The Massage

I got just about everything wrong.

I'd read Steve Lockhart's book, watched an online demonstration, practised on my own muscles, the ones I could access, I really thought I was ready to give P a massage (a real massage) so I suggested it to him and he said sure and half an hour later we were upstairs in the bedroom. I wanted it to work, to be beneficial, leave him feeling on top of the world. I thought it might be erotic too but that honestly wasn't my motive.

Anyway the bed wasn't the best place to perform it, P has managed it fine when he's done me (that sounds bad) but I found it awkward because I had to clamber on board working partly from the side and partly astride him. I didn't have any oil, not the right stuff, so I used Johnsons baby oil which doesn't wipe off like the real stuff. I didn't warm my hands, I didn't even think about them being cold on warm skin. I didn't have a towel ready. I also wasn't getting deep enough apparently. And I let my hands wander now and then to places a masseuse (a genuine one) would not.

Eventually P got fed up and turned over, I noticed a bulge in the front of his underpants. He sat up on the bed and told me to strip. I was genuinely surprised but I did as instructed. He told me I had some way to go before I could perform a massage properly and he said I should have paid more attention to detail, he also told me I shouldn't try to combine a good massage with sex.

Then he dragged me across is knees and gave me a stern hand spanking, admonishing me for my shortcomings and telling me he appreciated the thought but I'd better try harder and get it right next time.

Then to my delight he rolled me off his lap and told me to pay attention while he gave me a quick demonstration of how it should be done. He used talc because he couldn't remember where the proper massage oil was, he said it would be smoother than baby oil and it was, his hands were deliciously warm from spanking me too and although he didn't do the full works top to toe, he soon had me mmming and coooing. He did my shoulders and back, skipped past my glutes (meanie) which were still basking in the glow of afterspank and then worked my thighs.

I couldn't help part them a little for his convenience. He noticed of course and his firm muscle kneading changed to light finger tracing, teasing my inner thighs and trailing up over my backside, which made me lift greedily upwards, then back again only this this time his hand found the wetness between my thighs and started an altogether different type of kneading. Christ I certainly didn't need any oil there, I was soaking and starting to writhe like a lizard, I told him I'd come if he kept doing that so he stopped. I thought, oh shit, don't leave me like this but it was OK, he just wanted to get up behind me, whereupon he lifted me onto me knees and plunged his turgid penis into me. God we must do this massage thing more often, my eyes nearly popped out of my head and within moments we were both coming, me with some choice expletives. We collapsed onto the bed in a heap, hot flesh, sweat, baby oil, talcum powder and sticky sex. It was really rather nice and I'm definitely going to...ahem...massage him again.

So I guess I didn't get it so wrong after all.

Ronnie

xx

First picture from the PinkPapers.