff obviously accentuated her, already, curvaceous hips making them look incredibly bulbous and so totally feminine. It also, of course emphasised her tits that, hanging down over the black silk and lace, looked even bigger and fuller and more alluring than ever.
In one session he concentrated his massage on her arse. Laying her on her front he opened her legs, poured oil onto the peaks of each orb and watched as it dribbled down the two cliffs that led into the crevice between them. Starting on the soft flesh of the fullest part of each orb he massaged her fairy deeply to start with. But then he started combining that with light trailing of the back of his finger nails across each cheek and along the inside of each side of the crease between them. Kneading and caressing, and massaging and stroking he circulated his way over both cheeks and downward towards that crease. Oiled and slippery the crease was like a magnet to him the puckered entrance to her anus like a beacon.
Although Michy was not at all keen on anal intercourse she did have a very sensitive bottom indeed and enjoyed that being caressed and played with as part of normal foreplay. So when Brad focused this massage on that part of her she was pleased and excited. As his fingers began sliding up and down the crevice between her cheeks so he built up the excitement in her. As he pressed and probed in the valley between them so she felt herself pressing back against his fingers. As he ran the side of his hand up and down it so she knew that she opened her legs further and raised herself a little from the massage table.
He didn't go too far. No his instinct told him that would be pushing it too much. "Well for now," he thought, pressing the tip of his finger right on the lubricated surround of her arsehole.
It felt good. She liked that place being played with although she'd had little experience with anal sex. She was frightened of the idea of that being penetrated. Mark had never shown much interest in doing it, although in their earlier years, he had rubbed it and on occasions had used his tongue on her there.
This was different though. This was something unique, a whole new ball game. It was being played by her rules for her pleasure and hers alone. Sure, she realised the young man was getting some form of pleasure from ravishing her body, but it wasn't her giving it, well not really, her convoluted logic and morals persuaded her.
The pressure on her anus, though light, was pleasant and exciting but he soon moved away. He massaged the rest of her bottom and between her opened legs running his fingers right along the lips of her pussy. But he kept returning to that spot, that puckered entrance, that sensitive serrated skin and running his fingers over it working the oils into its surround. He didn't, though, try to finger fuck it. His lovemaking instincts, although telling him that she might make that delight available to him later, told him that today wasn't the time. So instead he licked her arsehole while his fingers plundered her cunt sending her to yet another shuddering orgasm.
The next time though was different. Both of them had been thinking of Michy's gorgeous arse during the past two weeks. He'd been thinking how he'd like to shove his finger up it and watch her writhe and squirm on it. She'd been thinking should she let him? Should she make that available? Should she let him go that far?
She was on her back. He'd massaged her breasts and nipples for ages using both the ultra heat and the vibrating instrument on them. She'd cum. Pleasantly and quietly wondering at how marvellous it was that a man could make her do that merely by using her breasts. But it hadn't been a big orgasm and they both knew that another was needed before the session should end.
He had a nipple in his mouth sucking and pulling it so it grew to enormous proportions when he slid his fingers between the cheeks of her bum that was squashed against the table. He ran them along her lips and tweaked and stroked her clitoris. She was pleasantly wet and suitable aroused to be receptive to him. He wetted his fingers from between and around her pussy and then ran them between the cheeks of her bum slowly moving closer and closer to her hole. Pressing on that he heard her grunt and she moved slightly so that her legs were raised a little and open. This encouraged him and he pressed more firmly. As he did he stood up and moved his other hand down there as well. He used that to rub firmly but not too hard around and on her clit. It was sensational for her to have the feelings from her arse and cunt combining at the same time and her head started to roll from side to side as her hands grasped her own breasts, tightly.
Brad saw the affect he was having. He saw the signs of her increased arousal. He knew them well now, after all he'd made her cum well over twenty times since that amazing first time when events just simply took them over. He had one hand rotating her clit and the forefinger of his other hand was pressing almost firmly enough to open that muscle and for it to burst through into her anus. Almost, but not quite firmly enough for he still wasn't sure she would permit that.
