Massage Fantasy...

by Franki Tollefson

Joe was traveling with friends, scheduled to play that night in one of the lounges on the ship. She'd met Amanda a couple of years ago in New York and they'd run into each other several times since. Amanda had introduced her to him the night before. She hadn't gotten a chance to see him perform yet; his first set was tonight. She was really looking forward to it. According to Amanda, he was a really talented musician.

She climbed up to the top deck and moved toward the bow of the ship, hoping to find a private spot to sun bathe. She found a spot a little way from everyone else. A planter partially blocked the chair she chose from the view of the other sun-bathers spread around the deck. As she moved to the chair, she noticed him sitting off to the side, playing his guitar quietly to himself. He put the instrument away, and stood as she came into view.

"Don't go," she said quickly. "I'm just looking for a quiet place to relax and soak up some sun."

"Well, it's not very quiet around here with me playing my guitar," he responded.

She could tell he was looking for an escape, wanting to get away from her. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the age difference, he was at least ten years her senior. She decided not to answer him.

Reaching down, she pulled her suntan lotion out of her bag and started to rub it on her arms and legs. She could feel his eyes on her as she started to spread the lotion on the area of her breasts that showed over her bathing suit. Looking up at him finally, she asked, "Would you mind rubbing this on my back?"

He stared at her, his lip twitching slightly at her obvious ploy. Without speaking he moved over and sat next to her. She handed him the lotion and rolled over onto her stomach. A few moments later, she felt his hand begin to move over her back, spreading the lotion. The swimsuit she wore was one piece with an open back. There was a tie across the middle of her back and another around her neck.He pushed her hair out of the way and covered her neck and shoulders with the lotion.Moving lower, he spread it over her upper back, lower back and finally her thighs and calves.

When he was finished, he sat quietly next to her, but she didn't move. After a few minutes, he started rubbing her back again. This time, it was more of a massage, the lotion allowing him to move his hands easily. He rubbed her shoulders firmly, surprising her with the strength of his hands. Moving lower, he pressed his fingers in circles on her back. He continued this for long minutes, just rubbing all the different areas of her back. Occasionally, his fingers would slide under the tie of her swim suit, but he always pulled back immediately. When she didn't react, he pulled his hands away from the massage and quickly unfastened the tie, pushing the straps down her sides out of his way. Reaching up, he untied the string around her neck also, letting the ties slide down until they laid at her side. He immediately went back to the massage, not giving her a chance to react. It didn't matter, she wasn't planning to stop him anyway. The massage went on again, steady, rhythmic, almost hypnotic. Occasionally, he would let his hands slide down her sides, letting his fingers brush against her breasts.

The first time he did it, she tensed a little, startled. But he moved away so quickly she didn't react. He continued the caress every few minutes and she felt her nipples harden at his proximity. She was tempted to turn a little to give him access to the hard peaks that were beginning to ache for his touch. She held still though, afraid the people sitting nearby would notice. The planter didn't hide that much.

After a while he moved lower, massaging her calves and moving slowly back up to her thighs. She gasped a little when his fingers trailed down the sensitive area at the top of her inner thighs. Again, he moved away immediately, letting her relax again. The caress continued and eventually settled on her inner thighs. She couldn't believe how arousing the simple touch was. She was having trouble breathing and she could tell her moisture was beginning to soak through her suit. He brushed his hand against the moisture and she released the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

When she didn't complain, he stopped teasing and slid his fingers under her suit. Slowly, he pressed into her, soothing her moisture over her and then beginning a more intimate massage. His other hand moved up, and rubbed against the side of her breast. This time, she did turn slightly, careful not to do anything the other sun-bathers might notice. His hand moved over her breast and he started to roll the nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand was moving also, he let his fingers slide along her cleft, teasing the hard nub at the top and then sliding down and into her. After a few minutes of this teasing, she moved a little, pressing her clitoris against his hand. He settled there, rubbing quickly and her breathing began to quicken.

"Shhhh," he said quietly.

She realized she was whimpering softly and bit her lip to stifle the sound. She felt her body tense suddenly and release, and tried to hide the shudders that were coursing through her. When her climax eased he reached up and refastened her suit. When he was finished she sat up and turned to face him. Leaning in, she kissed him tenderly.

Pulling back, she spoke softly, "I think I've had enough sun. I'm going back to my stateroom. Would you like to join me?"

He smiled and she stood up. Reaching down she picked up their things. Putting her bag over her shoulder, she handed him his cane. He pulled himself up and reached to take his guitar from her. "Which way?"

end.

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