Chapter 1: Go To Bed And Perform

I turned over, and he put his hands on the back of my head. His massage was lovely and gentle and feeling a man’s hands going down my bare back sent lovely shivers through me.’

‘When he went over my cheeks I struggled not to scream in excitement. I couldn’t stop myself crying out, ‘Albert that’s lovely, you’re so gentle.’ ‘He’s light on his feet too,’ Rubys called out. ‘Apparently, it often happens with big men.’

‘From my massage of Albert last time, I already knew he would get the description of being a big man, but it wasn’t his general build that I was thinking of. As he went down the back of my legs he asked, ‘Can you tell me what you would have to do to get pregnant.’

‘I’d never ever been asked such a question in my life, and being asked by a man seemed to make it even more impossible to answer. But then, this was Albert, a man who had just massaged over my panties and who’s hard cock I had felt just a few days ago, albeit through his clothes.’

‘I don’t know all the details,’ I admitted, ‘But if I’ve understood it right, the man would put his cock inside my vagina and fill it full of sperm.’ As he returned over my cheeks, we were silent. Me because I wanted to concentrate on the pleasure that was giving me.’

‘Albert, I assume, because he knew how much I was enjoying that bit of his massage. As he moved up onto my bare back he asked, ‘So do you think that if I put my cock into your vagina and took it out again, you would get pregnant?’ ‘I suppose so.’ I told him, wondering if I sounded daft.’

‘He remained silent and finished off my back. ‘Turn over.’ he instructed. As I settled on my back, I saw him looking at my breasts. By now I knew mine were much firmer than Ruby’s, I wondered if feeling them would get him aroused.’

‘He gave me a nice smile, then massaged the front of my head. My heart was pounding, knowing his hands would be resting on my breasts directly on my bra at any moment. As he massaged my shoulders, he asked, ‘Have you ever threaded a sewing needle?’

‘That startled me. In the situation we were in with his hands moving down to feel my breasts, it seemed a weird and unrelated question. ‘Yes.’ I answered. ‘Do you find it easy?’ he asked. ‘No,’ I admitted. ‘I can usually do it, but it takes several tries.’

‘I struggled to answer, because his big gentle hands massaging my breasts were sending such amazing feelings through me. I was even imagining how much nicer it would feel on the flesh, and how wonderful it would be if Stuart ever did it on the skin.’

‘As he moved on down my stomach, he asked, ‘What does the cotton do that stops you succeeding?’ ‘Sometimes I miss the hole altogether,’ I told him, ‘But mainly the cotton hits the side of the hole in the needle and just bends.’ As I finished speaking, his hands moved onto the front of my panties.’

‘Feeling his hands moving over them and knowing he must be able to feel my hairs, even if it was through the material, made my heartbeat feel like a pounding drum, I felt sure he must hear it. I couldn’t stop myself even with him. I drew my knees up and opened my legs.’

‘He did as Ruby had done, he slid his hand deep between my legs and ran his fingertips all over my panties, immediately above the opening to my vagina. I screamed in pure ecstasy. I had such an urge to tell him to pull them off and do it directly on my hairs.’

‘When he moved on down my legs, it took me a while to come back down to earth. He watched my face and judged when I was back with him. ‘Supposing you were trying to push another needle through the hole instead of cotton,’ he asked, ‘Do you think that would be any easier?’

‘Yes.’ I said after a bit of thought. ‘Why do you think that would be?’ he asked as he started back up my legs. ‘I suppose if it hit the side of the hole it wouldn’t bend, so it could still slip in. Also being solid it would be easier to guide it in anyway.’

‘Well done,’ he said, and his hands reached my panties once more. He pressed his index finger onto my panties very gently directly over the opening to my vagina. ‘You have felt my cock soft and hard,’ he said. ‘Can you imagine how difficult it would be to push that into you when it was soft?’