Negroni

"Good God, Mia. Your ass is gorgeous. My word."

"Mmmm," she responded, squirming to indicate that I should touch it some more. That was all I needed to hear.

My hands began to knead and squeeze and massage her cheeks, sweeping up to her lower back and down to her smooth thighs. Her flesh oozed between my fingertips as I literally poured a huge dose of oil onto her butt cheeks. I began to massage in earnest now, spreading her cheeks apart and openly exposing the light brown puckered sphincter of her tight little asshole. She was so gorgeous in the firelight and her incredible fleshy ass felt so good in my hands.

The music was perfect - keeping a rhythmic beat that coincided with my manual massaging. I took the entire bottle of oil and, rather than squirt some into my hand, turned and poured it directly on her butt cheeks. She groaned with the realization and my slippery palms returned to the promised land of her soft round butt cheeks. 'God, I could do this for hours,' I thought to myself.

I became more aggressive in spreading her cheeks apart and she seemed not to mind in the slightest. If anything, she was quite comfortable with my manual maneuverings. As my thumbs moved lower and lower into that seductive gap between her thighs, the more she seemed to moan and move to my hands. There was no question she was welcoming my fingers as they came closer and closer to her pussy.

"God, you're so beautiful," I suddenly blurted out as my thumbs pulled her buns apart and I gazed for the first time at the full plump lips of her pussy. The pressure of my thumbs clearly separated her outer lips from behind, exposing the glistening pink core of her sex. Her aroma wafted up to my nostrils and I realized for the first time in several minutes that I was now as hard as a fucking rock.

I was, however, feeling disconnected a bit from her in this position, so I switched ends again and straddled her legs once more, facing upwards. What a vision! Her entire back glistened with oil in the flickering firelight. She lay with her head to the side on a pillow, her eyes closed, and her hands pulled up above her shoulders. She looked completely relaxed, her hair up, yet a few errant strands escaping to showcase the dark brown color of tresses.

And her body, oh my God, her body was completely exposed to my view. Her light brown skin was unmarred with tattoos or wrinkles or blemishes of any kind. Her upper back tapered to a tight low waist that burgeoned outward and upward to the most beautiful ass I'd ever laid my eyes on. Her hips were generous and round, but in perfect proportion to her body. Her thighs were sturdy and smooth, as was the rest of her. And most alluring of all was the deep dark crevice between her ass cheeks. I just wanted to burrow my face in her butt and suck and lick her into the wee hours.

But it was a massage I had promised and I aimed to keep my word. The oil had been sitting close to the fire, so it was getting nice and warm as my massage proceeded. I squeezed the bottle and poured a generous amount of oil onto her ass, back and upper thighs, then returned to the matter at hand.

My hands slid with what I thought was just the right amount of pressure as they swept in long arcs from her knees to her upper back. At times I worked them symmetrically and in unison; at other times each hand moved in opposite, but complementary directions, completely covering her backside in a sheen of warm slippery oil. Her occasional gasps and sexy groans were all the encouragement I needed.

Every once and a while, my fingertips would graze the bulge of her breasts as they squished out from under her torso. I ached to touch and feel them with oily hands, but figured that would happen in time. At times my focus would return to the lovely round globes of her ass and I'd spread my fingers wide and squeeze her warm flesh with my slippery digits. I could see and hear that she enjoying these subtle, yet purposeful explorations, so I became a bit more daring.

I moved down slightly and began to slide my splayed hands up her thighs, my thumbs reaching down between her parted legs. As my fingers reached her cheeks, my thumbs stayed down between her thighs pressing against the bulging pouty flesh of her outer labia. I stopped right at that point and my thumbs moved in tight circles against the flesh of her sex. She moaned audibly and I could feel the heat of her hole and the mixing of her own lubrication with my oily fingertips. I could even hear her sticky lips opening and closing as I kneaded her glorious bottom. The aroma wafting up from her sex was completely intoxicating.

