The Erotica of Al X
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Summary: A woman agrees to meet her online lover in a motel. He gives her an erotic massage.
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She leaves her house nonchalantly, in sweat pants and a light jacket, as if she's just running out to the store. Her boyfriend, on the sofa, doesn't even think twice as she walks past. "See you later," he says.
He doesn't notice the quiver in her voice as she tells him goodbye. He doesn't know that she's been anxious about this night for the last week, ever since she agreed to meet Al for a massage. And he doesn't realize that she spent the last hour preparing herself: she took a long shower, talc'd her body, did her nails, applied just the right amount of makeup and perfume. She even shaved her pussy.
In the car, she can't believe she was doing this. She turns the engine and feels a dampness between her legs. She remembers standing in her bathroom, putting on a purple lace bra and matching thong, and then staring at herself in the mirror, trying to imagine how Al would appreciate her body. She had wanted to wear something sexy over her lingerie, but afraid she'd arouse her boyfriend's suspicions she wore sweatspants and a tee-shirt.
Her heart is beating fast as she drives to the motel. "It's just a massage," she reminds herself. "No exchange of fluids so it's not really cheating. It'll be safe. And fun. And hot." Stopped at a light, she checks her face in the rear view mirror. Her eyes are sparkling, but she adds a touch more mascara. Her cheeks are flush.
In the motel parking lot she sits in the car, still deliberating. She sees Al's car by room 123, and see him through the open window. He sits at the table, staring out. He throws a wave and waits. It's the proverbial moment of truth. She takes a deep breath, then shuts off the engine and opens the car door. The walk across the parking lots takes less than minute, but seems like an hour. Soon she's at the motel room door, scared and excited.
"I'm glad you came," Al says. It's an awkward hello. They're not sure if they should kiss, so Al takes her hand in both of his and squeezes lightly. His hands are warm and soft, and she wonders how they'll feel on her body. He holds her hand long, reluctant to let go. "I was afraid you were going to cancel."
"So was I," she says.
He helps her remove her jacket, then sets it over the back of a chair. He closes the curtains, and they sit on the wooden chairs flanking a small table. The room is warm, a welcome change from the winter cold outside. He pours two glasses of red wine. "To tonight," he toasts, and they clink their glasses together.
They make small talk and sip their wine. They're nervous, but the conversation is warm and funny. She takes Al in: he's older than her, but looks younger than his age. He wears a dress shirt and khaki pants, and his shoes are off. She finds him easy to talk to, polite and charming. After weeks of online communications, this is their first 'real' meeting, and Al meets her positive expectations.
She senses that he's enamored with her, that he's hanging on her every word. They talk about their online adventure. They talk about their nervousness. And then they talk about massages. "And since that's why we're here," Al says, "I guess we should begin."
She finishes her wine, then rolls the glass between both hands. When she sets it down, she stares into his eyes and they exchange nervous smiles. "Yes," she says, "let's get this party started."
Standing up, she take a few steps towards the bed and catches a sideways glance at herself in the mirror. They had agreed that she would get the massage in just her bra and panties and she knows it's time to undress. But it's hard to do this; she hasn't undressed for another man in five years. She suddenly feels self-conscious about her body, and suffers another round of doubt. But as she grasps the bottom of her tee-shirt, she feels Al's hands on her shoulders.
"Let me," he offers, "please."
She turns her head so she is staring straight ahead, with Al behind her. She feels his hands run across her shoulders and up her neck. His fingers are light, soft, delicate. They run down her neck then crisscross over her back. "Don't be nervous," he tells her. "The whole point of a massage is to relax."
"I'm trying," she says.
His hands lower and she senses that he is kneeling now, and his fingers wind over her butt through the sweatpants, but just for a few seconds before taking a gentle path towards her hips and down her legs.
"Can you turn around?" he asks, and after she does, she looks down to see him kneeling before her. He looks up and smiles. He removes first one sneaker, then the other, taking his time unlacing them. He does the same for her socks.
