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Subject: {ASSM} RP Tom Bombadil - A Gentle Massage for Diana  [M/F, rom, slow]
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A Gentle Massage for Diana  [M/F, rom, slow]

by Tom Bombadil  (c) 1996
Short story #1


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This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of
fiction, it may not reflect my personal views on any of the activities
or actions described, nor is it based on any type of real events in my
life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

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Diana walked back into the office after her early lunch break, looking 
for her assistant.  He was in the back room, digging out some old 
casebook files for her, working up a sweat.

She admired him for a few seconds, watching the play of muscles over his 
broad back and the tightening and flexing of his ass and thighs.  <Oh, 
so nice to look at, but so young, so young...> He was all of twenty -- 
strong, hard-bodied, intelligent, good-looking, and fairly mature.  He 
understood that a woman wanted to be loved, not lusted after, something 
many men never learned.

<If only ... >  Her musings were interrupted when he turned around, 
suddenly realizing someone was there.

"Ms. Aramis, I'm sorry.  I didn't hear you come in."

"That's all right William.  I was just coming to check on your progress 
with the Thornburg files we need."

"Oh, just fine.  I'll be finished digging them out in another hour."  He 
looked around for a few seconds.  "Then again, it might be more like two 
or three."

"That will be fine.  I need them for Monday afternoon, so there's no 
great rush.  I do have one chore I need you to handle for me today, 
since I'll be leaving early.  I'd like you to order two dozen red roses 
and have them delivered to my house sometime between seven and eight."

"No problem.  Is there a special occasion?"

"No, not really.  It's just that ... well, I'm planning for a special 
night with my husband.  Between my work and his, we don't get nearly 
enough time together, so tonight will be just for us."

"Consider it done."

He handled these types of requests well.  He was conscientious about his 
job, and knew that sometimes handling personal details for his boss was 
considered part and parcel of his duties.  He was one of the best 
assistants she'd had in her fifteen years with the firm.

"Thanks William.  I've got a number of errands to run this afternoon, so 
I'll be leaving around two.  Why don't you book off after you finish 
digging out those files and get an early start on the weekend as well."

"Thank you.  That'll certainly help."

Diana knew he was in a big rush today, trying to get out of town to see 
his girlfriend.  An extra hour or so head start on the Friday crawl 
would make several hours difference in his time with her this evening.  
<Oh, to be so young and energetic again ...>

Sometimes all the pressures from work and home rode her hard, making her 
feel like an ancient, tired old crone.  She knew, at thirty-eight, she 
was *not* old and over the hill.  With her mature good looks and still-
attractive body she could have almost any man she wanted.  Even William 
sometimes let his eyes roam a little too freely, lustfully eyeing his 
boss when he thought she wasn't looking. 

Whenever she thought of those looks, an unexplained thrill went through 
her body, tightening her nipples and heating her groin. <God, 
fantasizing about kids now.>

Almost.  Her two, Arthur and Jenine, were now fifteen and eighteen 
respectively.  Both were out of town for the week and not expected back 
until Monday.

---

At two o'clock sharp she booked out, moving quickly.  She had several 
stops to make before her appointment at the massage parlor.

First, the wine store.  A nice, fairly expensive bottle of good French 
champagne, one they both really liked.

That's how he'd hooked her in the first place, all those years ago.  
He'd take her to these fancy clubs, dancing with her, feeding her exotic 
foods, and plying her with champagne until it ran out her ears.  Oh, 
what wonderful times those were.  And he was always such a gentleman.  
He never took advantage of her.  Sometimes she'd almost have to rape him 
before he'd satisfy her.  He'd get her so horny with his looks, his 
body, his words, caresses, and kisses, that she was almost ready to fuck 
a football team, and he wouldn't touch her because she was half drunk!

Next, the body shop for some strawberry-flavoured scented self-warming 
massage oil.  She'd give her hubby the royal treatment tonight. Add in a 
couple of sandalwood candles, and off to the next store.

She simply adored massages herself.  Something about all that close, 
intimate touching and fondling simply got her hot.  Maybe it was the 
fact that she was almost always naked, or near enough not to matter, 
when she received one.  Maybe it was because her masseur was the most 
handsome and sexiest man in the world.

