I wanted to get my hands on his member now. I reached for the towel and his hands joined mine in pulling it open. What I saw was magnificent - big, long and hard like his body. I put my hand on it and felt as if I was touching a piece of iron. It twitched in response to my touch and I grabbed the base and began to move my hand up and down the shaft. I massaged his scrotum and felt large testicles inside. I used two hands now, one squeezing and stroking his balls and the other gripping his shaft and moving it slowly up and down.
I wasn’t sure of the etiquette with massage. Was I supposed to masturbate him to a climax? Was I supposed to screw him? At the moment he seemed content to leave it up to me. The sight of his cock, tall and proud as I pleasured him with my hands, was very appealing so I made a personal choice and bent over to get my head closer to it.
I leaned forward and started to lick the tip, making delicate circles with my tongue. I kissed it a few times and placed my lips on it teasingly, and he responded by pushing upwards with his hips. I gripped the base and let my lips and mouth slide over the full tip, continuing to circle my tongue while I did this. He pushed upwards again, eager for me to take him all the way into my warm and wet mouth. I didn’t oblige him yet, continuing to pleasure the head and tip until my own desire compelled me to sink all the way down. He groaned and reached for my hair, taking a firm grip of it at the back of my head so he could direct me down and up while he eased his hips up and down against me.
I loved the feel of him in my mouth and I wanted to bring him off, to hear him climax and taste his cum. I sucked him hard and fast, listening to his groans building, and felt him fucking my mouth at the same time. it did not take long until he cried out and I felt his cock spasm and his warm semen hit the back of my mouth. I sucked him until there was no more and his spasms subsided, and then I lifted my head and stroked his gleaming member with satisfaction. It had lost some hardness but, impressively, remained upright.
I stood up beside the bench and waited. “Thank you” he said, and sat up. “Your turn.”
“What?” I said, surprised.
“For a massage. Lie down.” He reached for the button on my shorts and deftly undid it and the small zip. He pulled my shorts down and I climbed on to the bench and lay on my front. I wondered where he was going with this as he undid the knot on my bikini top to free my back, but then straight after he hooked his fingers into my bikini bottoms and pulled them down and off. “I will massage you, all over” he said, matter of factly, drawing a hand over my ass.
I said nothing. He might be terse but he was strong and masculine, and after what I’d just done to him with my mouth I was ready for some relief of my own. I listened to the squeeze of the oil bottle and waited for him to put his hands on me. When he did he pressed firmly, as if he was trying to force the oil into my skin. He had a surprisingly expert touch and I couldn’t help but emit gasps of pleasure as he worked the different muscles in my back and shoulders. I felt embarrassed for my poor efforts now and thought maybe I should learn some of his technique!
By the time he worked his way down my back I was relaxed and drowsy. He spent time on my behind, caressing both cheeks in a circular motion, one with each hand. Several times he drifted over the crack between them and slipped a finger lightly between my cheeks, delicately brushing my anus and causing me to twitch or clench involuntarily.
His hands moved onto my legs, working downwards and kneading my calves with the same hard technique he had used on my upper body. His touch became lighter and he ever so gently pushed my legs apart and ran his hands softly up the inside of my thigh, making my quiver. I sighed, waiting for him to reach where I wanted to be touched.
When his fingers reached the top of my legs and brushed against my pussy for the first time I uttered a soft “Mmm”. The oil on his hand and my own wetness allowed him to slip easily and oh so delightfully over my lips, and then between them as he found my slit and probed a finger gently inside me. While he played with my sex he ran his other hand along the side of my body to the side of my breast, and I twisted my body and eased my weight to the side to expose it for him, freeing a nipple for his hand to find and for him to circle it with his fingertips.
I was lost in the pleasurable sensation of his oily fingers playing with me and lay there with my eyes closed, letting him caress and fondle me as he saw fit. And what he saw fit to do next, I