The timing felt right to move about again. I repositioned my right knee between her upper thighs as my hands returned to knead the soft flesh of her derriere. I pulled her cheeks apart again and gloried at the view of her ass and the clear definition of her labia silhouetted lusciously in the gap between her legs. My left thumb slid across her anus, followed by the right. Her gasp and arching back spoke volumes. I pressed down and back on her lower back and felt her pussy lips engage with my lower right thigh just above the knee. I could feel her hot wet lips pressing against me as she slowly moved her body up and down, enjoying the friction and something to hump against. She was a naughty little girl, and I loved it.

At one point she pushed up on her elbows and turned to look back over her shoulder at me.

"Are you having fun?" she asked with a devilish grin.

"Only if you are," I replied. "This is about you. Not me."

Her smile answered my question without her having to say a word. I took advantage of her upper body being raised off the comforter and the angle of her arms and leaned forward to reach in front and cup her incredible breasts for the very first time. They were outrageously big and soft and my hands had enough oily residue on them to allow me to fondle them comfortably. The softness of her generous breasts was offset by the hardness of both nipples. They scraped my hand in contrast to the silky full flesh of her bosom. I gloried in their feel and texture and my middle fingers each found a nipple to tease and fondle. She lay her head back down on the pillow and I extracted my hands, encouraged to know that I could return to my mammary explorations later.

I pressed my right thigh more strongly and directly against the soft folds of her pussy and felt her press back with no shyness or doubt whatsoever. I was about to apply more oil when I felt it might be time for a flip.

"So, Mia. Why don't you turn over so I can do your other side?"

"Other side?" she queried. "You're going to massage my front?" she asked directly.

"Well, yes...I am." I stammered. "This is a full body massage. If I only did the back it would be a half a body massage. What good would that do?" I questioned, trying to apply logic where none would suffice.

"Very well," she agreed without much arm twisting. "You are putting in a most excellent effort so I will comply with your wishes," she said as she started to rise.

I moved to accommodate her flip and watched in awe as her full round breasts came into focus. Oh my God, they were big and soft and so lovely with large aroused nipples. They jiggled slightly as she adjusted her body to recline. My cock wasn't hard at this point; I'd been working and concentrating. But it was full and forming a considerable log of turgid flesh in my boxer briefs. I saw her eye the evidence of my semi-arousal as she re-positioned herself and caught her subtle smile.

She lay back and got comfortable, her arms at her side and a look of contentment on her pretty face. For the first time I caught a glimpse of her pussy from the front. Her pubic hair, what there was of it, was neatly trimmed and shaped in a small tuft of curly black sitting high on her pudendum. Her outer lips were full and carefully shaved and disappeared quietly between her thighs in a tight seductive vee.

As she lay back her breasts flattened slightly, but they still sat proudly on her torso, punctuated by medium brown nipples that were hard; her areolae a little larger than a silver dollar. I surveyed her body with impunity as she lay naked before me, ready for my touch.

I started slowly and conservatively, concentrating on her arms and hands, moving from side to side. I worked my manual magic, but couldn't stop looking at the beautiful body that lay right in front of me. It felt like she had now consented to let me touch her anywhere.

Arms done, I moved to her shoulders and upper chest, applying more oil to ease the movement of my hands and fingers. I circled around her breasts without touching them, then grabbed the bottle of oil and squeezed a generous dollop onto one breast, then the other. I could see her squirm just slightly, knowing where I'd be concentrating next. She looked totally in the moment and I readied myself for a breast massage.

I spread my hands across her rib cage below and slowly moved my hands upward, the soft flesh of her boobs squishing between my outstretched fingers. After the initial pressure, I pulled back and let me well-lubricated fingertips graze all around the glorious mounds of her bosom, tracking back and forth over the distended tip of her engorged nipples. I pinched each with oily fingers and she squirmed at the pressure. I spread my fingers wide, doing my best to grab all of her bosomy flesh, but it was impossible; they were just too big to be contained in the palm of my oily hands.

I could feel her body reacting to my touch as I squeezed her breasts and alternated varying ways of touching and stroking her. There was no doubt in my mind, however, that she was enjoying my work and slowly getting turned on by a sensual touch.