Her second-to-last stop before her massage was her favourite lingerie 
shop.  There she picked out a beautiful new hot-pink satin teddy with 
matching garter belt and stockings.  <This should turn up the heat at 
home.>

After almost twenty years of marriage, two kids, and a hectic career, it 
was sometimes surprising to her that she and her husband were still in 
love.  It took a fair bit of work, to be sure, but he was worth it, and 
he tried, too.  Even when she worked late every night, then worked 
Saturdays and Sundays as well, he still greeted her with a kiss and a 
smile.  Just her luck to get a warm, caring, attentive, loving and 
understanding man the first time around.

Last stop, Fisherman's Wharf.  Two fresh lobsters and two dozen oysters 
still in their shells.  Everything else needed for dinner tonight was 
already home.

Lobster and oysters.  That's what they'd had on their first anniversary. 
She could still vividly remember that evening, almost two decades ago, 
sitting on the balcony of the penthouse shortly after dinner, looking 
out over the moonlit Mediterranean Sea, curled up in that ridiculously 
small chair with him, just touching and caressing each other, letting 
the world flow by without any cares or worries, enjoying the wonderful 
feeling of simply being together.

Now, after almost twenty years together, it was much harder to capture 
those elusive feelings.  Maybe there were too many trials and  
tribulations in their lives, too many small crises behind them, so much 
work, so little time.  That's why she'd decided to start making special 
times, just for themselves, with no work and no worry.  Perhaps on their 
next anniversary they'd go back to that hotel and relive their first 
again ...

It was harder than before, because now her hubby worked late Friday and 
Saturday almost all the time.  That only left Sunday together, and 
Sunday was the day they'd reserved for the kids.  This meant even less 
time for themselves.

---

She got to the massage parlor a few minutes early, paid her fee, and 
spent the extra time inspecting herself in the mirror, performing a 
critical review.  Black hair, cut in a short, efficient, easy to care 
for style.  Dark brown eyes, still sparkling and glowing.  Cheeks still 
with a slight flush.  Same for the slightly reddened lips.  <No, that's 
anticipating Roberto, and my massage.>  Her pussy lips were also 
slightly reddened and puffy, she noticed.  <What, no, wait, back to the 
review, keep your mind off that man ... for now.>

<Okay.>  Breasts, pale and creamy, with a hint of sag, but those size 
'B's were still riding high.  Belly a touch rounded, a bit too much 
flesh on the backside and thighs.  Time to get back into aerobics.  
Maybe one of those home fitness machines as well.  Maybe that was part 
of the problem.  Still, overall, a good looking lady standing 5'6" tall 
in her bare feet.

Maybe it was time to start looking and acting like a sexy lady again.  
That person staring back at her from the mirror looked exactly like how 
she felt - a middle-aged professional woman working hard at her career 
and leaving little time for the niceties of life.  Was this how the 
other women got started on their affairs?  Their husbands working hard 
on careers and forgetting about the ladies in their lives, simply taking 
them for granted?  Is that what she was doing to her husband?

The little light came on indicating that the massage room was empty and 
waiting for her.

"It's time, again", she whispered to herself.  Now her breath was a 
little faster, her heart rate increasing, her nipples getting hard, and 
a strange sensation was rolling around in her groin.  This happened 
every Friday - at least every Friday for the last three years, ever 
since she started getting massages here from Roberto.  The first time he 
gave her a massage here she was so shocked that she hadn't returned for 
three weeks.  Since then, she'd only ever missed one afternoon session, 
and that was because of a family emergency.

She walked into the other room with only a towel for company, bare 
breasts gleaming in the subdued light, black bush glinting with dewy 
highlights.  <Oh, how I've been looking forward to this!>  Diana lay 
face down on the massage table, draped the towel over her bottom, and 
cushioned her head on her forearms.  She lay there, anticipating his 
arrival, getting more excited and wet by the minute.

Finally he was there.  She couldn't help staring at him, devouring him 
with her eyes.