It was quite excruciating for her. The pleasure and excitement she was getting from both of his fingers combined with a need. A need for something else, something more, something different and something she considered to be so rude that it played fully to her current feelings. She was aware that he wanted to do it. Had wanted to for some time but she had been reserved about it. After all anal sex had been forbidden by law until recently and was still considered by many to be taboo. And on top of that it could be painful and was certainly a little degrading for a woman. Those reservations though were diminishing, they began to seem to be irrelevant. They started to sink into oblivion when compared with her desires. The potential thrills and pleasures began, in her sexually befuddled mind, to outweigh the concerns.
Still though he was only pressing against it. Still he hadn't gone further and still it was hesitating. "He needs a sign, he needs a signal, he needs my permission," her mind and heart told her as a feeling of such power swept through her.
She looked up at him but his eyes didn't catch hers for they were riveted on his two hands. So she couldn't give him a sign, yes or no, that way. She just couldn't break her code of, almost, silence and, in any case, she could never have brought herself to say to any man, "stick your finger up my arse.
Brad held it there pressing as he rotated a finger on his other hand on that lovely piece of gristle that did such wondrous things to women. He pressed against the lubricated skin as his thumb on that hand slid inside her pussy. He held the index finger right on her anus as two of his other fingers built up her climax. He pressed enquiringly. He pressed waiting for a sign, waiting for a signal, waiting for an invitation from her.
Then amazingly, wonderfully and so absolutely excitingly for him he got it. As his fingertip was just inside the very outer edge of the ridged skin surrounding the entrance to her most private place he saw the invitation. As much as Michy couldn't catch his eye or bring herself to speak she could do something else to tell him what she wanted.
Slowly she raised her knees. Slowly she parted her legs. Raised and opened them until her knees were drawn up as high as they could go and her legs were wide open. And then as he pressed his finger against her so she returned the pressure by pushing her bum back against his finger. Brad could not have received a clearer signal a more comprehensive invitation than what she'd given. So slowly, so very, very slowly he increased the pressure. He pushed against her. He pressed his finger against her opening. And equally slowly, but equally wonderfully for both of them, it opened up for him. She opened her most mysterious and most private place for him.
The finger going up her was not at all unpleasant. Not like a finger going up her pussy. Not really like anything she'd experienced before and not really like anything she could describe. No it wasn't just the feeling of that going up her arse that was exciting her so much. It was the taboo nature of it, the way it was combined with another finger stimulating her clit and yet another, his thumb, being inside her other entrance. It was also the deliciously wanton position she'd adopted. Yes all of these combined to make it so thrilling and to make her want it to go further. And it did. Brad could not stop now and he eased it further and further up that tight and thrilling passage. Michy could feel it going deeper into her. Could feel that finger pressing against his thumb through the thin membrane separating her two passages. Could feel the finger sliding up her bum.
Brad watched fascinated as his fingernail vanished inside her and as his first knuckle went in. He saw the skin around her bum hole stretching and expanding as he pushed further. It went in up to his second knuckle and still she did nothing to stop him. He pressed harder and wonderfully, with Michy's muscles now relaxed and receptive to something moving in the different direction to which the passage wasnormally used, it slid easily up her until there was none left. His finger was up her arse as far as it could go.
And like that Brad finger fucked this incredible woman up her arse and cunt at the same time. For Michy to say that her orgasm was heavy would have been an understatement of epic proportions. It was probably one of, if not the most, heavy she'd ever had.
Things were changing. Changing between them. Little things at first but, gradually, bigger things were changing. Michy acknowledged that Brad had played the game almost perfectly to the rules she'd laid down. He'd acted as she'd asked and had willingly given her what she wanted but still things were happening that were making her feel uncomfortable. The mood was changing. The balance tilting.
