Paula and I were friends with benefits, on and off, for several years depending on what was going on in our lives. She sometimes had back aches and needed a Massage and she'd call me.
“Are you available tonight?” Paula asked me on the phone after we exchanged greetings. My interest piqued because other times in the past she'd called me to come over for sex. It had been a few months since the last time. She must have sensed in my voice because she immediately warned me it was not for sex, that she was still dating the same guy, and just had bad back pain and needed my healing hands to work their magic. I told Paula I'd meet her for dinner and then we could go to her place and I'd give her a full massage. Right after work, I stopped and picked up almond oil, her favorite, before dinner. She had two glasses of wine and a mixed drink while we ate. She told me about her guy, who sounded like a dud to me but I did my best to be supportive and not suggest that we had better sex than the one time a weekend, quick and unenthusiastic oral sex, weak erection stuff the cowboy was managing for her. But, Paula loved cowboys. We went to her house and I helped her undress. She was in pain. I could see from the way she walked up the stairs and how she couldn’t bend over to pull off her tight jeans. Poor thing! I expected to have her curvy body naked. Instead she made me leave her bra and thong on and shuffled barefoot into her bathroom. I went to the kitchen and warmed up the oil. When I got back, Paula was already face down on a huge beach towel on the bed, nude except for a very loose pair of short shorts that left the bottoms of her fine fleshy ass cheeks exposed. Yum. Her big breasts were squishing out to the sides because her arms were together at her head, cradling it on a pillow. I realized I was dressed in nice slacks and a long sleeve dress shirt. “Paula, I'm going to take off my clothes so I don't get oil on them.” “That's fine but keep your underwear on. I don't need your cock waving around tempting me to cheat on my boyfriend,” she told me. My hands worked all over her shoulders, slowly relieving the tension, then her arms, down her spine, around her lower back. Feeling her twitch, hearing her wince, I knew this would need a lot of work. As I rubbed gentle then more firm, tracing the pain centers down from her vertebrae, it became apparent that it went down her buttocks and to her legs, too. At first, I kneaded her butt cheeks, one at a time, with oily hands as she told me how good it felt. And my fingers strayed into her butt crack and over her moistened pussy occasionally. But she did not object. So I asked, “Can I move your shorts down? So I can do longer strokes?” “Mmmm hmmm, just don't pull them off,” Paula said dreamily. “I don't need to have to lie. I want to say I wasn't naked when I got my massage. He'd be jealous of how you make me feel so good.” I gently pulled her shorts down past her butt to the top of her thighs. I wanted to bury my face in her cheeks but stayed “professional.” After pouring the warm oil over her butt, letting some run down her crack and over her pussy, I again rubbed her butt and of course teased her with stray fingertips. Her pussy, I could see, was blossoming like a meaty flower. Wanting to do her thighs, I asked again to move her shorts lower and she consented with a similar caveat. But then with them at her knees, she tried to spread her legs apart a little and couldn't. She flipped the edge of the towel over her shoulder and said, “Oh fuck it, I'll say I was draped with a towel.” Now with Paula naked and feet far apart, I sat between her knees and continued. She kept twitching as I rubbed her thighs and buttocks, and I asked if I was hurting her. “No, just the opposite. It feels so sensual,” she answered. I used my hands to spread her cheeks, then rubbed her groin up to her outer lips, her squirming and moaning, then to tease I went back to finish both lower legs and feet. Her pussy was swollen, lips dark and appetizing, wet, so wet it was running out onto her clit then the towel. When I finished, I did long connecting strokes up her body, light and sexy ones, until I lay on top with my erection, cover in my boxers, between her cheeks. “Anything else you need rubbed?” I asked. She replied that she couldn't let me put my cock in her. I promised not to and asked again. “Mmm. Yeah, real bad,” she said and wiggled her butt against me. I moved down to between her legs again and used fingertips to trace lines all over, then towards her pussy, then played with the outer lips. I leaned down to kiss and lick her butt and she shivered. I rolled her to the side, put a pillow under her hips and the put her back face down. This lifted her up so I could now lick her vagina while fingering her clit. Her excitement grew, her hips moved up and down, my fingers rubbed harder and faster, and then she came. I plunged two fingers in her pussy, knowing she liked the full feeling when she came, and let her clutching walls grab on tight, over and over. She settled down and I nestled over her for a few minutes. Then I heard her snore. She shifted under me and woke. “I'm sorry, I'm so tired, I don't think I have the energy to fuck you. You are so hard.” I told her to just rest. I got the pillow from under her hips, wrapped her in the towel and the blanket. I kissed her cheek. “Your face smells like pussy,” Paula said. “What are you going to do?” “Masturbate, like most days. I'm thrilled to have tasted you and give you pleasure. That's enough.” Paula told me I could do it in her bathroom and let myself out. “You love my undies. Those are in there for you if you want.” What I really wanted to do was to masturbate all over her sexy butt that was curled up sleepily in front of me, but I didn't want to ruin the giving moment I had for her. Turning off the bedroom lights and going into her little bathroom, I picked up that thong she'd been wearing and rubbed myself with it a little before I shot my cum into her shower stall, hitting the opposite wall several times and then the last squirt landing on the tile floor. I didn’t rinse it off the shower, partly because I wanted her to see it and partly not to make any noise since she was sleeping. In the dark bedroom I slipped on my clothes and left quietly after I dressed. I did take the thong. The next time we met for dinner, I gave the thong back and she asked if I washed my cum out of it. I said of course. She said she asked because she’d woken up hours after I left, went to pee in her bathroom, and found the “painting” of my semen that I left for her and hadn’t washed out. Then, she admitted the night I had massaged her that she had wanted me to put myself inside her so bad but I was a gentleman. I had several fantasies of what might have been after that conversation.
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