Deep Tissue, Happy Endings (closed for StFornicate)

[StFornicate]

“Okay, as much as possible, try not to do anything that you think will distract me. We made a lot of progress during this session, and I want to make sure it is integrated into your being on all levels, otherwise your life will feel out of balance. I know this sounds mysterious and etheric, but I’m going to ask you to trust me once again. This last part is important.”

And so, obediently, I laid there, my hands lightly holding Sidney as she pressed herself bodily against me. Her large breasts mashed into my chest, and I was painfully aware, for a short moment, of just how hard and erect my penis was, pressed against her.

But then I really started to feel Sidney's soothing energy flowing through me. I relaxed; my hard-on softened beneath her, but not because I was really any less aroused. It just wasn't... necessary to be so physically aroused at that moment. Her body calmed mine, in spite of the heat we had just fired up between each other.

It was some ten minutes of our bodies pressed together, skin to skin; it lasted a lifetime and yet it was over far too soon.

"I... Uhh... Thank you," was all I could manage, at the end, when she finally lifted herself off me. Her amazing breasts hanging momentarily in front of my face. I stared into them for as long as she would let me, practically mesmerized.

"I feel much better."

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 2- Tommy McCarthy

I draped a towel over Tommy’s groin while his eyes drank in my figure. It was hard to believe we had only had two sessions together and I was being so open with him. Finally, I reached for my black robe and covered myself.

“Well, you did a great job of being really honest and being present. It was an absolute pleasure and honor to work on your body and spirit. I’m glad you’re feeling much better; that’s my job to help facilitate that process. So, when you’re ready, shall we meet in the lobby and discuss your next appointment?”

I took a sip of water, and admired Tommy’s slim, but toned form. He would bring a world of pleasure to his next lover, no doubt.

I blew out a few candles, providing just enough illumination for Tommy to be able to exit the room safely.

 

[StFornicate]

I drank in the sight of her bared figure, until finally she pulled her robe on, snapping me out of my reverie. I nodded in understanding as she departed the room, and then slowly sat myself up.

I took a deep breath.

My mind was at ease, and when I shut my eyes I could clearly see Sidney there, in all her sexy glory. She was a truly amazing woman, a soul unlike any I had ever met before. I knew I would never forget her. Indeed, I had a feeling she had an integral role to play in my life, somehow.

I pulled my clothes back on, slowly, taking the time to savor the feel of the cotton. I stood, slipped my sandals on, and headed out the door to her office.

"So, next week? Same bat-time, same bat-channel?" I asked with a smile as I sat down across from her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 2- Tommy McCarthy- wrap up

I laughed at his casualness, still in my robe and panties.

“Hold on Batman, I’m not even certain you need another caper. Would you like me to schedule regular sessions just to make sure we work out the knots and any new tension?”

I took a deep breath wondering if Tommy could even afford to see me. On a personal level, I knew I’d miss seeing him if he wanted an appointment and couldn’t afford it.

I shifted my weight in the chair, finally getting up and moving closer to Tommy.

“For a very few, special, select clients, I also offer intimate sessions after the massage. I don’t charge for this service, it’s something I offer from the heart and from my own, private desire. While I can guide the session, it’s more of a reciprocal, playful dance. Many men and even women have never had an extended, sensual, intimate, tantric experience. Or, some of my clients have specific fantasies which they don’t feel comfortable role-playing with anyone else. Some love a quickie. Some like to watch me touch myself. Because of the time involved, I usually schedule these appointments on Sunday afternoons or evenings, but occasionally, if my schedule is light, and I have a craving for someone, I’ll schedule it on a Monday night.”

I knew this was a lot for Tommy to take in. My practice was already strange enough, no doubt.

“I’d be willing to take you on as a ‘special’ client with sexual privileges, but you’ll have to be tested for diseases and we’ll both need to provide health records for each other. You’ll need to remain sexually exclusive to me while these encounters are underway. I am sexually active with one other man, and he is exclusive to me and I am certain of it. He is like a monk! He knows that I have these types of sessions from time to time and that we both must remain healthy.

In any case, I am on the pill, and we can use condoms for extra protection. These are just options for you to consider either now or in the future. If you like, you can take a bit of time to consider what would best suit your needs and budget.