In Michy's rather tortuous logic on what constituted her being unfaithful the idea had been for her to take but give nothing. To use the younger man to gain her pleasure without regard to his needs at all. And it was that which was changing. Not yet that significantly but the signs were there and the omens she felt were not good.
The little signs had been there from, probably, the third session under the new rules. The, "how are you Michy?" before they started turning into a couple of minutes conversation as she sat before him clad in the robe naked, or with just a thong, underneath. When they'd finished he'd ask how it had been and at first she'd merely said, "fine," or "ok," but, as it went on, she'd found herself saying more. As she was leaving Brad would put his hand on her back as he showed her out and, on one occasion, he'd given her a peck on the cheek, that she hadn't ducked away from. She'd also found herself wondering about Brad a lot more than she liked to when at home in the evenings or at work. Did he have a girl friend? Where did he live? What did he do outside work? As the day of another session approached so she saw that she was beginning to look forward to not only the sexual relief she knew she'd gain but also to seeing him. And these she was aware were not good signs if she was to remain "faithful" in her way to Mark.
They were the little signs. There were larger ones as well. These had started, she recalled, when she'd first let him suck her nipples. It had been on the second or third session when he was tantalising her with the node and the fribodulator . That had made her body so sensitive, her breasts had felt incredibly full and heavy and her nipples ready to burst. She had so badly wanted to relieve that ache so when he bent his head forward and sucked one of her big, hard nipples into his mouth, she hadn't objected. In fact, she remembered with a little shudder of pleasure, she'd pushed her tits towards his mouth encouraging him to suck her harder. That, inevitably, she recognised, had led to him becoming more adventurous with his mouth. So on further sessions he had, at first, licked, sucked, kissed and chewed her breasts and nipples. Then later he'd gone even further. He progressed from using his tongue on her boobs to using it on her thighs and tummy, on the cheeks of her bottom and between them. The inevitability happened a couple of sessions later. It had to happen she realised, it was a natural progression, a foregone conclusion she acknowledged. But when he flicked the tip of his tongue across her clitoris it was as though she'd been hit by a charge of electricity. And when he licked his way around her sodden lips she couldn't stop herself from grabbing his head and pressing the pleasure giving tongue deeper into her cunt.
So they'd moved to a different level of intimacy. One where Michy was giving more of herself than her jumbled moral beliefs was comfortable with. She was letting control, albeit only slightly, move away from her. She was becoming a little too dependent on him. And she was thinking of the pleasure he was gaining and that she was giving when in her code she should only have been thinking of what she was getting.
There was also one other very significant item that came into play. An object that right from the start she knew she should try to avoid. An aspect that she was aware could even more upset the fine balance she was seeking with the unusual arrangement. That was his cock. From early on she'd been aware that he was, as they say, well endowed. There was no doubt that he had a big cock and even less doubt that he gained a quick erection that he held throughout each and every session. At first he'd unsuccessfully tried to hide that from her. As they both "came out" though and the need to do that went away so he didn't try to hide it.
As he stood alongside her, perhaps massaging her back or legs, so she could see it. Could see its shape and length. Could see its full majesty rearing up just inches from her face. So many times it would have been so easy for her to reach out and pull the track trousers down and so many times she nearly did. She had moments when she felt a strong and almost overpowering need to feel him, stroke it and lick it. She imagined doing that as she masturbated in her bed alone and thoughts of just what it would look like would frequently fill her mind at the most inconvenient moments.
Like most women Michy had little interest in mens' tackle when she was not involved sexually. She didn't go around imagining what they had between their legs, didn't have fantasies of seeing them and had no interest in looking at photos of penises, erect or otherwise. They were just something that had no meaning. After all "seen one, seen 'em all" was what most women felt. That is until they were involved sexually, until they were aroused and until they were with a man undressing and caressing each other in preparation for sex. Then it did matter. Then it did feature. Then the cock that was soon to invade her insides became the center of her universe.
