Giving Him a Massage

 

He’s been gone all week on a business trip.

To keep yourself occupied, after work and dinner, you’d read a little smutty story from the collection he bought you as a gift, and then you’d text him from bed.

Some nights he was tired and though he wanted to sext or send you a video of him playing with himself, you could tell that the business meetings he had been attending were exhausting him.

On Wednesday night you text “Just sleep. If you really are getting tired from the meetings, don’t even rub yourself off at night. Save it all for me when you get home.”

“Really? You don’t want me to send you a video of me stroking myself? Or to try to come up with a good sexting fantasy?”

You smile as you read the message, then type. “I feel you’re really tired after your meetings each day. I’d rather you save your strength, come home to me, and I’ll give you a treat.”

There is a pause on screen and then he types “What kind treat? Something we rarely do?”

You smile at that. You know what he’s asking. Anal. He’s asking if you’ll let him fuck your ass. “You finish your trip and come back home to me and I’ll do something for you that you won’t expect, but will enjoy.” You continue smiling because you know that is just vague enough that it will drive him crazy.

“Ok. I’ll still text you every night.” He replies.

“I’d expect nothing else.” You type back.

As you lie in bed, you imagine him in a hotel room. His cock is soft but ready for your use. Slowly you rub your pussy, imagining what you want to do with his prick as it hardens just for you. You lick your lips. His shaft is perfect for sucking and it fills you just right. You slide your fingers inside of you and imagine him thrusting into you. You really miss him tonight, so you rub your clit as you fill your hungry cunt with your fingers.

Your body tightens and pulses with pleasure. You then wipe yourself, using the towel near your bed. “I’ll do something special for him.” You say as you lay down and drift off to sleep.

As time gets closer to his return you think of what things he does for you that you really enjoy but don’t often do back. Oral doesn’t really figure into the picture. He happily eats you as often as you suck him. You could prep yourself for anal, but he’s expecting that. Even though you could still end with that, you want something different.

You look at the bedside drawer. Toys, a plug, condoms, and lotions.

Lotions.

You look at some of the flavored ones. You remember when he got them for you. He, more than once has given you a full body massage. Using different scented lotions and gels. Just the thought of his fingers on your body has you damp. “That’s it.” You say aloud. “Give him an erotic massage after he gets home.”

You pull out the different lotions and take time selecting the ones you want to use. As you close the drawer, your shiny butt plug glints at you. “Maybe,” you whisper to yourself as you close the drawer with it still inside.

 

You check your phone, to see when his flight lands. You could pick him up from the airport, but he reminded you that the company pays for a taxi to drive him home and he’s going to use as much of the company’s money as he can.

He should be home in an hour or two, so you prepare the bed, laying out towels. He showed you that it is so much easier to do a load of towels in the laundry with body oils rather than sheets which might get stained. It’s another thing about him you love, he takes care of things.

 

You watch from the window as an airport taxi pulls up. He gets out. His hair is all messed up, as he pays the cabbie and pulls the roller bag from the back. You see his shoulders droop as he lets out a sigh and walks up the drive. You quickly check yourself in the mirror one more time. You’re wearing a loose T-shirt overtop an exercise bra and yoga leggings. More than once he’s told you he loves your curves partially hidden by both loose and tight clothing. “Nothing too complicated.” You say to yourself with a grin, before  you go to the front door.

He is there. He gives you a smile, but his eyes have that tired weary look to them. Letting go of his bag, he hugs you tightly. The polo shirt he’s wearing is soft and rumpled from travel.

“I’ve missed you so much” he whispers into your ear as he kisses you.

Your arms squeeze him tightly too. “I know.” You whisper back.

Taking his bag in one hand, you lead him to the bedroom with the other.

He sees the towels on the bed. “What’s all this?”

You kiss him again. “My surprise for you.” Letting go of the roller bag, you take pull his shirt up over his head, before kissing his chest. The small curly hairs are soft against your lips. Then you reach down and undo his belt and pants.

“Get naked and lie down on the bed. I want you to tell me all about your trip as I help you relax.”

He quickly slides off his shoes and lets his pants hit the floor. He strips off his drawers and socks, sitting on the edge of the bed. “How do you want me to lay?”

