1. The Island, Chapter 21


    Date: 6/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female/Female, Male / Females, massage, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

    the hurting all over, I even have the solution to that.” “What?” she said doubtfully. “By happy chance, I have just learned how to give a therapeutic massage, and I even have the oil to do it with. As your doctor, I am prescribing one deep tissue massage, thorough but gentle, to help with your sore muscles.” She gawked at me. “Do you always travel through the jungle with massage oil?” “No,” I said, chuckling. “This just happens to be your lucky day.” “A massage does sound great.” She pondered the matter. “You wouldn’t mind?” “Not at all. It would be my pleasure.” I had her sit up to start with, and crawled behind her. I gently pulled the straps of her tank top over her slim but muscular shoulders and with a dollop of my trusty oil began working the back of her neck and the trapezius muscles. “Oh, that feels great!” she breathed, and I could already feel her relaxing. She must have been really tense. I noticed how well-defined her muscles were, presumably from her work with the cheer squad. When I had finished the shoulders, I replaced the straps and pulled up the shirt as far as I could without exposing her breasts, and squirted out a little more oil on her back. I started in on the back muscles, working my way down her spine, then the ones around her shoulder blades, and finally the flanks. Her skin was smooth and soft, and I found myself enjoying this more and more--I was even sporting a woody. Her breathing had slowed and deepened, and she was now slumped forward as her ...
    spinal muscles relaxed further. I pulled off my shirt and laid it on the ground. “Here, lie down on this…on your side.” I had almost said ‘on your belly’, but realized that wouldn’t work at all! She did as I asked, and rolled as far forward as she could to give me access to the backs of her legs. I worked the oil into her feet and gave her a thorough foot massage, knowing pregnant women always had issues with them. “That’s great, Dave!” she said dreamily. “You know just what I need.” Christ, I know what I need right now! I thought, stroking the backs of her calves and admiring her full ass under the tight shorts. I rubbed the shapely gams happily, reveling in the firm muscles and lightly tanned skin. I made my way to her thighs, caressing the hamstrings and letting my thumbs ride up between her legs to lightly stroke her inner thighs, just under the edge of her shorts. I really wanted to slip my fingers on up higher, but didn’t want to assume she was interested in more than just a massage at this point. I did notice her breathing, which had been slow and deep, seemed to have picked up in pace as I kneaded the delicate skin of her thighs. So close …I thought, gazing rapturously at the tight crotch of her shorts as it rode up her crack. I took a deep breath. Down boy! “All right, roll over onto you back and I’ll get the rest of you,” I told her. I was glad I was sitting down, because otherwise the tent in my shorts might have scared her off. She moved onto her back, and I was ...
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