More and more this was happening with Brad. Michy accepted that when she was aroused she absolutely loved a man's cock. The feel, the hardness, the implied power and the anticipation of how it would feel. How it would feel to her touch, in her hand, snuggling against her belly, between her breasts, in her mouth and inside her. She loved the taste and the smell of them and she adored the feeling of power she gained from knowing she had made that man hard and that she was keeping him that way.
So Brad's cock became a focus for her thinking and that frightened her. She felt that if she gave into the extraordinarily strong urges she had to see and touch him then that would be going too far. She would be giving too much. The balance between taking and giving would tilt and she would be being "unfaithful" to Mark!
It got worse. Occasionally as he was massaging he would brush against her. His bulging erection would touch her head, press against her arm, hip or foot. The heat and hardness as is did sent unwelcome tingles through her. Tingles that aroused and disturbed her and made her want to reach out and feel it. She managed to resist that. But she wasn't able to resist touching him. As he bent forward, perhaps slipping his tongue between her opened legs or taking an aching nipple between his teeth, so often in the past few sessions Michy's arm would go round his waist. The first time it merely rested on his hip. Then her hand would slide under the loose tee shirt he'd taken to wearing instead of the buttoned up white jacket. Her fingers brushed across his bare flesh, they lightly caressed his back and on one occasion she found them slipping into the waist band of his track trousers. She found herself wanting to touch and stroke his skin, run her hands over his young, taught, muscular body and, worse of all, have it crush her nakedness against it. This was too much. Far too much. Too much closeness and too much intimacy. Too much giving and not enough taking.
The balance, she realised, was beginning to slip away from her.
It was a week since her last appointment and a week until the next. She was at home, alone again, for the evening. As she sipped her fourth glass of white wine she thought back to the last session and the events of that flooded her mind.
"I have to get away quickly this evening," Brad had said when he came into the treatment room, "I'm going cycling," he explained nodding at the tight, lycra, cycling shorts he was wearing.
"Sure," she'd replied feeling a lump in her throat as her eyes were drawn, as if by magnets, to the bulge created in the incredibly tight shorts. "Mmmm," she thought, "he really is well stacked."
Brad enjoyed practically everything to do with sex. He'd never had any inhibitions when with women and got quite a kick from exhibiting himself to them. He was at ease with his body and totally confident when naked. He knew from experience that he was well hung and that women admired his cock. So as he'd massaged Michy and his erection had grown he hadn't been concerned. In fact he got an extra kick from seeing the outline of his, nearly, eight inch, thick cock and full balls under the thin, shiny material that clung to him like a second skin.
It was that memory, that sight that filled her mind as she sat in her Docklands apartment.
He'd massaged her back and legs with her laying on her front and had then asked her to turn over. As usual only essential words were exchanged between them and then in a polite and really quite distant way almost in the same manner as when she'd been a "proper" patient.
"Could you turn over now?" he'd asked.
It was as she turned that she saw him, saw it, saw the most fantastically erotic sight she could ever remember seeing. He was alongside her no more than a foot from her face. Her gaze couldn't have avoided seeing him if she'd wanted it to. And that she didn't want. For right there was the outline of his cock in every stark and arousing detail. He quite obviously wasn't wearing anything under the very, very thin shorts. She could see every aspect of it then and could recall each one now. The thickness, it must have been as sturdy as her wrist. The length, it must have reached his naval. She could see the outline perfectly. The thick veins that ran up it. The ridge down the back of it that vanished into the pouch that held his balls, his big round balls she thought, her hand absent-mindedly, almost, sliding inside her shirt. She could see the ridge that ran round it just beneath the bulbous head and the clear swell of that inside the shorts. They almost need not have been there, she smiled, for all the good they did at hiding it.
How she'd managed it she still couldn't recall. The urge to reach out and peel that thin material away from its gorgeous cargo was as near to as being irresistible as anything she'd previously encountered. But somehow she did. It had been such a close call that she began to reconsider their arrangement. It couldn't go on. She realised that now. It was impossible. A man and a woman just couldn't long term do what she'd set out to do. The temptations were too great. It had to end she concluded.