You notice that he’s getting excited, not fully hard yet, but not a ‘sleeping turtle’ either. “Lay on your back. I’m going to start with your feet as you tell me about your trip.” You reply.

He gives you an exaggerated pout, “But my feet aren’t where I really want your attention.”

You give him a wicked smile and wink. “I know.” You then grab a bottle of lotion, “But you’ve been traveling and on them a lot. If I remember what you have done for me, tired feet being massaged is a good starting place.”

He nods, sighs, and lies back.

Squirting a little lotion along the bottom of his right foot, he shakes it “That’s cold”.

You grip his foot firmly and grin “Is it? I’m sorry, I’ll have to rub it and make it better.”

The bottoms of his feet are rough. Starting with one and then the other you press your fingers firmly along the balls of his foot, the arch, and the heel.

He tells you about the flight out there, the delays with the rental car, and the traffic to get to the hotel.

“Any sexy collogues at this conference?” You playfully ask.

With a non-committal tone he replies “No, not really.”

“You mean that Carol, wasn’t wearing short skirts and tight tops to this? Or Kristen wasn’t going braless to the meetings?”

You look up his body, noticing his cock twitching. You aren’t sure if it is from you slowly moving up his leg or you mentioning the two women from his office that you’ve seen.

He looks down “I really hadn’t noticed them this trip.”

“Oh, so there were others who caught your eye? Is that why you wanted so badly to sext every night?” You move up his thigh. As you add drops of lotion and rub his firm muscles, his cock hardens and lays on his firm stomach.

“Is that because of me or because of what you’re thinking of?” You playfully ask.

“You, of course, my love. Your hands feel so good.” He replies as he looks down.

You smile up at him. His hard penis is waiting for you. He’s had you like that before too. You blow a cooling breath along the shaft. Then drip some of the berry flavored gel on it.

“That is cold.” He says in a serious tone.

You wink and say, “Here’s some warmth for you.”  The berry flavor mixes well with his natural taste. You lick around the tip and then take him deep into your mouth.

He moans in pleasure. “So warm. So wet. So good.”

The firm shaft is what you missed all week. Slowly you suck and lick until all of the gel is gone. His hard cock glistens in the bedroom lights.

As you lick and suck him, your pussy feels so wet.

“I love your mouth.” He says with a gasp.

You stop massaging him, and strip off your top and leggings.

Straddling him you lean forward so your hard nipples rub against his chest. Your hair loosely falls across his face as you teasing rub your pussy lips along his shaft.

“I love your mouth too, but right now I so badly want your hard little prick.” You say in an almost commanding tone, as you reach and feed it into you.

He is still slick with saliva and gel, which slides so easily with your natural juices. Teasingly you go down and up, only a little at a time. You savor his thickness as you take him deeper with each motion.

He grips your hips. “That’s it. Ride me. I’ve missed that so much.”

Looking down at him you smile an almost greedy grin as you press all the way down on him so he fills you.

Then you rock back and forth. Your clit rubbing against his pubic mound.

He releases your hips and grasps your breasts. You feel his fingers firmly grip your nipples as you ride him harder.

He’s breathing harder. “That’s it. Ride me.” He gasps. You take his hands from your breasts and hold then down on the bed.

“You’re mine.” You say in a controlling tone as you rock back and forth harder. His hard cock feels so good inside of you. You’re almost ready to cum. He’s ready too. You feel him. His breathing is harder too.

You grip his wrists tightly, and your knees press against him as pleasure moves through you.

Then you lessen your grip and dismount. His softening, wet schlong still drips semen on his belly.

“You enjoyed that too.” You say with a wicked grin as you grab a towel, wipe yourself then throw it to him.

“That felt great.” He says with an exhausted grin.

“I’m glad. Now, I’ll clean up and you can do all of that laundry you brought home.” You comment as you quickly dress.

“Maybe after laundry, I should try to give you something special too?” He kisses you, as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

You wink and smile. “Depending on my mood later, maybe we’ll both try something special?” you say as you nod towards the nightstand with sex toys.

“Hopefully I can keep you in a good mood.” He says and kisses you deeply before taking his travel clothes to the laundry room.