Gentle Massage Turns into More

I stand behind where you're sitting and start massaging your head, running my fingers through your hair and gently pressing my fingers into your scalp, all over the top of your head, working my way down the back of your head to your neck, then forward across your head to your forehead. I smooth my fingers down your temples, to your cheek bones to your jaw line.

I then press my fingers across your forehead, rubbing the tension away from your forehead and down, then across your cheekbones and down, and finally from your ears to your chin. I move in front of you and gently touch your lips with my fingers then straddle your legs and lean in to lightly kiss across your neck.

As I kiss you, I slide my hands across the tops of your super sexy shoulders, lightly squeezing them in a gentle massage. You can hear my breath catch as I smell your scent and feel your hands on me and I burrow my face into your neck and beard.

You grab my breasts and push them together, watching my cleavage at the top of my shirt and thinking about your hands touching them, skin to skin. I quickly suck in a breath and moan against your neck, thinking about the same thing.

I lean back so I can see your hands on me, covering my breasts fully. You use the opportunity to pull up the edge of my sleeveless blouse and slowly slide your hands under it, up my back, holding me close to you. "Please, yes, Daddy, please touch me!" I whisper to you as I start to squirm on your lap and grab your biceps.

You push me back, away from you, wanting to see your hands under my shirt, as you slowly, inch by inch make your way across my ribs and up my stomach, finally reaching the bottom of my bra. I toss my head back, bite my lip, and press myself into your hands, offering myself to you.

You notice my eyes narrow in arousal, my breath still coming in gasps. Slowly, super slowly, you lift my bra up and finally cup my breasts in both hands, my nipples quickly hardening at your touch. I moan more loudly this time and start to press my crotch against yours, needing more.

You play with my super-sensitive nipples, loving hearing my moans and seeing the expressions on my face and the blush that's quickly spreading over my face and neck. I lean back into you to kiss your neck but you move your head to face mine, pressing your lips against mine, first gently, then harder, showing me in your kiss how turned on you are, too. You mimic the same increase of pressure on my nipples, first gently brushing your finger tips across the buds, then pinching them and twisting or pulling them away from me. Your hands cover my breasts again, squeezing them as I keep grinding myself against your crotch.

Wanting to feel your skin, too, I slide one hand tentatively down to your waist and tug at your shirt, raising my eyebrows and looking at your face to see if this is okay. You smile at me and nod, knowing that I want your reassurance to explore you. I slide one hand on your stomach, feeling your hair there and moan at that sensation. You quickly pull your hands away from me and pull your shirt over your head.

I gasp at the sight of you: your broad chest there for me to touch and snuggle into. My hands keep exploring up your stomach and sides, landing on your chest. You put your hands on the neckline of my blouse and pull it down, uncovering my bra and you nuzzle your face into my breasts, teasing me with kisses all over each mound.

I keep touching your chest, my fingers light against you. I reach to take my blouse off and you eagerly help me, your hands going immediately back to my breasts as soon as you can, eager to see them. I reach around and unhook my bra and you smooth the straps down my shoulders and arms. I hold the bra against me, teasing you, cocking one eyebrow so you know that this is what I'm doing.

"Little, please, please touch me again and please let me touch you!" you growl. I grin and drop my bra, my breasts again filling your hands.

We both moan as we touch and fully see each other for the first time, the skin of my stomach and shoulders against yours. I nuzzle my face against your chest, smelling your scent and feeling your chest hair brush against me.

You push me back again so you can see my breasts in your hands, my peach colored nipples peeking through your fingers. I run my fingers again all over your chest, landing on your nipples which I shyly touch, not knowing how much pressure you want.

"Please bite them!" you beg, so I do, first licking one, then the other so my teeth don't stab into you, then take your left one gently between my front teeth, testing your reaction to see how hard you want me to be. As I increase this pressure you squeeze your eyes shut, showing me that this is what you want, and the level of pressure you want.

You begin to grind your cock up into my cunt and I moan and squirm on your lap. The scent of my arousal reaches your nose and you breathe the musky smell in, knowing that I must be so wet and turned on and just waiting for you to reach under my skirt and explore.

Your cock tightens at the thought of pulling my skirt up and letting me sink down onto you, my thong pulled to the side, just enough for you to impale me with your cock.

Keeping watch on my face and breasts, you slide your hands down to the hem of my skirt and gently tug it up my thighs until you can just see the crotch of my thong. It's soaked through with moisture. You sigh and reach up between my legs and gently play with my wet cunt with two of your fingers.

I gasp at your touch and rock against you, moaning, "Please, please," though I don't know exactly what I'm begging for. You slide my thong to the side and push into me with your middle finger.

"Oh Daddy," I moan, "yes, please fuck me with your finger!" My cunt clamps down onto your finger as you start to move it into me, my muscles rippling around your finger. We both moan, imagining your cock doing the same.