Legs, Relaxed  

rm_funinic 48M
562 posts
4/18/2006 10:34 am

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5/21/2006 9:27 pm

Legs, Relaxed


Tonight is all about easing your pain... A hard workout, exhilerating and rejuvenating, but accompanied later by knots of protesting muscles and a film of ache that reaches upward to your heart.

I take your hand unexpectedly as you step out of the shower, only partially soothed by the water's caress. The bed is already turned down, and your eyes open wider as you see what I have laid out for your body tonight. A new bottle of massage oil, warmer with lit candle ready, and the big beach towel in the middle of the bed. You know exactly where to lie, the pillows under the towel inverting the curves of your body and defining the next hour's repose. Lying down and resting your face against the cool sheets, you throw your arms wide as if to embrace the bed.

Before I begin, I'm drawn irresistibly to the curve of your back. Kneeling between your thighs and kissing your shoulders my hands wander from your widespread wrists down your flanks, your trembling body warm and inviting to my lips in their meandering path to the small of your back. My shoulders press your hips into the pillows in a teasing hint of our after-massage dance.

I start with gentle closed hands, spreading the warm scented oil until I've touched every part of your skin from your cheeks to your toes, feeling with my gradually separating fingers where I should focus my attention. This time, after the rush of a bicycle ride that finally proves to yourself that it's possible to recover lost ability and joy, the hard knots and their sharp pain are on the backs and fronts of your thighs, and calves.

I put more oil on my hands, slightly warmer for its longer stay above the candle. Before the heat dissipates, I begin firmly circling the knotted calves, each in turn, that I rest on my thighs. As I feel the pain recede and their full weight against me, the circles grow and my pressure lightens until I'm making light spirals around the full circumference of your lower legs, tracing their length with lightening touch until I'm barely dragging my fingertips across your skin.

Moving higher between your thighs, towards the shrine I've come to adore, I start to work the deep, strong muscles that powered your resurging fitness. They need hard, two-thumb pressure that brings a gasp while my fingers follow along the inside and outside of your legs, almost tickling in contrast to the healing pain of the deep massage. I alternate between each thigh, switching when the lonely limb begins to move in harmony with my touch on the other. Each time my fingers approach your already-swollen lips, they slow and barely increase pressure, never quite reaching them as the hand tracing its way up the outside of your thigh makes a great circle over your deliciously presented rear. Thumbs locked together at the inviting crease where thigh meets cheek my hands almost meet in opposition above and below the most sensitive, most accessible, most compelling of all the skin presented to me. When each leg is free of tension, no longer quivers at my touch, I gently mirror my hands across the object of my obsession, applying just enough pressure to spread you slightly more open. The cool air barely moving against your inviting flesh wrenches another gasp and a slight shudder as I watch a trickle of your nectar escape, the tension of the drop tickling as it follows gravity's pull until it disappears into the towel.

A quick kiss, cut short as I worry that you'll come too soon, is given each leg before I begin working on the fronts of your thighs.

I sweep my hands around a thigh, fingers meeting on your still-tensed quad. Straddling your leg's warmth, I apply just enough pressure to lift it until it presses between my legs, and I tremble for an instant as it touches me. I slide my hands upward, my thumbs following the same path my fingers did earlier, inside and outside your thighs. As my thumb reaches your now-expectant lips, I rotate both hands to slide under you, lifting your pelvis off the pillows and running that oh-so-close thumb around the oval path where thigh turns to loins, until my forearm is brushing against your naked lips. Repeating the same on the right leg, you begin to grasp the sheets in your hands and press your face harder into the pillows, your hips tracing precessing circles as I lift your legs by turns and work out the tension.

I return to kneel between your legs, smelling your desire becoming more powerful, now obvious over the soft scent of the oil. I take a dry hand towel and gently wipe the insides of your thighs, circling at the top and brushing your lips, removing most of the remaining oil, leaving you in frustration and concern at what I'm planning next.