She's barefoot now, and he runs his hands up the front of her legs, his palms against her pants, his fingers outstretched so that the tips of his thumb glide along her inseam. When they near her groin they fan out to her hips again, and this time his fingers hook at the waistband and begin to gently slide her pants down. She watches as he catches sight of her purple lace thong. His eyes light up, his smile is wide, and even as her pants are lowered, his gaze remains fixed at her crotch. The spell is broken only when her pants reach the floor and she steps out of them.
He stands up, face to face with her, and reaches for the bottom of her t-shirt. He lifts it up to reveal her belly and then over her bra, but after this there's no graceful way to remove it over her head. They laugh as her hair gets tangled in it, and laugh again when he tosses it across the room, leaving her standing before him, in only a matching lace bra and panty.
"You need to get comfortable, too," she says with a devilish grin. Already her hands are at the buttons of his shirt, undoing them, then tugging the shirt from his pants. He moves his arms behind him to let it slide off and onto the floor. She stares deep into his eyes as her hands run over her shoulders, his arms, his chest, his stomach. "I like your body," she says. She places her palms over his nipples.
Then she reaches for the snap of his pants. She unsnaps it, then slowly unzips his pants, and as she does she feels his erection through his pants. Pushing his pants down to his thighs, she sees his erection straining against his underwear. "So I guess you really are happy to see me," she jokes. She keeps staring, and fights the urge to touch it now, to free it, to place it in her mouth. She's excited to turn him on so without even touching him.
His pants fall to the floor, and after he steps out of them she removes his socks. As she stands up she runs her hands up his naked legs, over his calves, his knee, his thighs, and before they head to his stomach they lightly glaze over his erection.
"No fair," Al admonishes, and they smile like naughty children.
She helps prepare the bed. They pull off the bedspread and undo the sheet. As she crawls into bed she knows he's taking in the sight of her ass. He lights three candles and turn off the lights. "How do you want me?" she asks.
"Lay on your back." As he makes his way to the bed, he turns on a portable CD player and the room fills with relaxing instrumental music.
She pushes aside the pillows and lies sideways on the bed, hands at her side. The sheets are cool against her skin. Goose bumps pop up along her arms and legs. The smell of the candles wafts over. "Close your eyes," he tells her as he kneels by her head. Her eyes close, and his hands rub her temples in slow circles. They explore her scalp, rubbing, massaging, sending tingling sensations throughout her body. She feels his breath on her forehead as he rubs her ears, her cheeks, her chin.
As his fingers run along her lips, she feels a wetness; licking her lips she tastes red wine. "I thought you might need another sip to relax." She wants him to kiss her, to taste her, to lick the wine from her lips.
As his hands lower down to her shoulders, he buries his nose in her hair and rubs his face against her head. His fingers squeeze her flesh, then trail down her arms, then back up and over her upper chest. He lifts his body off the floor. As he leans forward to rub around her breasts, she feels his groin pressing against her head, his cock encased in underwear rubs against her scalp. She wants to lean her head back and open her mouth, but remains still. Her nipples harden as he rubs them through her bra with the lightest of touches. He rubs around her breasts and down to her stomach, then sits on the bed near her legs.
His hands pick up her left foot and give it a deep massage, kneading her toes, her soles, her ankles. He slowly massages her calf, up to and over her knee and thigh. His fingers are so close to her pussy, which is wet and aching to be touched, but they bypass it and he repeats the process with her right leg. When he's done, he explores her inner thighs. His fingers run along the leg band of her panty, and when they touch the front of her thong, running along her pussy lips, she raises her body up to him. She wants to cry out. She wants him to fuck her with his fingers. She's hot and wet and horny and ready for anything.
"Roll over," he says softly, his hands at her side to ease her. She's disappointed, but she rolls onto her stomach. To tempt him she keeps her legs spread, knowing he has a great view of her ass and crotch. He massages the back of her legs, and after he massages her thighs, his hands firmly massage her ass, squeezing each cheek, kneading the flesh. His fingers reach lower and closer to her pussy but never touch it.
