“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 thrilled to see her nipples now erect. They were huge—the size of thumbs—and creating tents of their own in the thin material of her tank top. She closed her eyes and relaxed again, and I worked my way up the front of her legs, just the way Truk had demonstrated for me earlier. I passed her knees and started in on her quads, gently digging my thumbs into her well-defined muscles. I loved the way the coconut oil melted into her skin, making the lightly tanned surface shine in the sunlight. Again I reached the legs of her shorts, and again slid my fingers lightly under the edges, just a little higher than was strictly proper. As I caressed her, I could feel the bottom edge of her panties where her legs emerged. My face was just inches from her crotch, and I swore I could smell the fragrance of her pussy now, mingling with the scent of coconut in the air. God I was getting horny!
I finally left off working around her cunt when I couldn’t draw it out any longer. I moved to a hand, and began rubbing the oil into her palms and between her fingers. The fragrant slickness created an intimate contact that was arousing even though nowhere near her naughty bits. I worked my way up her arm, my gaze transfixed by her heaving breasts, watching the massive mammaries move up and down in time with her increasingly deep breaths. I could see the dark shadows of her areolae through her shirt, the brown disks about the size of coasters. I repeated the process on her other hand and arm, then took a minute to collect myself. I was getting mighty worked up touching her fertile young body, and it seemed to me she was getting pretty worked up herself.
“Let me work on those stretch marks of yours. The oil might relax the skin and help them.” I had no idea if this was true or not, but I really wanted to rub that big belly of hers. I wasn’t shitting her earlier; I really did think fertility was sexy, and pregnant women gave me the hots every time. Then again, almost all women gave me the hots!
She opened her eyes, a worried expression creasing her forehead. “Are you sure you don’t mind? I think they’re kind of gross.”
“I don’t mind at all. I think you’re body is very attractive just the way it is. You just relax and let me make you feel better.”
She closed her eyes again, and I lifted her shirt to the very top of her abdomen, brushing the bottoms of those huge tits in the process. Her gravid womb jutted out of her small frame like a watermelon. Her lightly tanned skin was smooth and taut, and only a few ribbons of darker pigment indicating her stretch marks interrupted the wonderful expanse of her pregnant belly. She had a light brown stripe running from her protruding navel down to where it disappeared into the top of her shorts, and I longed to follow it south to see where it led. I squirted another gout of warm, scented oil onto her, and began rubbing it into her skin slowly. I loved the feel of her firm baby bump, and I watched the large mound wobble back and forth as I caressed her firmly, the long strokes warming both my palms and her skin. Her shorts were pulled down below her swollen abdomen, and as I worked my way around the bottom of her pregnant uterus, my thumbs dipped under the low waistband, tickling the top of her pubes lightly. She sighed heavily, her anxiety over showing me her belly now reverting back to her earlier state of arousal. Of course my state of arousal had never gone away, and my dick was straining at my shorts the same way her boobs were straining at her tank top. After I had coated her middle thoroughly with oil, and rubbed her to a high shine, I decided to push my luck.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked in a soft voice.
Without opening her eyes, she said throatily, “Yes. You are making me feel so sexy with the way you’re touching me. I haven’t felt desirable in a long time. I’ve almost forgotten what it felt like.”
“Trust me, Anne, you are very desirable.” I grasped the hem of her tank top and slowly pulled it off. She lifted her arms over her head and wiggled, and as the shirt popped over her chest, the twin mounds of her breasts bounced out of confinement, the big brown nipples looking like chocolate candies on mounds of jello as the swollen globes swayed back and forth. I finished pulling the shirt over her head and threw it aside, drinking in the spectacle of her gorgeous mammaries. After enjoying the sight for a moment, and observing her biting her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come, I filled my hands with oil and grasped those firm melons, bringing a quiet moan to her lips. I caressed the firm female flesh, kneading and squeezing her engorged teats and pinching the nipples lightly. I stroked the pectoral muscles, pulled taut with her arms over her head, from the tops of her breasts to her smooth armpits, causing her to giggle.
“I’m ticklish,” she said with a smile.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no! Rub my titties, Dave! I want you to touch me all over.”
How could I refuse? I attacked her jugs with renewed fervor, making sure I caressed the sides, as well as the bottoms, and again ran my oily fingers across her soft armpits, bringing shivers to her and stiffening the big brown knobs of her nips even further. Finally I could stand it no longer, and bent over her, sucking her right nipple deeply into my mouth. She cried out, arching her back, as I suckled her frenetically, pulling hard on the stiff peak with lips and teeth and stretching the elastic tissue to its limit. I moved to the left one, giving it a tongue bath to match the other side. I touched the tip of my tongue to the deep dimple in the center, which would be oozing sweet milk in just a couple of months. I wondered if I would get to taste her then, and shuddered at the thought. After enjoying sucking her for another minute, I went back to massaging the womanly wonderland of her chest while I kissed my way down her bulbous belly.
Her breath was now coming in gasps, and I didn’t need to ask her if she wanted more. I undid the button at the top of her shorts, pulled down the silver tab of her zipper, and yanked them over her thighs frantically, dying to get at her cunt. Her light blue cotton panties had a big wet spot in the center of the gusset, and I could now smell the unmistakable aroma of aroused pussy. I reached around her full ass, grabbing a cheek in each hand and pressing my face to the fabric covering her mound. She groaned as I kissed her through the damp material, feeling her lips and mine separated by the thin, moist layer of her panties. I curled my fingers around the waistband in the back, and slowly pulled them off, revealing the dark tangle of hair covering her sex. A cloud of warm sexual perfume wafted up from her cunt, filling my nose with its rich, womanly scent. Her pussy was beautiful, like some exotic fruit, covered in dark fur and split up the middle to expose the pink flesh inside. I spread her trembling thighs wide, allowing the hairy outer lips to part and giving me an intimate view of her secret garden. Her inner labia were thick and heavy, the wrinkled tissues protruding from her moist gash like two slabs of roast beef.
I shot another gout of oil onto her mound, making her jump and squeal with surprise, then began working the slippery stuff into her slick crevices with erotic glee. Her rosy piss flaps swung back and forth as I massaged them, smearing oil and vaginal juices all over her warm cunny and causing her to moan incoherently. Placing my palms on those hairy outer lips, I pulled them wide, then ran my thumbs up the gooey gash, rubbing her sensitive tissues from the dripping vaginal opening to her fat bud of a clit. I pinched the chubby love button between my thumbs, savoring the feeling of its substantial girth as I milked it up and down.
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