My girlfriend and I have always enjoyed massaging each other, and not in an erotic sense (so far), but simply massaging. It was as common as morning coffee or a hot lunch. Why not do it if we both liked and got along well?
So once, when talking about the freshest meat, that is – the adventures of the last date – I massaged Maija’s back. Her skin was soft and smooth, I even had a little sexual well-being touching her body. Why not, if she was so attractive? As I massaged and pondered the appeal of her body, I lost the thread of conversation. I will only wake up when Maija is already taking off her shorts and panties. I don’t know what happened to her, but she began to turn temptingly before me. Yes, damn sympathetic – slim, smooth skin covered with gilded feathers, full breasts, round and beautiful buttocks – an aesthetic pleasure.
It was the buttocks that were to blame for the complete undressing, because, you see, she had cellulite. I didn’t really understand where, but she waved, showing me her hips and, punching in them from time to time, said, “Well, look!” Don’t you really see IT? – Of course, I was blind and saw nothing. Maya had a beautiful, sexy ass, completely without any signs of cellulite. But, you see, it had occurred to her that it was beginning to appear and therefore a cruel struggle had to begin with it. So I had to massage it thoroughly so that this beast described in women’s magazines would be destroyed at the very beginning. How do I refuse?
Maija gave me another tube of miracle cure, she lay on her stomach herself, shooting her ass a little. I sat on top of her, slapped me, and started massaging. The cream, getting on Maija’s skin, made her tremble. I immediately started massaging it – but I will not make my girlfriend freeze during the massage. I pressed, stroked, waved, pinched, slid with my whole palm and my fingertips, turned my feet to return to my ass. I performed the massage so diligently that I accidentally slipped my hand between the halves of her buttocks. An enjoyable moan sounded. Once again, this time deliberately repeating the same movement. She shivered and moaned again.
I don’t know what happened next to me, but I had a desire to make Maija bend out of my hand movements, feel pleasure, moan and bend in well-being. I continued to massage her with one hand but sank into her perineum with the other. How hot and wet it was! Totally like a waterfall. And no shyness or objection on her part that allowed me to continue so openly.
I dipped one finger in her, which I moved slowly in and out, stroking her bottom with the fingers of the other hand. She moaned softly and started moving towards me, then I entered her with two fingers. At that moment, she pulled her belly off the floor to squat doggy. I moved my fingers quickly in him, faster and faster, until she finished, sighing loudly.
I allowed a moment to recover, she turned and kissed me, “Dear, you have to come to me tomorrow to massage that damn ass, and I think we will massage you too – for prevention”.
And we did it the next day. Only now are we no longer tormented by shyness. Our hands caressed the bodies greedily, the kisses covered every millimeter of the body. How pleasant it was when she started kissing my crotch, teasing her clit tightly with her tongue until I moaned in well-being, not forgetting to irritate her with my fingers. Each of our meetings became more and more saturated and rich with new experiences and solutions. Each meeting was like a new discovery about the abilities of me and her body….