Eventually, I’ll be training other masseuses and I may be able to offer you a free or a deep discount on those sessions. I will still supervise them and be present. But, that won’t be for a while.”

I smiled at his widened eyes.

“This just gets weirder and weirder, doesn’t it? But, I think some of this therapy might be a healthy way for you to express your sensual and/or sexual energy and receive some affection until you feel ready to date again. And, massage is always a healthy activity. . . especially considering the nature of your work. And, of course, we can just continue with therapeutic and sensual massage and you can decide at a later time if you'd like to expand your experiences with me.”

 

[StFornicate]

As I listened to her words, as she explained exactly what she was proposing, my eyes went wide I'm sure. I smiled as realization fully sunk in.

After all, with everything going on with the divorce, the last thing I needed was to start really dating anyone. I didn't want to get back into all that right now, for sure. And everything she had done for me today had been amazing. I was still a man after all, with sexual desires and needs.

She was, in a word, perfect. Perfect for what I needed and wanted at this time.

I sat back and looked at her, a little smirk playing across my face. I crossed my arms over my chest and studied her for a moment. Those long, smooth legs. Her full breasts, the cleavage elegantly displayed just so beneath her robe. Her long neck, the smooth soft features of her face, her gleaming brown eyes.

"I would be honored," I said. "I'll have all the appropriate medical information with me on my next visit... Next Monday, work for you?" I asked her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 2 - Tommy McCarthy

I smiled, impressed that Tommy was so certain and committed to being ready within a week.

“Yes, next Monday at 7pm would work. I’m thinking. . .perhaps a 30-60 minute massage and then some intimate play. We’ll probably just perform your massage in a room with a bed, so it will feel natural to transition from massage to intimacy. And it’s perfectly fine if you feel nervous and change your mind. You’ve only seen me twice, after all. Just call and we can reschedule your appointment. Oh, and I will be discounting your future appointments. I have a soft spot for people who work with their hands and bodies. Just don’t be advertising this to your friends, please or I’ll be bombarded.”

I stood up and shook Tommy’s hand. I walked him over to the door and gave him a quick hug and peck on the cheek before releasing him into the world.

 

[StFornicate]

I shook her hand, which seemed a little odd, but then she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, and that seemed more... natural.

And then, like that, I left her office. And I was back in the real world again. I took a deep breath, and headed out.

The next week... did not go very well for me. There was a mediation hearing, with my (soon-to-be-ex) wife and our lawyers. Terms were reached, the negotiations were more intense than I had hoped they would be, and I was advised that I wouldn't get a better deal in front of the judge in court.

My now-ex-wife was going to cost me a good thousand dollars a month in alimony. Which really wasn't too bad, considering other horror stories I had heard, but it certainly put a dent in my finances. Between the house payments, a car payment, all the other bills, and just trying to live, that extra grand meant I was really going to have to tighten up my belt.

I had already paid for my sessions with Sidney, out of my savings. She wasn't cheap, but she was worth it.

Monday came around eventually, after a long weekend during which I probably drank more than I really should have. I could feel the stress building inside me, and no matter how much I tried to focus, to adjust, to see the better side of things, a bitterness was coming through. I left work early to run home and clean myself up, and made my way to Sidney's office, barely arriving on time...

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 3- Tommy McCarthy- Therapeutic massage and Intimate play

Mon:​

8am-9am Grant Stewart- therapeutic massage

10am-12pm Jennifer Anton – erotic massage and instruction

12pm-1pm Outdoor Break (Light jog and stretch, lunch)

1pm- 3pm Emily King – new client, open techniques

4pm-5pm Frank Snyderson- therapeutic massage with expressive costuming and props

7pm- 9pm Tommy McCarthy-therapeutic massage and intimate/tantric play

Mr. Stewart had originally seen me for his intractable headaches. But, after changing his posture and taking breaks and doing the exercises that I taught him, they had gone away completely after a month. But, he still liked to have an “hour with my eyes shut and no calls or demands”, so he maintained a bi-monthly position on my calendar. He was always easy to work with; he easily fell into a deep, relaxed state which enabled me to tap into him easily and relax my spirit as well.

