Chapter 9: Sex Explained with Exhibits

“Yeah, that’d be nice. But first, I want to say, I’m sorry I screwed up your day. And I thought you might like to have your massage now. And while I owe you a massage, I thought I might do it now as a way to make up for today. And I’ll do it the way you said it should be done.” She pulled a towel from beside her and started working the covers off me.

I understood the robe at that second. She was likely nude underneath, which brought my dick to life. “You really don’t have to do that. You can do it any way you feel comfortable. Seriously.”

“No, I want to do it your way, since I haven’t been living up to my part of the deal today.” She said with her eyes down looking remorseful and embarrassed. “You won’t look will you?”

On this, I wouldn’t lie to her, “Yeah, I probably will look if I’m being perfectly honest. But I won’t gawk or stare. And with a beautiful body like yours, there is no reason to be embarrassed.”

My answer stopped her working the covers down me and she climbed off the bed. I thought the answer had been the death nail, as the warmer-than-expected air hit all my back but stopped at the top of my butt. From beside the bed, she had a bit of a dejected look, “OK But you promise not to stare?” she asked. She bashfully turned around hiding much of her body from me, while her robe was untied and slid off her shoulders.

She stood perfectly still next to me only the exquisiteness of her curved ass and slender hips of her hourglass shape were left for my gawking. Slowly with her arm covering her breasts and a hand down trying to hide her pussy from my view she turned back to me. I did my best not to stare at her immaculate body. But, it was hard to resist.

Halfway turned around to me, she said, “Please don’t stare. I don’t think I can do this with you looking at me with no clothes.” The speed of her turning slowed but even with her hand in front of her pussy I couldn’t help but notice, it was at mouth level.

There was also a blush that was redder than it should have been had her skin not been so pale, still not fully recovered from a night of drinking. The arm over her breast did little but hide her nipples. The rounded cones were slightly smashed under her arm and it looked so sexy. Yet for some reason, I heard myself saying to the goddess before me, “No, it really is OK if you’re dressed. If you’d be more comfortable that way.”

Bashfully she started, “I screwed up earlier, so I want to do this right.” A little stronger she added, “We’re both adults and we’ve agreed on no sex.” To herself, barely audible she said, “I can do this.” With that, she gradually lowered her arm from her breasts while just as slowly she moved the hand from in front of her pussy to her hip. I could have sworn I saw a bit of extra moisture between lips that looked plumper than they’d been before. With her pussy now in full view, she said, “And, I’m not sure why but sometime last night I guess I decided no sex only meant no intercourse. And evidently, I did some things to you and encouraged some things to be done to me that could’ve been done even with clothes. So being naked shouldn’t be any bigger deal than if I were dressed.” I couldn’t help but feel she was talking herself into thinking giving a massage with no clothes on was OK. “Plus, you’ve probably seen a hundred women naked in your life. And I know I’ve seen a man that way.”

I noticed she said man, not men. I couldn’t help but wonder if that man was Karen’s husband, or if she was talking about seeing me. She continued pulling down the covers until I was completely uncovered and started putting the towel over my butt. While she did I said, “You’re right I have. But none were as gorgeous as you.”

She stopped what she was doing frozen for a moment. “Thank you. But can I have you close your eyes? I want to do this right but I’m not sure I can with you looking at me. Despite what we did last night, which I don’t remember.” When she went back to tucking the towel under my hips her hands had a nervous shake to them. Finished covering my ass she bent over showing me her fine puckered tan hole and the fat lips of her pussy as well as the fine pink ones they protected. Having finished digging out the two bottles she had put in the robe pocket she turned back to me, where the slightest move and extended tongue would’ve given me a taste of heaven.

“OK, I’ll try to keep them closed. But you’re just so incredible to look at. And like I said earlier, I’m likely to look every now and again” I said closing my eyes and putting my face into the bed.