Brad was surprised at how chatty she was. She'd smiled broadly at him when he'd greeted at reception and had asked him how he was. When he came into the treatment room he saw that she was wearing white stockings or tights under the robe that was pulled tightly round her neck with, unusually recently, no cleavage on sight. For the past few sessions she'd hardly seemed to have bothered to pull the lapels of the robe together and often when he'd walked in he'd seen most of her boobs and sometimes her nipples. This time, though, they were pulled tightly together. She'd asked if he'd had a good weekend and whether he was busy enquiring about new patients. He'd replied politely feeling pleased that she was more talkative.
"I have a surprise for you Brad," she said.
"Yes?" He asked surprised and pleased. "What is it?"
"This," she said, undoing the tie of the robe and letting it fall away from her.
He gulped at the sight. She was wearing one of the short coats that the receptionists used.
She'd suddenly had the idea. She'd noted where the receptionists hung their coats when they left and, as she was supposed to be changing, she'd sneaked out and tried a few on until she found one that fitted her perfectly. Her description of perfectly was different, though, from what its wearer would have used. On her it would be loose but on Michy it was tight. On her it would have been worn undone but on Michy it was done up. On her there would have been trousers or a skirt and top under it, on Michy there wasn't. On her it would have been flowing but on Michy it was clinging. Clinging and stretched. Stretched so tightly that across her breasts and bottom the thin, white cotton became almost see-through. See-through enough to show the outline of her tits and the shadow of her areola, the bumps of her nipples, that were already erect. It was buttoned up. Well as much as the two sizes too small coat could be. She'd left at least one button too many undone to be discrete and her full tits were tumbling out of it. Where the coat was stretched there were gaps by the buttons so that as Brad looked at her he could see the sides of her tits and her belly through the edges of the material. As she walked across the room towards the table where he kept the oils and other paraphernalia of a physio. he saw that, of course it was too short to be worn without anything under it. As she leaned across the table it rode up and he saw the lacy tops of her stocking. The leaning also stretched it more tightly across her delicious buttocks and hips accentuating their full roundness and showing, almost as if it was diaphanous, the outline of the thong that snaked between the two orbs.
Michy had hit upon the idea that night she'd been recalling the view of Brad in his cycling shorts. The evening when once again she'd ended up masturbating about him, alarming herself as she climaxed by imagining that awesome cock inside her. That day when she'd decided it all had to end.
"Role reversal," had, from somewhere, come into her mind. "I'll give him a massage," she'd thought. "I'll become the masseuse and he the patient. I'll be the most sexy masseuse possible and I'll massage him. That still means I'm in control, still taking and not really giving," her rather drunk mind had reconciled.
She'd hatched up the plan about using one of the receptionist's coats and had enjoyed buying the white, lacy topped self support stockings. She'd also bought a new thong and had toyed with a half-cup bra but had rejected that in favour of bare tits.
"Oh fucking hell Michy," Brad breathed as he looked at her, "you look fantastic and so fucking raunchy.
She smiled. "Well that's good then isn't it for that's exactly how I feel."
"Jesus," he whispered his eyes taking in every detail of this amazing woman in her white tunic. He'd seen them so often on the other women and not once had they appeared in any way to have any sex appeal at all. On Michy, though, it took on a whole new dimension. He had no idea why she had decided to wear it and, of course, wasn't aware of her intentions.
"Ok," she started, "here's the plan. I'm the masseuse Brad and you're the patient."
It hit him then, "fuck me she's going to massage me," he thought his heart pounding his pulses racing as the full realisation registered with him.
"Oh yes Michy, yes," he blubbered.
Her face lit up with a beaming smile she said, "well you know the drill don't you? You'd better go into the changing room, put on a gown and then we'll get going."
He could hardly restrain himself in the changing room and he literally ripped his clothes off and put on the robe.