Jennifer Anton was a fire-cracker. She loved having her entire body massaged, caressed, and teased by me until she would beg me to help her orgasm. I helped guide her own hands, and spoke encouragingly into her ear; occasionally inserted my own finger into her female area so that she would become accustomed to orgasming with an organ inside of her. She was very interested in my work and style and I taught her simple techniques which she would then practice on me as I played ‘client’ and she was the ‘masseusse’.

Emily King’s session was straight-forward; she just needed some sessions for stress reduction for various physical issues that were exacerbated by stress.

And Frank? Well, I just let myself have fun wearing his outrageous costumes – high heels, garters, and a black snug top and panty that had a lot of cut-outs, but covered my breasts and vagina. He loved the thrill of the tease and repression. Fortunately, he was light on the massage, and preferred more of a playful attitude and a little dirty talk, so the session was easy to do in his outfits. It was definitely something different for me—often I’d refer him to someone else. . . even a Mistress. … in our kinky community, but he admitted he preferred to see me.

And, then finally, my treat. … Tommy McCarthy. I was looking forward to being freer with him and was curious how his week had been. I had taken a quick shower in preparation, but had left my brown hair damp. I dressed traditionally, in my white yoga pants and a snug white, oval-scooped tank top with a light pink bra. Gold sandals. Over the tank, I had a short-sleeved pink sweater. I placed my long, brown hair in a loose ponytail.

I had ordered in some Asian Fusion food and was just about to open my fortune cookie when Tommy arrived. I walked out from my office to greet him and usher him in.

I hugged and kissed him lightly, but he seemed sad.

“Have a seat, let’s talk for a minute and see if you’re up for this. First off, how was your week? You look like you took a beating,” I smiled, pouring him a water and a fresh juice.

I had taken my health records and placed them on the coffee table, as a reminder to ask Tommy if he had obtained his records.

 

[StFornicate]

I was happy to be in Sidney's presence once again. Just looking at her, I could feel the stress melting away. Maybe it was the scent of her office that triggered a relaxation in me, I can't say.

I smiled softly at her, as I handed her a manila envelope containing all the requested health records. I sighed, and took a deep breath as she guided me inside.

"We had a mediation hearing this past week, for the divorce." I took a drink of the offered water, and leaned back, and then forward. "And no, it didn't go very well for me. Better for her, I guess. And I guess it could have been worse, really." I shook my head, looking around. Even with the discount she was giving me, and for which I was quite grateful, it was going to be a stretch to afford Sidney's services.

I looked at her. She was worth it.

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 3 - Tommy McCarthy

“I’m so sorry to hear that. Disappointment bites, doesn’t it?

I know you’re not someone to pitch a tent, start a campfire, and invite others to gather around, metaphorically. But this is a time to just be tender with yourself and let yourself feel your feelings. You will drive yourself crazy if you beat yourself up, mentally. Be disappointed, be sad, but please don’t be cruel to yourself internally. You can’t see it, but something good will come of all of this. . .even the money thing. What if… because of this, you ended up picking up some side job and met another lover, or made an important friend or had a life-changing experience? Or, you just had some lean years and read some books? You just never know why things happen as they do as you’re going through them.”


I knew it was important not to try to “rescue” him, or pity Tommy. There was nothing I could say or do to take his pain away. I was going to buy into his strengths, as I did with every person. He would be fine eventually. Disappointment was a function of being alive and having an ego on the earth planet. It was all a matter of how you framed things; but that wasn’t something I felt comfortable stating right now.

In fact, it felt right just to sit at his campfire and honor and listen to his song.

 

[StFornicate]

I listened carefully to Sidney's words; I always did. And as always, she said exactly what I needed to hear to put things into a better perspective. One bit rang particularly true: "What if… because of this, you ended up picking up some side job and met another lover, or made an important friend or had a life-changing experience?"

I looked at her. Of course, she wasn't speaking about herself in that manner, and I knew that. But I also knew that my time with her had irrevocably changed my life, and that she was a very important friend, and, perhaps, lover.

It was, far and away, the strangest love I had ever known, and probably because it was so pure. She poured her energy into me, to heal me, and my energy reciprocated.

I took a deep breath, nodding. "Yes. I think you're right," I said. "It won't be easy, but you've given me a lot of what I will need to overcome this and stay strong."