“Thank you, I know you’ll not stare.” She again moved her arms and hands nervously over her private areas. She did this for a while before with my undiscovered peeking I saw her stop covering her privates and flip the lid of a lotion bottle.

My concerns of cold lotion being poured on my back were unfounded, Jackie put the lotion and warmed it up rubbing her hands together. Her hands awkwardly grabbed my shoulders and went to work. It seemed she was spending as much time and effort keeping her body from the possibility of my spurious glances as she was rubbing and massaging my back. Over my shoulder blades and wrapping my rib cage as she moved my arms around giving herself better access. After a couple of minutes, she asked, “I’ve never had one of these done professionally. Am I doing it right?”

I was pleased she was taking the job she was doing seriously though much of the time was spent keeping her glorious nubile body from any view. So I answered honestly. “You are doing a great job considering, I’m not on a massage table. Plus you’re not a professional masseuse and used to their usual attire. Plus normally the masseuses can stand at my head rubbing parallel to the spine.”

“Can I sit on your butt and legs while doing this?”

I wondered if she had any recollection of sitting on my butt the night before. “I don’t think you weigh enough for me to notice.”

Evidently feeling more confident in her skills she asked, “Do professionals skip over your butt and go to your legs directly, or do they also massage it.”

“Some do, some don’t. Really depends on the level of service you are paying for.” I answered not telling her some services included a tug also.

“Well, this one is supposed to be a full-service massage.” She started pulling the towel’s tucked-in ends free from beneath me, uncovering my ass. With my ass uncovered making me more like her, she was a bit less inhibited. Her hands went straight to my ass. Her fingers kneading first one ass cheek then the other. While she did the kneading over and over she dipped her fingers into my ass crack. Each time she did she became bolder going further down into the fissure and closer to my asshole and balls.

She spread my legs out wider than any massage table would’ve normally allowed. Still standing next to me she rubbed her palms over the curve of my ass and down the back of my thigh. Soon her hands were dipped down between my inner thighs. As she did this the back of her hand bumped against the soft slack skin of my ball sack. Her fingertips dragged along my lightly-haired thigh going up and down. The bumping into my balls no longer seemed random but deliberate.

After multiple bumps from first doing my right thigh, they continued and were more frequent as she stroked the left. When she finished the deep massage of the muscles of my thighs she started on my calves. She manipulated the calf muscles for a short time before she started back up my thighs.

For a second time, she seemed to intentionally contact my balls multiple times. I couldn’t believe a woman so bashful about her own body being visible would disregard trying to hide her groping my testicles. She gently cupped and lifted them while she caressed her thumb through my sparse pubic hairs. A finger had even crossed over my perineum to the edge of my anus.

Jackie’s hands’ movements parted my crack further while arching over my butt. The sensations were incredible and hardened my dick more than it already was from seeing Jackie’s immaculate naked form. When her hands reached my coccyx. She patted the bed at the foot and said, “Will you move down here and spin around sideways. I think I can do a better job that way.” Her hand made a spinning motion before my eyes but tried keeping her naked body out of the line of view.

I debated her request. While on my stomach she had no idea how hard she had made me. Moving where she wanted me would likely give her a clear understanding of what she was doing to me. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to know. Additionally, it would give her a better way to keep her perfect cones and luscious honed legs and all the areas between, mostly from my stealthy stares. She patted the bed again, “Come on ... down here.”

I wondered if my reason for not wanting to move was the same reason she wanted me to. So I asked, “What is special about down there?”

“Well ... it will be easier to get to both your shoulders.”

“That it will,” I agreed.

“So move, I want this to be perfect.” She’d become a bit anxious about me moving. I moved where she wanted to placate her. While doing so, Jackie stood still near me watching my hard cock sway under me with my balls hanging down. I saw her lick her lips as she investigated my cock. I saw that the view had her done to her as well.

