The Backrub by gatorman
(This story is the result of IMs between me and a coworker during business hours. We both ended up leaving a bit earlier than usual and going back to her apartment to live out the story.)
His strong, but gentle hands rubbed her shoulders, massaging the tension out of her aching muscles. She leaned back into the sensation of the stress leaving and felt his hot breath at the back of her neck… His fingertips gently moved her soft, curly hair out of the way so his lips could brush her skin. He chuckled to himself as he briefly thinks, “Why does she always smell so sweet?”
Her shudder broke his train of thought. He absent-mindedly drew the tip of his tongue along the sensitive area of her shoulder… the one that makes her submit and beg with her eyes… The moistness of her skin always amazed him… how it could be perfectly cool in the room and yet, she would have this wonderfully tasty sheen… It always amused him to nibble up her neck to the spot just behind and below her ear… that nice little hollow in her neck that ALWAYS brought a shiver when he reached it.
She smiled to herself, content that he knew her so well and she trusted him implicitly. The quickening of her breath, the little squeal of pleasure… all let him know he was doing something right. His hands wrapped around her and cupped her ample bosom. She felt his thumb and forefinger tweaking her already rock-hard nipples. A sigh escaped her lips as she rocked back into him and melted into his embrace.
She reached for him but he gently took her by the wrists and held her arms to the bed over her head. “Don’t move,” he said, “and you won’t be sorry.”
He took the opaque scarf from beneath the pillow and gently covered her eyes with it, tying it behind her head. “I want you to be surprised by whatever I choose to do with you.”
Her chest heaved with anticipation; her nerves electrified to the most subtle sensation. She loved it when he took control and couldn’t wait to enjoy what was to come…
He smiled to himself as he watched her twitch at every perceived sensation. Just a small puff of air would cause her to writhe upon the bed. What would a feather do, he wondered? Now he had a decision to make, should he use the stiff raven’s wing feather or the soft fluffy ostrich tail feather? Why not both he thought? He used the ostrich feather to gently stroke her breasts with, running it over her ribcage and around and over each breast and nipple. It’s very nice to be somewhat ambidextrous, he mused, as he took the raven’s feather in his other hand and began twirling it and stroking it along her nether lips.
The gathering moisture allowed him to “paint” her body with her own fluids. He saw the conflict in her face, her desire to reach out and please him as he was pleasing her, but this time it was all about her pleasure, he would derive his pleasure from bringing it to her. “Keep your hands on the bed, or I’ll have to tie them down,” he commanded.
He watched as simultaneously with his command, her nipples seemed to harden even more. She fought the urge to writhe, took a deep breath, and sighed. He was controlling her and she adored it. She’d never felt so spoiled. He had the soft ropes ready in case he needed them, but he preferred that she submit to his will without having to be restrained.
Her moisture had gotten to the point now where it was more comparable to a small flood. Her cavern was a wet adventure awaiting his attention. He ceased the teasing with the feathers and sat back on his haunches to let her anticipate his next move.
As he surveyed the work he had done with the feathers, and the resulting morass of lubricating fluids, he decided to “up the ante”.
She was ready to explode and wished he would rip off the blindfold and take her. She heard herself squeak with excitement when it was apparent that his tongue was making its way down her cleavage… He circled first one nipple, then the other, seeing them pucker in anticipation. Gently he blew across the moisture left on each one causing them to pucker even more though that had seemed impossible a few moments ago. She arched her back and moaned. As the tip of his tongue tickled the creamy white flesh beneath her pink nipple, her breath starting to become more rapid…
Making sure the blindfold was secure around her eyes, he again grasped her wrists tightly in his strong hands. “Roll over. Get on your elbows and knees!” he whispered fiercely in her ear. “I want your ass in the air. Now!”
She rolled over and assumed the required position; head down, ass up in the air, hands clasped tightly on the bedspread, legs slightly apart. He gently kissed one butt cheek as he trailed his fingertips lightly down her spine. All the way from the nape of her neck to the beginning cleavage of her ass, he watched as the goose bumps arose on her quivering flesh.
She jumped as she felt the wet tip of his tongue caress the top of her ass crack, slowly trailing down the crease. His tongue bypassed her twitching rosebud as it continued down to lap at her dewy lips. Gathering some of her fluids on his tongue, he dragged them up over her opening, spreading the lubrication all around.
Surprised at the sensations she was feeling, she let out a long low moan of pleasure as the tip of his tongue explored her. It was if it were a living sentient being, knowing instinctively where her pleasure centers lay. She had had no idea that such pleasure could come from her “dark place”. She gave into the feelings and let herself go as she felt the tip of his tongue begin to insinuate itself into her opening. Gasping and moaning, she tried to push back against him as he slowly thrust his tongue up into her.
His hands had not been idle as his tongue was playing its song against her anus. His right hand had been gently stroking her outer lips, spreading her juices into a slippery froth while he used his thumb to slowly stroke her clit. His left hand had been stroking her body, running up and down her back and underneath her to tweak her nipples from time to time.
He could tell that her “temperature” was rising rapidly as he began to tongue fuck her ass. Feeling his tongue do such things to her made her feel decadent. She could feel her breath coming faster and faster, becoming a loud panting that signaled her impending climax.
His tongue was thrusting deeply and rapidly into her now as her ass had loosened up a bit. Her hips had begun to push back against his face and his hand as the time grew closer and closer. Her hands were clutching the bedclothes so tightly they were in danger of tearing under her fingernails. Her eyes, covered by the scarf were shut tightly as she gave into the final onslaught.
Her scream of pleasure accompanied a virtual waterfall of fluid from between her lips, running down the inside of her thighs, soaking his hand and the bed cover underneath her. Her anus gripped his tongue so tightly that, for just a moment, he thought it was in danger of being ripped from his mouth. The convulsions that gripped her body slammed her cheeks into his face with an incredible force.