I reached across to her, impulsively, taking her hands in mine and squeezing them. I studied them for a long moment. She was a lot like me, in a way. We both worked with our hands, in order to build something. While I was building skyscrapers, she was building souls.

I looked up at her finally. "Thank you."

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 3 - Tommy McCarthy

“You’re welcome. I’m honored we crossed paths. I learn a lot from my clients about courage. It takes so many forms. And if there are days when you aren’t feeling too strong, and you’re staying in a low place for too long. . .I’m just going to remind you that there are 7.1 billion people on this earth and you are meant to interact with a few of them. Sometimes when I feel alone, I look up at the sky and see the abundance of stars. It’s like the skyscraper you’re building, or the building we’re in. There are so many worlds, within worlds, all taking place at once whether we’re aware of it or not. We’re never alone, and if we’re alone, it’s just a perception.” I said with a smile. I was rambling, and I had no idea why.

I shook my head and kissed Tommy’s hands quickly before letting go.

“Anyway, back to earth and more physical matters. I think we should take a moment to review each other’s health record. And then, if you’re comfortable, we’ll both sign this exclusivity contract. This is absolutely not a prison sentence. I’d like nothing more than for people to love one another on all levels. But, for the sake of our health and to prevent the spread of serious diseases, we have to have safe practices and limit our sexual partners and be completely honest with one another. This contract can be broken and re-opened at any time, but you will need to be re-tested.”

I knew it probably sounded confusing and unfair. But, Leonard was far too busy for affairs or dating and had never expressed an interest in having an open relationship with another woman. He knew my work, knew my deepest desires, and he supported me. He understand that I had a deep love for the human race, as he did, but that I sometimes liked to experience it sexually, wordlessly, and with wild abandon.

 

[StFornicate]

I nodded along with what she said, understanding her words, and appreciative of them. But when she handed me her records, I couldn't have cared less. It was plain from her... being, that I had nothing to worry about, as far as any diseases and such were concerned.

I looked at the sheet, but I didn't bother to study it. Frankly, I trusted her. Perhaps more than anyone I had ever met before.

"Where do I sign?" I asked, a few moments later. I looked at Sidney, and all I wanted to do was kiss her. I needed a release. I needed her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Tommy McCarthy- Session 3 -Massage/Intimate Play

I reviewed Tommy’s records. Everything had tested negative. He signed the documentation that he had abstained from all sexual activity with any partners for three months. No history of any sexual diseases or hepatitis. No health issues. He was healthy, vibrant, and young.

“Okay, just sign here,” I said indicating the line on the contract, “and then, a little peck right here, should seal the deal,” I said pointing to my lips, with a small grin.

“And then we need to discuss my attire and some specifics of your next session. I can do a quick, intuitive read or let you choose the direction and I’ll see if I can accommodate your desires and needs.”

 

[StFornicate]

I picked up the pen and quickly signed my name to the contract. I smirked as I looked at her. "I can honestly say, I've never had to sign any kind of contract quite like this one," I said, before leaning in towards her, my fingers lifting her chin gently, and I planted a short kiss on her full lips.

There was a barely-contained passion and desire there, and it was obvious in our eyes as we looked at each other after breaking the kiss.

"Why don't we do this as... intuitively as possible," I suggested. "As for your attire... I'd like to be surprised."

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 3 - Tommy McCarthy - therapeutic massage/ intimate play

“Yes, it is an odd contract, but what we’re doing is unique, and the contract reflects a commitment on both our parts to remain free of diseases so we can delve deeper…” I had barely finished my sentence when Tommy leaned in for a soft kiss which I returned, lovingly.

He understood. No need to defend anything.

“Okay, Sweetness; I’m glad you trust me. To be honest, the best session. . . or the ones that I find the most exciting are the ones where clients trust me completely. Although sometimes I like direction. Anyway, I will remain as I am right now. ..as I feel very comfortable. . . and then as we switch to more intimate play, I may change my attire. You’ve had a very emotional week, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had some tight areas and I’d like to move that energy out for you.”

I stood up, squeezed Tommy’s hands and walked him back to the changing room.