Most of her skin’s pasty color was gone replaced by a flush. Her labia were plump between her smooth thighs and what earlier I thought was a hint of moisture was definitely pussy lube. Her blushed breasts raised and lowered in shallow breaths and her nipples were already hard points. Her hands seemed caught unsure if they should go to her breast or cunt, or return to me.

I thought I could learn how she liked her clit and pussy stimulated if she started masturbating. Likewise, her hands on her firm cones pinching and pulling on the erasures topping the small mammary organs, besides being erotic, could be instructive. I figured the more I knew about what she enjoyed the higher the likelihood I could reproduce the sensations. Thus I might have the pleasure of seeing a repeat of the previous night’s display at a later time.

She finally moved. The curve of her ass bounded up and down on the two quick steps before I felt the bed move below me. Similar to what she had done intoxicated she climbed on the bed. Unlike the previous night, she didn’t sit on me. She kept her pussy lips off me though I could feel its heat on the back of my thighs.

Jackie’s hands were once again on my skin. Her fingers pressed hard digging into my Trapezius. And while most of the time her squeezing and compressions of my scapulas felt delightful other times I think a Vulcan death grip would’ve been preferable. It was while her hands were busy with my deltoids that her labia first contacted low on my ass.

The gathered lube trapped in the overly thick clam shells oozed out onto my skin everywhere they pressed against me, making a lube stamp of their contact. The backs of my thighs were mostly coated in a fine lube layer when I felt the first tentative rock of Jackie’s hips. Her hands were sliding around my sides firmly stroking my lats down around to my chest’s pectorals when her movement was more deliberate. Her hip’s swing drove her fat labia apart as well as the fine folds below. The tiny firm mount of nerves scraped up my ass.

She let out a small gasp at her hip’s stroke’s endpoint along with a quiet, “Mmm.” Again, unlike the night before she didn’t immediately rub her clit again back down my skin. Instead, it was a couple of minutes before I felt the downward stroke, as she tried disguising her pleasuring herself. Gradually the time between her clit grinding was reduced until it was a little under thirty seconds.

Once she had begun pleasing herself, the quality and attention to the massage were also reduced. The sighs and low-volume moans continued even when she wasn’t humping against me. A heavier thick ooze on my flesh was the instigator for Jackie’s firmly voiced, “Time for the front. Will you please continue to keep your eyes closed?”

I didn’t directly answer her, “As I said earlier, I won’t stare.” Then I complimented her, “By the way, you’ve done an incredible job on me so far. I hope the front is just as good.” While turning over my hard dick was released from under me and sprung out. Jackie’s eyes looked at it as she tried not to show her excitement. She failed as her chest flushed and breathing shortened.

Hopes for the same actions as when she was drunk were squashed when I heard her talking to herself in little more than a whisper,” Oh God I shouldn’t. Too close ... It’d be way too close ... too easy. Can be that close.”

I attempted to alleviate her fears saying, “I think I need my towel back.” Holding out my hand she put the towel into it. I immediately covered my groin with the white cloth tucking it under my ass. “Much better,” I stated with the hope she would reconsider where she would place herself while finishing her task.

She did reconsider her location. She didn’t sit back on my thighs but knelt on the bed above my head. The aroma coming from her pussy was strong being so close to my nose. She began massaging my face as her pussy was inches from the top of my head. Jackie’s touches went from my face down my neck and back as well as along my clavicles. Slowly she scooted up until her knees ran into my shoulders.

Jackie’s ass sat on her calves she leaned over my head, her hands on my chest. She gripped and squeezed as well as stroked my chest muscles. While her hands glided over my flesh, she would on occasion pull and roll the nipple on my chest playfully. She leaned even further over me, as her light touch traveled along my stomach. She could no longer keep her ass on her calves, as her fingers started under the towel.

Her small cones showed no signs of deforming and continued to hug her chest despite gravity. Her coned areola and nipple showed the excitement she obviously was feeling while she groped me. I noticed her hands moved much slower toward my midsection than when they went out to the hipbones. They also had a slight tremble to them.