She then pouts a bit but then returns his smile and replies, “What can I say, I like your touch B, and I want it some more. Pretty please?”
B holds off for a bit but gives in when she cradles her breasts together with her arms, bringing them together…
“You win”, he says…
She then let’s go of her breasts and brings her arms up and replies with a “Yay!”
Dr. B then replies, “calm down, let it all go and don’t let anything hold you back”, she then nods and calms herself down.
As Becca slowdowns her excitement, relaxing herself on the massage table, with her head in the headrest cushion and the bolster underneath her knees, she begins to breathe in and out…
Dr. B thinks for a moment and decides to take his sweet time with her and draw it out as much as possible. He begins pouring some essential oil into his palm, and rubs them together. Most people would delve right into the breasts: to feel and play with them; not B… a Master of all kinds of massage; he starts by applying the oil on her chest with effleurage with a fanning technique to soothe and apply the oil all over.
Once that is completed, he then uses his fingertips and mould them around the outside of the breast, watching carefully not to touch the nipple at all. What’s he trying to do is increase the blood flow to the breast and center it to the areola/nipple. So his fingertips outside around to the middle and up the breast bone; then reverse it – down the chest, and around the DD breast using only fingertips and sculpting the tissue all around. Then he plunges his hands down the middle of her cleavage, palms facing outward to caress the inner part then around the bottom, then the outer part then to a grab (holding outer with palm, inner with thumb; not touching the areola or nipple) of the ‘teardrop’.
Dr. B lets go, then slides his rolling stool to the side, and starts moulding his hands around them: from the base of the breast, and with a gentle squeeze he moves his hands to the tip; B’s fingertips are drawing blood from her chest to her nipple with every squeeze. Her nipples are so hot that they begin to change color. Dr. B then moves the stool to the other side and performs the same technique on the other breast. It might not be exciting to do but everything in life has steps. Just the touch alone has changed her ideal physiology; we are creating a chemical hurricane within her breasts by drawing blood to them, fingertips creating static/electric heat that will be forming within the storm itself as we continue to nurture the breast tissue with massage.
Once that is complete, Dr. B then grabs the breasts and starts jiggling them a bit. Get that tissue excited and to see which one is heavier to move. He lets go and then one at a time he begins to use his fingertips to grab the base of the breast then moves his fingers up to the point; with this move he is able to create the static/electrical heat and draw it to the nipple with his fingertips. Pulling and twisting as he gets ever so close to the areola, they begin to get darker. Afterwards, he uses his index finger and traces the big areolas from middle and around the nipple; making them pucker in his wake. As he circles around; he goes back and puckers them up more. Which each circle pass, the nipple gets taunt and excited each time.
Becca begins to moan loudly as the fingertips move around her areola. She is trying her best to not touch herself but she has opened herself up by bending her knees more and widening them. The fingertips begin to dance ever so close to the nipple, sending electric heat towards them with each caress. The moans get elevated and her body begins to convulse. She is getting ever so close to cumming.
Dr. B sends one last jolt of electricity through her nipples by placing his palms on top of her very taunt nipples and begin to caress them clockwise. Which causes the waves to crash against her core and she begins to cum.
She screams out his name as she cums, with same or slightly more pressure, Dr. B continues to caress the nipples in a circular fashion, keeping her cumming. Becca begins to squirt a little after she has cummed three times. Dr. B isn’t finished yet, he lifts his palms off and then uses the final assault, his thumbs. He grabs hold of the breasts and uses his thumbs to circle her areolas different ways to keep her guessing; as more electric heat builds and then draws his thumbs around each taunt nipple and pushes them down to the side, which in essence causes her to lift off the table each time and screams out ‘FUCK’ cumming harder than ever before.
When she thinks she can’t cum any harder, Dr. B changes his technique one last time and then grabs the nipple with his thumb and index finger; he pinches and twist them and Becca is ever more screaming ‘FUCK ME’ as she cums her sixth time… she collapses on the table as Dr. B lets go of her nipples. He then uses effleurage to fan and draw the liquid heat away from her breasts. He finishes with ‘raindrops’ once more to relax the area and to soothe. It calms her down ever so slightly, for her to open her eyes and see’s B upside down staring down at her.
She is on Cloud 9 and floating; she giggles to herself and smiles to B and whispers, “Thank you”… She then puckers her lips in hopes that B will give in and kiss her but instead, Dr. B descends and places a kiss on her forehead. She is sad for a bit but the giggling returns and takes her out of that moment.
Dr. B is thrilled that he hasn’t lost his touch; so overall, Becca has cummed 7 times from this session. Feeling good of himself, he stands up and walks around the table, looking at her… It seems like she needs another massage after this session to relax those tight muscles from cumming so hard. He opens a drawer in the cabinet, and pulls out a towel; he hands it to the ever giggling Becca and tells her, when you’re ready, dry yourself off.
He then says that he will go to the kitchen and bring out the remaining cakes and a bottle of water for her. He leaves her and she slowly sits up and looks around the room, amazed with herself and to B’s magical fingers. She might be floating but she wishes this could happen to her every day. One can wish… time will tell.
B comes back with the cakes and bottle water as Becca begins to get dressed. B watches as she slowly puts her clothes back on… she stumbles a bit but nevertheless it’s a marvel to watch. She is breathtaking with clothes on and off. A remarkable woman. B wonders if Becca will call upon him again in the future. Hopefully next time it will be pain related; only God knows…