“Just take your time. I’ll meet you in my massage room. As always, feel free to be open to whatever happens, and please let me know if I’ve pushed a boundary or if you need something from me. I’ll be combining a lot of techniques and this may get very integrated and intimate. But, it’s my job to help you relax and bring more pleasure into your life, so feel free to give me feedback or guidance if you need to at times.”

I gave Tommy’s hands one last kiss, before releasing him to undress.

I returned to my massage room and lit three, white, lightly scented vanilla candles. I chose Liquid Mind X: Meditation for music. Light, quiet, ethereal. I wanted Tommy to feel absolutely lost to the world of reality for a while. I placed a light sesame oil on the warmer and removed a cotton sheet and blanket from the electric warmer. I knew that my own body would heat up as I worked on Tommy, and my own subtle, floral perfume was enough to stimulate Tommy’s olfactory senses.

Fortunately, the room was still lightly scented with lilies and the flowers looked fresh. The bouquet was abundant and diverse. . . it was always a fun task to choose my own bouquet at the Flower Market on Mondays.

As I waited for Tommy, I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed working on him – his quiet patience, his beautiful, lithe body, the way he kissed and touched me. I looked forward to our therapeutic and intimate play session and the spontaneous nature of my work.

 

[StFornicate]

I nodded, smiling, as I headed back to the changing room. As I peeled off my clothes and wrapped the soft towel around my waist, I looked around, taking in once again the many different outfits she had hanging up. It was certainly more than enough to set my mind to wandering to wonder just what she might change into later on...

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart, my excitement, my lust and desire. I felt like a kid in high school again, hoping I'd score on prom night or something! My "date" was an absolutely gorgeous, stunning specimen of femininity. I felt, honestly, that she was truly "out of my league" in terms of the women I would typically date. And so I felt blessed to be where I was at this moment in time.

Another deep breath, and another; I closed my eyes, and carefully went through a focusing exercise, feeling my own body out with my senses, trying to find the tenderest spots, so I could try to relax them as best I could, so when she did her magic with her hands, I would be best able to receive her. I chuckled, then. This was something that, before Sidney, I would have never even thought to do. But she had helped me realize how much better life was when you were truly in touch with yourself, and not just rushing through the moments, the work, the responsibilities.

"Here goes," I said to myself, and headed out through the door into the massage room...

 

[Sidney_1]

Tommy McCarthy- Session 3- Therapeutic massage and Intimate Play

And then suddenly, it hit me. I was not dressed appropriately for today’s session with Tommy. No, it needed to flow, and I couldn’t pause for costume changes. This was his first intimate session, and I had to choose one of my favorites that I thought he’d enjoy.

I raced back to my closet and met Tommy in the hallway.

“Mr. McCarthy, I decided to make a quick wardrobe change which I think your eyes might prefer. I’ll just be a minute. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable on my table. You can start facing upwards, but I’ll probably have you turn over to begin your massage. But, even after I do an intuitive read, you’re welcome to make any special requests,” I said with a wink.

I quickly scanned my black lingerie section. I wanted something a bit outrageous, sexy, racy, but still had some class. . . and not fully revealing of my nipples or areole. And most of all, had a front closure.

Yes! I had a black sheer-ish top that had spaghetti straps drawn together into a knot like a necklace over my chest and then looped around my neck. It hugged my breasts together perfectly, but allowed me to massage a client easily. I quickly put on the matching black underwear that came to a shoestring around my hips. I knew Tommy would love it. After a quick glance in my mirror, I quickly fastened my hair up higher into a loose bun. I would let me hair down, but not immediately.

By the time I had returned to the massage room, Tommy had settled himself on the table. He already appeared very relaxed. I took a few relaxing breaths myself as I prepared his special blend of massage oil by intuition—coconut oil, eucalyptus oil, rosemary, and a touch of oakmoss. An earthy, but masculine blend. At the last minute, I added a few drops of Tommy’s spicy blend that he had chosen before and shook the bottle vigorously.

 

[StFornicate]

I smiled in happy agreement when she rushed by me, declaring she felt the need to change her attire. My thoughts immediately raced back to our last session, and the lacy number she had worn.

I found myself already getting hard for her, under the towel, as I laid down on my back to await her.