"Undo the robe, hold it together then lay on the table on your front please," she said in a brisk and business-like manner when he returned. The prospect of at last seeing him naked was making her feel excited. A slight shudder of expectancy ran through her as she watched him undo the tie. She knew that shortly she could see his cock. Shortly she would see it but not yet. She didn't feel that she'd be able to resist the temptation.
With shaking hands she reached out and peeled the robe down. Down his back, across his bottom and along his legs. Her gaze was riveted on what she saw. He was even more beautiful, if such a term can be applied to a man, than she'd imagined. Broad shoulders and a muscular back that tapered down to a narrow trim waist. His skin was smooth. It was a golden colour and looked so lickable. His arse was as near perfection as an arse could be. Full and rounded but pert and shapely. Defined cheeks with a deep valley between them and a smattering of, but not too much, hair. His legs were lithe and slimly muscular and very easy she found to imagine being between hers as he hammered into her.
Shuddering with want and desire for the body that lay before her Michy started to massage him just as he had her. Light, soft, fingertip touches. Gentle, gliding movements. Sensuous, erotic actions. On his scalp, his face, his arms that were cradling his head and on his hands and fingers. His broad shoulders, his smooth back and his narrow waist. Leaning over him she caressed him in both armpits simultaneously and then slowly ran her fingers downwards. Down the side of his body. Down the edges of his breasts. He stirred and sighed as she did that lifting a little, suggestively and invitingly almost asking her. She slid her hand under him, her fingers finding his nipple as he pressed his breast against her hand just as she had done so many times to him. She cupped his breast, fondling and stroking it just as she liked it.
"Oh my God Michy. Oh fuck that's incredible," he moaned sending shudders of delight through her. She was thrilled at how he was assuming her role and she his. He the female and she the male.
Then his legs. His sculpted thighs and muscular bisceps. Up and down, sliding ever further upwards, almost touching his balls or arse. Almost but not quite. That wouldn't be right. That wasn't her plan, well not if her resistance could hold out.
It was absolutely amazing but a little puzzling for Brad. The change in Michy, the clothes she was wearing and the complete reversal of roles. These he couldn't understand but that didn't bother him at all. It was more than compensated for by her appearance and manner and by the incredibly erotic nature of the massage. In his mind he was wondering whether the change would go as far as her letting him fuck her. He desperately wanted that and his cock grew harder and harder as he lay there her hands doing the most arousing things to him. "Please, please," he said to himself as they slid up his thigh several times almost, but not quite, touching his balls. Hopefully, encouragingly to her, he opened his legs further until he could spread them no more and several time he raised himself from the table slightly.
She could see that she was having the desired effect on him. She smiled at the way he tried to persuade her to go further. To touch him where he needed to be touched, where it would excite him the most and give him the greatest pleasure. The place where any normal lover would have touched him, where she desperately wanted to touch him. The place, though, where she didn't dare touch him. No Michy had to fight to stop herself from caressing his balls and from grabbing his cock that still she'd never seen.
But now was the time. The time for her to see it and for her to put herself to the ultimate test. For her to examine just how strongly she held those bizarre views on her faithfulness and for her to find out whether she really could resist the quite extreme temptations.
"Turn over," she said her voice tight and heavy.
As she saw it she felt her heart start to pound and her pulses race. The vision she'd imagined so many times was so much more exciting in reality than she could ever have imagined. It was a glorious cock. A wonderful specimen. A beautiful penis. Her immediate reaction was to make love to it. Make love with her hands and fingers, tits and nipples and lips and tongue. To cosset it, adore it and worship at it. But she didn't, she simply gazed at it in the wordless style that was the feature of their extraordinary relationship. Gazed at it as her entire body shook with lust and want.
It was big. Not scaringly so but certainly larger than any she'd ever had or seen in real life. It was thick and it did, as good as, reach his naval. It was a nice tan colour, uncut she noted, with a huge purple head stretching the foreskin so much it slid back to beneath the bulbous end. That was glistening, maybe damp she thought, as she simply stood there ogling the naked young body alongside her on the massage table.
