Erotic Massage

With Giorgos we lived…many, moments of erotic unbridled madness and passion… It had been a while since I'd seen him and I desired him.. We arranged to meet on Sunday at his shop, since due to the holidays everything is open even on Sunday. So we made an appointment for 11 o'clock. I arrived on time and he was preparing hot coffee since the weather was sunny yes but the cold outside was biting. The air conditioning was working at full blast so the shop was very warm. While drinking our coffee, and telling our news, he tells me he has a little surprise for me…. With obvious curiosity I asked him what it was about but he wouldn't tell me and said he would show me after we finished our coffee. After about an hour he got up and locked the shop door. I noticed then for the first time the dark curtains that were pulled to the side, which he spread out and closed off the view from behind. My curiosity grew sharply. "Come with me," he told me, leaning down and gently touching his lips to mine. I got up and followed him to the back workshop. My eyes opened wide seeing him bring from the little storeroom a foldable bed. In reality it was something like a high table but with a thin mattress on top. He set it up and then told me. "Remember I hinted to you that I know how to give a massage?" His answer preceded my affirmative nod. "So if you want, I'll give you one right now." I looked for a moment at him and then at the massage table. Then I noticed on the workbench 2-3 small bottles of oil as well as a closed black portfolio... "I'm a bit embarrassed..." I answered him almost in a whisper... "Listen. I'll leave you to get ready. I'll sit in front of the computer and I won't get up unless you tell me. Get ready at your own pace." Saying this he turned the air conditioning to maximum and before going to the front he said: "You'll need to take off all your clothes so we don't get them oily. When you're ready, lie face down on the table and put this towel over you. Call me afterwards!" He left me and sat at the computer with his heart pounding hard from the anticipation... I could always refuse and this possible disappointment was creating intense stress for him, I could understand it from his movements. "I'm ready Giorgos" I called to him after about 10 minutes. He got up and came back to the workshop. I had undressed completely and was lying face down on the table having covered my bottom with the towel. He rolled up his sleeves and held his hands near the air conditioning for a little while to warm them. Then he took the small bottle of oil and before pouring it on my back, he tells me: "You'll feel cold at first but soon you'll heat up!" The oil had inside it a small dose of eucalyptus which he knew warms the body. He poured some oil onto my shoulders. I let out a little cry from the cold contact. Quickly however his fingers worked the oil over my shoulders. The result was that I warmed up as he had told me. He poured more oil on my back. Now I accepted it more comfortably.. his fingers freed their experienced movements on my flesh. They began to sculpt my body starting from my shoulders, descending to my sides and then reaching my waist they climbed the entire length of my spine to my neck. At the neck he paid special attention doing kneading and friction, gradually increasing and decreasing the intensity of his fingers. Then sometimes he let them with sweeping movements knead the now relaxed warm flesh of my back, sometimes making them into fists to sculpt my body and sometimes he "pulled" lightly pinching my flesh. In a few minutes he moved the towel aside... he had to work on my legs. The sight of my naked ass was a delight to the eyes. He sighed deeply but restrainedly so I wouldn't understand that the sight aroused him (but a woman understands such things very easily). He poured oil on my calves and then on my thighs. At first his fingers simply worked, spreading it everywhere on my legs avoiding approaching the flesh of my ass and also avoiding dipping into the inner part of my thighs. Subsequently he lifted, bending one of my legs. He meticulously worked on each of my toes separately, rubbing them, twisting them gently. He took my foot with both his hands and bent it rotationally and somewhat quickly. Then he rubbed the area just above my heel and my ankles. Soon he gently rested my foot on the table and did exactly the same to my other foot. He gently took Then again one of my legs and moved it apart from the other. He did the same to my other leg. He had to work my calves and my buttocks now... but with this positioning he had a very erotic view of my pussy slit and my asshole. He restrained himself… He poured oil again on my legs and simultaneously worked his fingers on both my calves.. He started low near the heel and reached up to the hollow behind my knee. Soon he let his fingers climb higher.. each time they climbed 2-3 centimeters higher on my buttocks until they reached the base of my ass. Here he stopped giving me massage on both my legs simultaneously. He now worked on each one separately. The thighs need special care. So he started in the same style as with my back, to knead and rub them... He heard me breathing heavily. He understood that I was enjoying the relaxation he was offering. The time came to work on my ass. He took a different oil now... deliberately for special use on these erogenous areas. The only difference from the other was that this one you could... eat... Ideal for oral play. He poured a sufficient amount on my ass cheeks letting it run also between the cleft of my ass, passing over the hole and ending up tickling the lips of my pussy. His fingers began the massage and sculpting on the flesh of my ass which in 2-3 minutes I felt heating up between them. Now, however much he wanted to avoid my pleasure spots it was impossible. His fingers now began to "bother" repeatedly both my asshole and my pussy, since they were running incessantly over and between the flesh of my ass and my buttocks. I was sure he was waiting for my reaction. If it was indifferent he would take it as a negative sign and would continue the massage normally...(if I didn't give approval Giorgos never proceeded to something more…) But some imperceptible reflexive movements of my pelvis showed him that I was enjoying these "furtive" caresses of his fingers and that my organism was being aroused and seeking more intense caresses. He stopped abruptly. He took the towel and, opening it over me, he said to me:

