Chapter 2

Once we were back in the bedroom I watched as Doreen spread out another large white fluffy towel over the bed.

“Okay, if you’d like to lie face down please, sir,” she asked. “So, would you prefer your massage with talcum powder or perhaps warm oil?”

“Ermmm ... whichever you prefer is good with me, Crystal,” I replied as I lay down.

“Then oil it is, I prefer oil, I do like my man to be slippery and slide’ Doreen said with a giggle.

I heard music playing as Doreen started a CD player. I heard her moving around behind me and then I felt the bed dip as Doreen sat on the side. Her oily hands started off at my neck, the oil was warm and her hands, although soft, were rubbing my skin firmly and gently. Her fingers drove into my skin, kneading, rubbing, and stroking. She obviously knew how to give a proper massage.

For the next few minutes Doreen probed, squeezed, and manipulated every muscle I knew of, from the base of my spine to my neck, and several I had not known existed. During the procedure, she poured some more of the hot oil into her palms of her hands and used it in the massage of my now highly sensitive skin.

As her fingers worked on the various groups of muscles in my upper back I felt the tension being released from my body. Her hands moved first down the right side of my body, then down the left. Stroking and sliding over my skin, her hands touching and teasing. Her fingers were slipping and sliding all over my back, occasionally sliding down over the soft skin on the side of my stomach. She did not just rub; she caressed, she fondled, and she soothed me.

Doreen’s hands, were now well lubricated with oil, were slipping easily over my back and shoulders. The remnants of my tension and frustrations were soon replaced by a feeling of utter contentment.

Doreen gave a good massage; she had obviously taken a class or had a lot of experience. Her hands were warm and soft, and she slowly ran them up to my shoulders and then down my ribs and over my buttocks, stroking and caressing my skin.

“Mmmmm, you shave your ass as well, Zak. That is nice,” she murmured from behind me.

When she poured more oil onto her hands and started to move down to my buttocks and legs, the contentment was in turn replaced by a feeling of anticipation. Thoughts of things to come began to run around my head.

I had to adjust my posture a little to make room underneath me for the growth spurt in my groin. Occasionally her fingers slipped between my legs just enough to tease my genitals. Disappointment flooded my mind when her hands left the proximity of my crotch and moved down to my feet. Doreen massaged down my right leg and then back up.

Again, she massaged my buttocks, with a casual brushing across my anus to my testicles and down my left leg, repeating the process all the way to my toes and back to my balls and buttocks.

Her strong supple hands wove a pattern of arousal over my tingling flesh. I felt her hands leave me and the bed moved as Doreen stood up. She moved around to the other side of the bed and knelt by my side. She caressed the oils into my skin, sliding smoothly, stroking softly over my back and shoulders, down the ridge of my spine and over my bum; she took ages on my bum, kneading and stroking my buttocks, then she moved down along one leg until she slipped deftly back, brushing my swelling balls as her fingers massaged the soft cleft of my ass, making me moan appreciatively in the back of my throat.

Doreen started massaging my upper thighs; she occasionally brushed my ball sack with the back of her hands as she massaged my inner leg. Her hands-on my buns only intensified the feelings of passion that coursed through my veins. Her fingers were teasing me when they slipped in my ass crack and brushed against my asshole, and I could not stifle the gasp of delight. Doreen gently stroked and teased my anus, while I clenched and unclenched as she tantalised me.

Doreen soon had my legs spread slightly and as she worked on my legs, her hands began to wander down onto my large oval balls that were exposed to her sight and touch from behind.

She worked further down my legs, but every now and then her fingertips were drawn to my crotch to caress and fondle my balls. My breath quickened and my moans and groans of pleasure were almost embarrassing.

She finished the massaging of my back with a playful slap on the ass.

“Are you feeling a little more relaxed, babe?” she called out.

“Mmmmm, very much so,” I replied, hardly able to talk.

“Okay, that’s good,” Doreen purred. “Well, I think it’s time for you to roll over.”

I rolled over, unable to hide my obvious excitement. Doreen let out a low wolf whistle as she saw my erection.

“Wow, it’s getting warm! I need a drink. Do you fancy one?” Doreen asked as her fingers slid up my inner thigh and stroked my balls. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock and softly squeezed it. I looked down, marvelling at the delicate fingers capped with red-painted fingernails. Her hand stroked my cock with slick, gentle action. She pumped my cock several times. I am still not sure if the panting was me or her...

“Mmmmm, yes, please. Some water would be good,” I sighed as she wanked my throbbing shaft. Her thumb slipped over the wet sticky tip of my cock, rubbing the pre-cum all over my mushroom-shaped helmet.

Doreen laughed as she let go of my throbbing rod. “I’ll be back in five minutes, and don’t be naughty while I am away. Okay?”

I watched Doreen’s big bum wiggle seductively out of the room, and then I lay on the bed trying to get my breath back.

When she returned she had a tray with two glasses filled with ice and a bottle of still water. She poured us both a glass; I sipped at the water and watched as she sipped hers. My cock was standing at full mast, and Doreen’s eyes kept being drawn to it. Every time her eyes focused on my cock I twitched it, watching her lick her lips in anticipation.

I watched as she sipped another mouthful of water, then she leaned over and sucked on my nipple, the cold water washing over the sensitive tip, driving me crazy. She held my cock in her mouth for a few seconds, swirling the water around it.

I felt her swallow, and she let my knob slip from her lips before drinking more water and putting the glass down. She kissed from my groin to my chest, a sensation like butterflies on my skin.

She sucked on one nipple while stroking the other, her tongue lashed around the hard nub, licking, and sucking. My nipples were as hard as bullets. She sucked and nibbled on my nipples for ages, every now and then her tongue drew damp rings around my hard nubs.

She sighed as her mouth slid off my nipple. She leaned back and took the bottle of oil, pouring a generous measure over my chest. She began to massage my chest, humming along to the music as she rubbed and caressed my skin. The velvety feeling as she ran her fingers down my stomach sent chills through my body. I kept getting glimpses of her cleavage as she worked on me, and that made my knob twitch more. She traced oily lines all over my chest and abdomen with her fingers. She did a thorough and professional of relaxing me, well, all apart from one part of me.

When she got to my groin she bypassed my cock and ran the tips of her long red nails along my upper thighs, driving me insane.

Doreen gently caressed my balls before she moved on to over my lower thighs and then lower legs, and the touch of her firm but soft hands on my balls was extremely arousing. She obviously knew that, and she gave me the maximum stimulation that she could. My nerve endings were screaming out at me, and my heart was thumping in my chest as she teased and tantalised me.