To give her a proper back rub, he repositions his body: he straddles her thighs and she feels his groin resting against her ass. With each long rub forward, he presses harder against her, and she raises her groin so her ass presses against him. As he devotes his attention to her lower back, he begins grinding his groin into her ass and lower, down into her crotch. He is dry humping her and her pussy responds with wetness.
As he lies down on her back, she feels his face in her hair, his erection against her ass. "Are you ready for the EROTIC part of massage?" he teases.
She moans. She wants him to pull her panty off and thrust his cock deep inside her. She wants to feel his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, his hands on her tits.
He moves his body down until he's between her legs. His hands land on her butt. "Your ass is incredible," he says as his fingers knead her cheeks. "May he use some oil?"
"Please," she answers, and soon she feels drops of warm oil on her bare flesh. He rubs it all over her ass, some dripping onto her lower back. Then he pour drops on her inner thighs and his fingers rub all over her groin, everywhere but on her sex. She feels the thong in the crack of her butt lifted up, and a few drops of oil land in her crack. He uses one finger to rub it down the crack, over her asshole, and down lower towards her pussy.
By now he's kneeling over her left leg, and she feels his erection pressing against her thigh. "I don't know how long I can last," he tells her.
"Your cock is so hard."
"Just from looking at you. And touching you."
And then the fingers of his right hand cup her crotch through the thong. He begins to rub her pussy through the sheer fabric, and his forefinger presses into her lips, parting them. his other hand still massaging her ass cheeks.
"Someday I'll get to fuck you," he says. "Someday you'll feel my cock inside you, but tonight this will have to do." And with that his fingers push aside her thong and a single finger slips inside her wet pussy. It rubs against her vaginal walls, and digs deep inside her. It slides in and out, again and again, and she is so wet he easily slips in a second finger. It feels like a small cock inside her and he begins to finger-fuck her in a gentle rhythm. Her body is electric, every nerve on fire. The hand that was on her ass moves underneath her and soon a finger finds her clit.
"Someday you'll feel my tongue on your pussy, and I'll lick inside you." He lowers his body so that his head is resting on her back. He kisses her lightly under her shoulder blades. She feels a thumb land in the crack of her ass.
"Your body is incredible, Kelly," he tells her. She feels him grinding his cock against her leg; she feels the wet spot in his underwear. "I can't wait to place my cock in your mouth … your pussy … your ass." With that his thumb presses against her asshole. She's been oiled up but still it meets resistance as it begins to enter her. He pushes his thumb inside her ass, all the while two fingers are fucking her faster and faster, and his other hand is rubbing circles around her clit. She clenches her hands and lifts her head, feeling the first wave of an orgasm, and he keeps fucking her with his fingers and she's moving her body in time to him, and her pussy is getting hotter, her nipples are hard against the sheets, and she starts to moan, and he keep rubbing her and rubbing his cock against her leg. "I am going to cum," he tells her, this woman who is like a lit firecracker ready to explode.
"Cum for me, baby," she tells him. She feels him humping her leg like a dog in heat, his groin moving in time with his fingers in her cunt. "Fuck me harder."
He squeezes a third finger inside her and it hurts a little at first, but soon it feels like a fat, thick cock inside her. And as his fingers press in and out of her, his thumb digs deeper into her ass. She is cumming hard, and soon she feels a wetness on her leg. As his underwear fills with cum, her orgasm reaches its peak. Her body is shaking, tingling, warm flashes allover.
And when it subsides, he rests atop her, his fingers buried inside her. He becomes still, except for his unsteady breathing. She slowly calms down, each muscle in her body relaxing. And they lay still, in the candlelight, soft music serenading them, two bodies satisfied by the power of touch. Her first massage is over, but his yet to come.
Written during December, 2006 / Revised January 1, 2007
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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