I pull the water-based gel from under the sheet where I'd hidden it, carefully opening it without noise, away from your face so you can't see it. I work a generous layer of the flavored lubricant onto the skin of my hands. As the scent just reaches your nose, I begin sliding my hands, with the now-warmed lubricant, up your inner thighs until my fingertips just enter your lips. You think you know what's coming, and open your legs slightly as you try to push back against me. Matched pairs of fingers trace your folds, then enter and leave you gently. I add more pairs, as you open more and more, until I can feel your muscles beginning to tense against them. Quickly reversing my fingers, nails together, fingertips pressing outwards, I begin to gently massage inside you, echoing my previous efforts much more gently. The bedheets come off the head of the bed as you pull them towards your face and bury your mouth in a silent shout, knees drawing towards your chest, spreading, lowering yourself onto my hands. I feel the tension begin to ease in the muscles I'm now focusing all my energy and attention on, timing the circles my fingertips trace with the circling of your hips. I reach higher inside you to finish massaging the very tops of your thighs which until now were hidden behind your sex, my thumbs caressing, parting, teasing your other inviting target that is getting no attention today...

As you begin to shudder with the involuntary shaking of uncontrollable orgasm, I gently begin to lick your presented, swollen, until now completely avoided clitoris. Your silent shout turns into a real cry, only barely muffled by the gathered sheets in your hands, repeating with each contraction of your muscles. Waves of orgasm radiate out from my hands, focused by the lens of my tongue circling, teasing, flicking across you. As each contraction gets softer, your cries lessen, my tongue moves less quickly, and I begin to withdraw my fingers, two at a time, until your entire body lies spent, ready for sleep, the doubly warm glow of your exercise and my massage finally, completely relaxes your legs and leaves behind only the anticipation of the night yet to come.

rm_mmmgoodnova 105M/105F
1259 posts
4/19/2006 2:02 am

mmmm. Wow. Damn, that's workout incentive...


rm_funinic 48M
823 posts
4/19/2006 5:57 am

I'll reply to each comment later, got to actually do some work, but...

Your comments all warm my heart, raise more than just the heat of the blood pounding through my fingers and into this space, tickle more than my fancy.

More later...


rm_funinic 48M
823 posts
4/19/2006 9:46 am

    Quoting MsBettyCocker:
    Please ... be my neighbor. P-L-E-A-S-EEEEEEEE.

    ~Betty~
Peoria IS almost next door compared to my driving vacation to DC...

So, which part of the virtual massage was the best for you? Well, I guess you don't really have to answer, I just thought if you had to figure that out, you'd get another thrill out of it. I'm all about making women have orgasms (or at least being aroused) don't you know...


rm_funinic 48M
823 posts
4/19/2006 9:49 am

    Quoting ShayeDK:
    Hmmm..I could use this.
    ::: big sigh :::
If I publish a training manual, I'll let you know. You could tell some willing potential disciples of the Church of Erotic Hedonism (going to start that soon, I wonder if I can get tax-exempt status?) about it.


rm_funinic 48M
823 posts
4/19/2006 9:50 am

Anytime you need me...

(thinking very lecherous thoughts about a distracted drive north...)


rm_funinic 48M
823 posts
4/19/2006 9:51 am

    Quoting SensuallyKatey:

    ummmmmmmm....
    oh I soooo better not do anymore commenting here.
Fingers too busy doing something, perhaps?

~


rm_funinic 48M
823 posts
4/19/2006 9:52 am

Every day, in a new and highly stimulating way, I promise...


rm_funinic 48M
823 posts
4/19/2006 10:33 am

Exercise is very important for a good sex life. Increased aerobic capacity for prolonged nocturnal high-energy gymnastics, ability to hold breath longer, for both sexes. I've found that trying to find deeper, more sensitive skin with my tongue somewhat interferes with breathing, and I HATE interruptions.

( <-- highly appropriate in this reply, except I'd want a more pointed, slightly longer tongue there for proper effect)


keenbutshy2 45F

4/19/2006 6:19 pm

You inspire me to think there are men out there who know how to pleasure a woman entirely..... Damn I just still have to find one!


rm_funinic 48M
823 posts
4/19/2006 7:33 pm

    Quoting keenbutshy2:
    You inspire me to think there are men out there who know how to pleasure a woman entirely..... Damn I just still have to find one!
We're out here, trying valiantly to find the woman who can just say "yes" when we offer...

If I ever go on vacation in the UK, and you're still underserved, I'll have to plan a day trip to find you...

Your picture is very suggestive of an irresistible body... Are you a redhead, or strawberry blonde by chance? Your skin seems to shine with the light of the waning moon, calling to me to reach through these wires and touch you gently, unwilling to tear a single petal from the white rose I see.


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