As I knelt at her side, one hand began to slide down on to her torso and tummy as the other remained engaged with her tits. I applied more oil and my hands both moved to her belly; sliding this way and that, but avoiding her mound. And she did have a lovely mound. It rose gently from her flat belly and seemed to work in concert with the protuberance of her hip bones on either side. She had such lovely contours. I had to resist touching immediately; knowing that taking the round-about way would yield more dividends in the end.

My lubricated hands circumvented her sex and began to massage the fronts of her thighs in earnest. I saw her part her legs slightly and used the opportunity to slide one hand between her thighs as the other one moved to the outside of her leg. I now had her right thigh between my oily hands and I began to squeeze and knead her firm muscular leg. I encircled as much of her leg as I could with my hands as I slid to the knee, then slowly worked my way upward. She parted and lifted her legs even a bit more and I now got a lovely glimpse of her inner lips, slowly emerging from the tight crease of her outer labia. My hands moved up, then up some more, until the side of my left hand was pressed against her pussy as I squeezed thigh. I could feel her heat and her considerable wetness and knew that she'd soon be ready for me to touch her very core.

I moved my hands to her left leg and followed suit; once again squeezing and massaging as I moved north and kneaded her thigh flesh.

"Mmmm, that feels so good," she said, barely above a whisper. "You have magic hands," she added. Pretense and joking were gone. I could tell she was ready for me to touch her pussy.

I placed my left hand lightly on her belly, just above her pudendum, and reached down with my right hand to her knee. With a thumb on one knee and a pinky on the other, I slowly and seductively moved my spread hand up her thighs, dragging my lubricated middle fingertips along her inner thighs.

The only sounds were the crackling fire and the soft thump of electronic music as my fingers finally came in touch with the proud pouch of her pussy. I let my middle finger drag just slightly, as it slid quietly between her labia and encountered the warm slippery core of her furled lips. It slipped like a knife through butter and I could feel her body swell with arousal as the fingertip grazed slowly over her clit, stopping for just a second to weave a few tight circles before journeying on. I felt her body rise to my touch and knew she wanted more.

I repeated my knee to belly journey several times, each time applying a little more pressure as my middle finger gathered her own lubrication to add to the mix. On my fourth trip north, my hand slid between her legs and my entire palm covered her full juicy lips. Her pussy flesh felt soft, full and ready to be parted. She gasped with delight and pressed her hips up to express her approval and to provide better digital access.

With my palm covering the soft flesh of her mons, my middle right finger slid easily into her core and her breathy moan let me know I was timing my entry just right. As I lightly fingered her, just barely moving my finger, I slid my left hand over her engorged nipples, teasing and pinching slightly before slowly moving down over her undulating belly. Every movement and sound she made screamed, "touch me", and I was determined to do just that.

As I curled up my middle finger and found the soft spongey flesh of the front wall of her vagina, my leftt hand delved lower over her belly, past her tiny patch of pubic hair and down between the pouty lips. Her clit was engorged and slippery and was begging to be touched and stroked. With a manual dexterity that I had honed over the years, I began to touch and finger her hot wet pussy with both hands, each doing something completely different. I watched her face as I strummed her sex, monitoring her every sound and grimace to assess how I was doing. From the way her body moved to encourage my manual exploration and the crescendo of sounds she was making, I was easing her toward climax. I knew now was not the time to slow down or change pace.

She was so slippery and loose now, just gushing juices. I added my ring finger to the mix and began to finger her with a two-fingered fluttering come hither motion. Meanwhile, my left hand was strumming her clit at an increasing pace. Her eyes were shut tight and she was grabbing my thigh with her left hand, clutching tighter and tighter. Her right hand was clasping the comforter in a death grip and her toes were pointed and ready for release. As she edged to the tipping point the sounds emanating from my manual ministrations became loud and slushy sounding; like her juices were overflowing and getting stirred up in the manual mix.

"Oh, oh, mmmm, fuck! Don't stop! Shit!! Don't stop, please don't stop," she practically screamed. Her mouth opened with a silent cry, her hips lifted up off the floor and she was practically spewing and gushing nectar from her hot cunt.