She didn't take long. She was very professional, after all. I smiled as I heard the barely audible whisper of the door, and then her soft padding down the short hallway and even before she was there, in sight, I could feel her presence.

She had a gravity about her that had completely, utterly, drawn me in. I felt strong, masculine, mighty, even, in her presence. She drew out the best of me. Knowing I was about to share something special... Intimate... with her, only enhanced that feeling.

And then I saw her.

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I smirked, our hands finding each other quickly and easily, and she presented herself to my hungry, desirous eyes.

"I've been looking forward to this..." I told her, plainly and simply, our eyes locked.

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 3- Tommy McCarthy- Therapeutic Massage/Intimate Play

“So have I. I would never offer myself to someone in this way if I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, too.”

I could feel my vagina pulse just from speaking the truth. Finally.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, placing my hands on Tommy’s face.

“Your energy has already shifted and I haven’t touched you. You did that all on your own. It really is impressive how quickly you adjust your attitude and your energy. But, I’m going to scan you anyway, and perhaps dissolve any residual tension. This massage will mainly be for your sensual and erotic pleasure. So, as we go along, let me know if there is anything that I can do to make it more pleasurable for you.”

I reached down to give Tommy a light, gentle kiss on the lips. Placing my hands on his hair, I took a few moments to ground myself to the room, my purpose, and to focus completely on Tommy’s energy.

My own body wanted so much; but all in due time.

Eventually, my fingers weaved through his hair, around to the planes of his face, then lightly down his neck and chest to his abdomen. Something didn’t feel completely settled or balanced in his stomach area. And then I realized that he might feel a sense of guilt.

“Tommy, I know we’re both eager for this session, but do you feel a bit guilty about this? About being intimate with another woman?” I asked, softly, caressing his abdomen and flank.

I continued, "This area is your third chakra. It's all about self-love. I hope you feel deserving of what is happening here. Everyone deserves love; I know you know that on some level."

Perhaps he was just nervous. But, Manuel had taught me to always ask if there was any doubt; especially if I felt that my emotions might be clouding my skills. I doubted it, but I had to be certain.

"I'll say this: you certainly deserve an outfit like this. This is quite a special number that I've never worn before," I said, laughing, remember how I had nearly choked myself when trying it on.

 

[StFornicate]

I smiled along with her infectious laughter, but I was deep in thought from Sidney's line of questioning. Was there some guilt lingering, even though the divorce papers were signed, sealed, and delivered? I hadn't been intimate with any woman besides my wife in years. I don't know if guilt was the right word, in spite of my Roman Catholic upbringing.

Apprehension? Fear? Nerves? Something roiled within my belly, for sure, even as blood rushed to my loins and filled my penis to stiffness as I lay there and savored the sight of her.

It was one hell of a get-up on one hell of a woman, that was for sure. It was so easy to get lost in the curvature of her luscious, full tits, swaying before me, and it quickly became an easy thing to release whatever negative energy I might have been storing, unto her gently probing fingers.

Her words lifted me up. The simple fact that she was adorning herself in a way she never had before for any other man (and I knew, and understood quite well, that she regularly enjoyed her men) aroused me to such a degree that I felt like a King before her.

It was a splendid feeling, to be sure. Better than any cheap high I may have had in my trouble-filled youth. I looked up into her eyes, and got lost as we gazed at each other.

"Thank you," I finally responded. "There may have been some guilt... or, something..." I said, "but I think you know it has already dissipated."

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 3- Tommy McCarthy- therapeutic massage/intimate play

“You’re right. I don’t sense it anymore,” I said, smiling, amazed, holding Tommy’s gaze, as I lightly moved my hands over his abdomen and down to his pubis. He was getting really good at moving his energy himself the moment he had some conscious awareness. Or, perhaps we were just in total synchronicity with each other. Words were becoming minimally necessary.

I held Tommy’s gaze as I caressed his flickering penis, allowing it to dance in my hands. So soft, so warm. I couldn’t wait to give it more attention. I also couldn’t wait to kiss him, but I knew I had to stay focused. This was his session.

I winked, giving Tommy one last, soft, lingering stroke before I released his penis from my hands. “I just wanted to be doubly certain that you feel peaceful about this—and I’m convinced.”