Brad revelled in the show. He wasn't in the least embarrassed to lay there naked with a woman staring at his erection. He loved that and the feelings the blatant exhibitionism gave him. But he so wanted her to touch it, do something, give him something. After all he'd given so much and she'd taken. Perhaps that's what this change was all about? Perhaps she was going to give herself to him?
Taking such extraordinary care Michy let her fingers trail across his thighs. Up and down them and into each groin. Over his flat stomach and around his waist. Gently and softly her fingertips ran round the huge outline of his penis going so close but never quite touching it. They slid down and fumbled in his pubic hairs and they slid up and pressed into his naval a mere centimetre at most from the twitching head of his awesome, straining manhood.
As her fingers glided over him so Brad slightly thrust himself upwards, pushing his cock towards her hoping and wishing she would touch it but she didn't. She was right next to him, her tits ballooning out of the ridiculously tight tunic, the bottom of it, he noticed looking down, riding up above the lacy tops of her stockings. The cheeks of her bum were on view. He had to feel them and his hand snaked out and fondled them. It felt good to her. She liked his touch and she opened her legs. His fingers slid across the gusset of her thong and pressed pushing the silk slightly inside her wet lips. He rubbed her like that as she flittered her fingertips nearer and nearer to his cock that was now aching and throbbing to be held and loved. She could see it straining and the thought of feeling that with her fingers or in her mouth was so appealing that she almost gave in. Somehow, though, she got the strength to resist and instead moved her fingers away and ran them over his chest.
"Pull them down," she said hoarsely as his fingers played with the slither of silk that went between her cheeks, "pull my knickers down, pull them away from me, pull them away from my cunt," she went on feeling the need to talk dirty..
Now even more confused for never before had she let him undress her Brad leaned over a bit and pulled the garment as far down her legs as his position allowed. They were around her knees, almost. She moved away from the table by a few feet and bending over removed them and then stood straight again the ridiculously brief slither of silk and lace in her hand.
Brad stared back at her taking in the wondrous sight as his hand, almost unconsciously, rested on his cock. He stroked it knowing she'd see that. It felt good for both of them. He saw her white painted fingernails go to the top button of the tight tunic. A moments fumbling and it was open. Her tits seemed to burst from it pleased and relieved to be released from its confines. Then the next button and next until it was completely open. She shrugged it off and stood there naked apart from her white hold ups and shoes holding her panties in her hand.
The feel of the silk on her breast was wonderful. So sensual and so erotic. The soft, smooth, cool, luxuriant material trailing across her sensitive flesh inflamed her even more. She rubbed it against the very tips of her nipples revelling in the feel of it against the raging tempest of sensations that was erupting within them. She ran the garment down her voluptuous body, from her tits to her waist, over that and across the slight swell of her belly and onto her thatch of pubic hair. She pressed the silk against her clit and then along her engorged lips pushing it slightly inside her wetting the material as she watched Brad start to rub his fingertips up and down the gorgeous tube of swollen flesh rearing up his stomach.
"Get off the table Brad," Michy whispered. "Get off the table and stand up."
Willingly, for he was so excited and now intrigued he did as she asked
"Oh my God," she said to herself it looks even better when he's standing up. It did and it looked even bigger thrusting so vertically up his body.
"Lean on the table for me," she croaked her voice strained by her excitement and the emotions as she visualised her plan unfolding. He did as he was asked. "No bend more, stick your bum out," he heard her say.
He was just right she thought looking at him. Elbows resting on the edge of the table, his legs spread he was bent almost ninety degrees at the waist. His fabulous arse was sticking out towards her and underneath, his awesome cock strained horizontally along his flat belly. "Mmmm," she mused, "he looks fabulous."