\"Turn around so I can give you a massage from the front now. I turned over and he spread the towel from my chest, Mary, down to the beginning of my thighs, "hiding" temporarily the key parts of my body. Then he took some oil and poured it onto his palms. He started to massage my neck and slowly descended to the arms of my hands. Reaching my palms, he did exactly the same with my fingers as he had with my toes. After finishing, he went back to the front of my feet. From where he was, he could clearly see the slit of my pussy provoking him. Pouring oil on my feet, he began massaging them from the front side now! Again, his fingers slid slowly, slowly in a torturous but pleasant way high between my thighs, letting them, towards the end, deliberately caress the soft lips of my pussy. Soon, he pulled away the towel. He couldn't hold back a groan of erotic admiration for my naked body. I said nothing. It wasn't needed anyway. If I wanted, I would have stopped him a while ago. He poured oil now onto my stomach and belly. Special movements of his fingers because this area was much more sensitive than my back. Slowly he climbed towards my chest. Pouring a little oil over them, filling my aroused nipples, he began to massage with his fingers almost joined, circling around my two breasts, tracing a never-ending figure eight. Slowly, the loop of his fingers tightened, and soon he let them knead the juicy spheres of my breast flesh. It was impossible for him to hold back any longer. At the first touch of his fingers on my nipples, I felt them very hard. His fingers continued to massage my chest, but this time they also included my hard nipples, hardening them even more with their rubbing. My voice began to be heard along with my heavy breathing. Small, soft groans of pleasure escaped along with my breath. I had let go now. The first part of the massage was over. Now he would finally move on to the second and more interesting part. He bent down and sucked on my lips without stopping caressing my breasts and nipples together now. I responded to his kiss. Our tongues sought each other out. They played their own games, having their own will and desire. His lips descended on my neck, and soon I felt them sealing, with their wet capsule, my nipples alternately. Now I was enjoying the oral and lingual massage on my nipples with my whole being. His teeth sought their own part in this erotic "prey" from my body. One of his hands left my chest and, descending over my stomach, passed to my belly. His fingers, curious and exploratory, began to besiege the lips of my pussy. Soon, plunging deep into the wet, hospitable warmth of my pussy. My pelvis moved rhythmically to the movements of his fingers. I was seeking that "fucking" of his fingers inside my pussy. He opened my legs and raised them in the air. The next moment I felt his heavy, hot breath flooding my pussy and my ass. Seconds later, his lips were sucking the sweet nectar of my clitoris. Now I began to moan... I was telling him various things.. But he wasn't listening.. He was concentrated on enjoying my taste. His tongue was plunging deep inside my soaked pussy. He was trying to lick my womb. He licked, intoxicated by its own lust, the walls of my erotic cave. A long, almost mournful... whiny... word escaped my lips. \"ssspppiiiinnnn, aaahhh yes I'm coming..\" My body jerked spasmodically. An intense, salty, thick moisture filled his lips, drowning his tongue. Behind the cries of my orgasm, I could hear the sounds of his greedy gulps as he swallowed my orgasm. He didn't let me calm down. Almost violently, he turned me over on my stomach while I was still trembling from my orgasm. He got me on all fours with my ass raised. Now his tongue had turned into a small, hard stub. Literally frenzied, it began to impale itself with rapid, strong, and deep repetitions inside my asshole. He was fucking my ass in the way I liked excessively. When it went numb, he would stop for a bit and let his lips suck on the sphincter muscle of my ass. His fingers drove my pussy wild. Some fucked it deep and hard, and others rubbed my clitoris with force. Triple fucking from his fingers, his tongue, and his mouth. Triple pleasure. My lust surged wildly! \"I'M COMING AGAIN! SUCK MY CUMS! ALL FOR YOU! TAKE THEM!\" The spasms of my orgasm, if he hadn't been holding me, would have thrown me off the bed. He didn't stop though... he continued to lick me... and kiss me more softly and calmly. He let me enjoy my second cumming and, during the relaxation, he reignited the lust in my body again. Then he opened his little bag and took out a large vibrator. I didn't see it since I was enjoying his pleasurable kisses and licks with my eyes closed. But I heard its sound and felt its anything but hospitable, hard, and cold contact on my buttocks. The fluids from my orgasms and the oil made its entry into my pussy easy. I felt the pleasurable sensation reaching up to my breasts... it was coming out with my trembling breath from my mouth. His tongue began to fuck my asshole again. The vibrator followed its path but inside my pussy. And his free fingers again rubbed and pinched my clitoris. At first slowly. Soon stronger. He followed the gradual increase of my lust with the corresponding increase in my movements, both inside my pussy with the vibrator and inside my ass with his tongue. I shouted.. I screamed.. I cursed.. Words mixed up... Full of sweetness... Full of vulgarity... Words that under other circumstances could have been "humiliating" or "degrading". But in the explosion of my orgasm, they were nothing but a hymn to the beauty of pleasure! Did I come repeatedly? Or was it one uniquely, terribly long orgasm of mine. I couldn't tell… The only thing that concerned him was my body that he managed to make cum. My body that came for his sake. My orgasm that instantly provoked his own orgasms in his soul.