"Awwwww, fuck!" she suddenly screamed as her body was wracked with a violent orgasm. Her left leg shot out involuntarily at a straight angle and her entire body jerked with violent spasms as she made an unintelligible sound that crossed between pain and ecstasy. I slowed my motions and her body, after a few aftershocks, went limp. I calmly slowed my fingering motions to nothing, then gently extracted my fingers, knowing she'd probably feel tenderness in the afterglow of what, from all appearances, had all the marks of an epic orgasm.

I lightly touched her, staying away from all sensitive areas as she collected herself and came back to reality. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me through lowered lids.

"Wow," was all she could muster. I smiled back at her and let my hands graze over her entire body before coming to rest.

"How was that?" I queried

"Wow," was all she said, again. "That was amazing." She placed her hands on mine and said thank you. I had been kneeling this entire time and was ready to relax myself. I lay down next to her and put my hand on the soft pillow of her bosom. It felt so lush and wonderful. She stroked my head lightly as we listened to the music, which we could actually hear again, along with the crackle of the fire.

The fire felt like it might be dying down a bit, so I excused myself to add a log and stoke the flames a bit. As I kneeled there, poking the fire, I felt a hand from behind on the inside of my thigh, and then another. I had lost my erection, but it was not going to take much to bring it back full force. I was still wearing my boxer briefs and as I poked the fire, I could feel her grab the waist band and start to pull down. I assisted by standing and stepping out of my briefs as she tossed them aside. I was now naked, facing the fire, and felt her hands exploring my legs and ass, and sliding, finally, between and from behind to touch my hanging cock. Her touch told me this was just a little playful exploration and I felt like she had something else on her mind.

"So. Come sit down. I want to tell you something." That was an invitation one could not refuse. I finished resurrecting the fire and sat down next to her. Her naked body looked absolutely gorgeous in the flickering light of the restored fire. She looked at me with those big brown eyes.

"Look, you should know I have one rule. I never bring a guy into my bedroom on a first date."

"Was this a date?" I asked innocently. Was it? I didn't actually know.

"Well, given how hard you just made me come, yes, I now consider this an official date," she said, smiling. "I've already done way more than I usually do on a first date."

"Is the date over?" I asked, playing along with wherever she was going with this.

"Not by a long shot," she answered. "But now it's time for me to make some suggestions."

"I can live with that," wondering where she was taking us.

"You can sleep here on the couch, but I'm going to sleep in my bed tonight. That's just the way it's going to be ," she stated emphatically.

"I can live with that. No problem," I replied. She smiled and adjusted her arms slightly, her soft hanging breasts wobbling slightly in the firelight.

"So...when was the last time you had a really really good blowjob?" she asked like she was asking when I last had my car inspected. I thought for a moment and realized that it had, in fact, been a really long time as my wife had never particularly been into giving oral sex.

"Umm, well, let's see." I pondered the question, wanting to give an honest answer. "To tell you the truth, it was in nineteen seventy..." I paused, trying to do the math. "I guess the late seventies," I said, truthfully.

She smiled like she'd won the lottery. "Are you fucking shitting me?" she said in a very ladylike tone. "Oh my, God. Well, then."

She stood up, her breasts bouncing as my eyes washed over the fine curves of her exquisite body. 'Good God, what a woman,' I thought to myself.

"I'm going to go pee and get some water. You should just make yourself comfortable on the couch here. And when I come back..." She paused for emphasis and turned to face me so I could see her entire body in all its naked glory. "I am going to give you the best blowjob you have ever had. Guaranteed," she added as she twirled and exited the room, her round cheeks bouncing tightly and her provocative hips swaying just so.

I adjusted the fire again. I was no longer erect, but the heat from the hearth felt good on my body. My cock hung flaccid, but heavy with anticipation for whatever was to come. I sat back down, spread my arms on the back of the couch and also spread my legs slightly to let my dick fall between my legs. I didn't want Mia to forget her promise once she returned to the room.

I heard the toilet flush, followed by the refrigerator opening, and Mia re-entered the room a few moments later. She strode much the way she had earlier in the bar while waiting on tables - except now she was stark naked. I smiled at the very idea. Her large breasts bounced and wobbled wonderfully as she crossed the room, heading straight for me. I saw her eyes look down at my cock hanging between my legs and thought I detected the slightest of smiles.