He'd always been a tactile person. He loved being touched and touching others. "Perhaps the cause of his problems when massaging attractive women," he'd often thought. He also loved the feel of materials on him, hence the lycra shorts, so when he felt her trailing her panties down his back and along the crease of his arse his body shuddered with the lovely sensations it sent through him. When he felt them on his face and when Michy pressed the damp material firstly against his eyes and then held them over his nose the sensations increased. It was an incredible feeling to have his eyes covered by the smooth, soft material so his sight was removed. But that sensation was increased enormously by having her wet, smell pervading his nose.
The panties went away but he kept his eyes closed savouring those sensations.
"Stand up," he heard her say so excitingly thickly.
Standing just a foot or so from her they looked at each other the lust clearly evident in their eyes as they roamed over the flaunting nakedness of the other.
He could hardly believe what he heard her say. His heart pounded at the thought and she saw his cock visible twitch as her words went into his mind.
"Put them on Brad," she'd said in a croaky whisper. "Put my panties on and let me see you in my knickers."
In other circumstances he may have looked ridiculous. His balls dissected by the crotch of the thong bulged out of both sides and hung down from it. His cock, far too large to be contained by the pouch, swelled the material and reared well above the waistband. But in these circumstances it was fine. In this scenario that this amazing woman was creating it was great. In this action of role reversal it was perfect.
To her he looked amazingly erotic. The silk and lace of the white, so feminine garment clashed with, but accentuated, the tanned, naked, maleness of the young man creating such a wantonly rude image that Michy felt weak at the knees. The vision of his massive cock and balls in her panties the slither of lace vanishing between his firm, muscular cheeks when just moments ago it had snuggled her rounder, softer arse looked so sordid yet so arousing she momentarily wondered whether she'd be able to continue with her plan. She found the will to persevere, somehow.
"Turn round again and lean on the table," she ordered.
He felt her hands on his hips. He felt her fingers digging into the muscles. He felt her gripping him. He wondered just what more this astonishing woman had lined up for him.
Holding his hips and standing just inches behind his rounded, pert arse Michy looked at the body before her and summoned up the resistance and the strength to complete her plan. Closing the short space between them she pressed her mound against him. Pressed the top of it against the little bone at the end of his spine. Pressed the lower parts of it against his arse. Pressed her clit and her pussy inside the cheeks of that arse.
And like that she fucked him as men had fucked her in the past.
She surged herself up and down against him simulating the fucking movements she'd had done on her so often over the years. She gripped his hips and pushed and thrust along and against the crease between his cheeks taking the sensations that gave her through her cunt as her right. Faster and more urgent she became as her orgasm that had been simmering for so long now started to erupt. Harder and harder she fucked his arse. Firmer and firmer were her movements as she heard him moaning and groaning with pleasure and as she felt his body quiver and writhe with the excitement she was creating.
"Oh God, yes, yes," he whined, "yes Michy , yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck my arse Michy, fuck me up my arse" he groaned as his body reacted so strongly to the simulated fucking he was getting.
She knew the time was right. That the moment had arrived. That all else had been done and that there was just one more thing she had to do. Just one more thing to complete what she'd set out to do. Just one further action to fully complete this role reversal.
Bending over him squashing her aching breasts against his firm back, she reached round him. She put her hand out. She found him. She wrapped her fingers round the silk covered thong and she touched his cock for the first time, through it. And then she provided him with the surrogate cunt that he could fuck as she fucked him.
"Wait for me here Brad," she said softly as she removed her hand from the sodden mess of the cum filled thong. He watched her naked arse as it undulated its way out of the treatment room wondering what might happen when she came back.
He never saw or heard from her again. She didn't return that evening and never contacted him again. The extraordinary sessions ended just as quickly as they'd begun.
Michy was pleased she'd been able to resist being "unfaithful" to Mark. Happy that she'd maintained her attitude towards taking and not giving and relieved that she had only once touched his cock and then through her silk thong.
She never once thought of contacting Brad again but she did think about creating another adventure.
"As the hand of the slightly butch girl slid up the inside of the thirty eight, well nine now, woman's thigh..." she smiled thinking of the possibilities.
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