I placed a light sheet around Tommy’s groin and belly, uncertain if he preferred to be draped or completely nude. He looked beautiful, gentle and masculine all at once. . . his warm brown eyes and chocolate brown hair; his lean, muscular form in the soft yellow candlelight. But, he had such a quiet, clarity of spirit that drew me to him.

I continued “feeling him out” , quickly massaging his gluteals and hips and then worked my way down each of his legs and feet. Yes, he was grounded and at peace. I reversed my light strokes, lingering for a moment over his groin until my hands found their way back to his face.

I knelt over him, my lips grazing his, kissing him softly, not wanting either of us to get overly excited just yet.

“Okay, love, just turn over when you’re ready, and I’ll see if your back. . . needs some deep tissue work,” I said, in between breaths of air.

 

[StFornicate]

Her hands worked their magic on me, as they always did, and with every stroke I felt more and more at peace, more grounded, more focused on the moment. My eyes lingered on her body, of course, the way the black negligee accentuated her form in the sexiest ways.

Her kiss was soft and gentle, a promise of so much more to come. But I felt no rush. All in good time, I thought, and nodded when she encouraged me to roll over so she could work on my back.

I did so, slowly, turning towards her so I could admire her body some more as I did. The great swell of her breasts caused me to catch my breath for a moment, and the thought of that soft flesh rubbing against my bare skin filled me with even more desire.

"My back always needs at least a little work," I said, "but you already knew that."

 

[Sidney_1]

I shuddered, wondering if it unsettled Tommy that I ‘knew’ things. At some point, I knew I’d be focusing on both of our energies, mingling them for our mutual pleasure and needs, and we’d feel even more united.

I poured warm sesame oil into my hands and began at Tommy’s neck and shoulders, allowing my belly to lightly touch his head. I wanted us to stay connected as much as possible. His neck was a little tight and I used firm, circular motions to ease out the tension before using longer strokes to lengthen the tendons, ligaments, and muscles in both his neck and shoulders. His skin was soaking up the oil, so I added some extra oil and worked it down his spine and across his upper back.

“We’ll just let that soak in, while I work on your arms,” I said, as I kept one hand on Tommy while I pumped more oil into my other. I continued, “Considering the work that you do, it should feel nice to just make your arm completely limp and let me relax you,” I said, softly, as I began pressing into the acupressure points on Tommy’s hand, kneading his palm with my thumbs as I fanned his fingers.

I then took each finger, singly, and massaged it with a circular motion, before gently stretching it from the joint and allowing it to rest.

For some reason, I had Jai Uttal playing - and the music had a middle Eastern, exotic vibe – a soft chant with unfamiliar instruments. It was meditative music and I found myself getting lost in it and was taking my time with Tommy. As the song ended (Mahadeva), in a language I didn’t know, and the next one began, I hoped Tommy wouldn’t mind the unusual music. He seemed asleep or deeply relaxed.

I used some broad strokes to massage Tommy’s forearms, biceps and deltoids, and then finished with some light kisses at the top of his shoulder.

I kept my hands on Tommy’s upper back as I poured more oil into my hands and repeated the same on Tommy’s right arm.

“How are you doing Tommy? Do you need a brief break facing upwards or on your side before I work on your back and buttocks? Some people have a hard time breathing in this position,” I asked, just to be certain that he was comfortable.

 

[StFornicate]

I was, in fact, deeply relaxed. It was becoming easier and easier to attain such a state, and especially here, with the almost hypnotic chant of the music going and Sidney's intuitive touch. I found my mind cleared, and I was able to simply lay there and enjoy the sensuous monent.

My arms were sore, no doubt. I had performed several difficult, overhead welds on the jobsite over the past week, each of whoch required me to hold quite steady, my arms over my head, controlling an electrically charged, sparking and flaming rod with absolute precision to join the metals. Even in spite of the leather welding jacket, thick gloves and welding hood I wore to protect myself, my body bore the burns and scars of my trade, and some recent ones at that.

I took a deep breath when she asked if I would like to turn over for a bit before she continued on down my back. I didn't find breathing difficult, but a monentary change felt appropriate, and I simply nodded before pushing myself up and rolling over onto my back.

It was much easier to take in the splendid view from this angle, after all.


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