He was of Spanish ancestry, tall, dark and handsome.  Six foot three, 
black hair, large, liquid brown eyes, slender face, broad muscular 
shoulders still tapering down to a narrow waist, which topped a strong, 
firm, well-built pair of hips and an ass worthy of adulation.  His legs 
were long, strong and muscular, with well-defined everything.  <God, 
forty-two, and he still has a body to die for.>

She also knew he had a nice big thick juicy cock just full of jism, and 
it would soon be all hers.  She squirmed a bit, clenching her thighs 
together, just thinking about how close that man-tool would be to her 
mouth and pussy.  <And in a little while ... No, enough of this, I'm 
horny enough already!>

"Would madame care for a regular massage, or would madame prefer the 
full-body massage?"

"I think I'd like the full-body massage today, thank you."

This is what she'd asked for ever since she first came here.  She knew 
that she was the only one of his customers ever to be asked if she 
wanted the full-body treatment.  Hers was the only body caressed and 
handled in that special way by him in this room.

All he was wearing were those tight black spandex shorts of his, and, 
she thought, looking at that bulge in front, it looks like he's been 
anticipating this session as much as she was.  <Enough!  Get your mind 
out of the gutter, at least for a few more minutes!>  She watched him 
remove his wedding band and put it on a side table.  Hers was sitting in 
her purse in the change room.

He began, as usual, standing just to her left, right in front of her 
face, by warming up some oil on his hands before applying it to her neck 
and shoulders.  She couldn't help staring at it, just inches away, that 
huge lump in his shorts that was beckoning to her, calling its siren 
song of lust.  She resisted the temptation to reach out and grab it, at 
least for now, suppressing a whimper of frustration.

Stepping away from her face <he HAD to have been standing there on 
purpose, right?> and down to her waist, he began his massage.  It 
started with a slow, gentle rub on her neck and shoulders, applying the 
heated and scented oil liberally to her skin, smoothing it to a fine 
film of slipperiness, preparing her for the firmer pressure to come.  
Then across her shoulders to her upper arms, down her sides, just 
touching the exposed parts of her breasts, reversing and returning up to 
her back.  More oil, and hands caressing and circling from her spine to 
her sides, slowly moving down to the small of her back, pushing away the 
towel, until they were just about to touch her bottom, then they 
stopped.  This time she did whimper quietly, bottom just barely moving, 
rising off the bench in search of that elusive contact.  She collected 
herself and settled back down, knowing he wouldn't continue until she 
was still again.

This time he started with her feet, spending a great deal of energy on 
her toes, her arches, and her heels.  He was so good she didn't even 
giggle, even though her feet were extremely ticklish.  It felt so good. 
More oil again, and her calves received the same treatment, getting 
rubbed, kneaded, twisted, pulled, and gently beaten to a soft, relaxed, 
pulp.  Those fingers were so gentle, yet so strong ...

Still more oil, this time on the backs of her legs, as he ran his hands 
up from her knees to almost touching her ass, even sometimes tickling 
the hairs in her crotch, but never quite touching those places she most 
desperately wanted him to.  <Please, please, do me now, I neeeeed it!> 
His attentions moved up higher, slowly inching closer to where she 
wanted him, then sliding under her towel, pushing it out of the way and 
working on her ass.  <Oh yes!  More!  Lower please, on my pussy!>

His fingers stayed away from that moist haven between her legs, coming 
close, but never quite close enough, even when her hips involuntarily 
jerked upwards looking for some intimate contact.  Then her towel fell 
on the floor, unnoticed by either of them, as he moved higher, onto her 
back again, this time working hard into her muscles, digging out all the 
tension and stress and letting it flow away.  She melted a little, 
settling onto the table, suspending her need and hunger for a time while 
his massage moved farther from her pleasure centre.

He finished off this part of the massage at her neck again, gently 
squeezing out the week's accumulation of doubts and worries.  If this 
was all, she would be quite content.  But she knew much better things 
were coming <or would soon be cumming>.

Time to flip over.  She did, and he pulled her higher until her head was 
resting on the padded adjustable headrest.  Lying there, eyes closed, 
legs spread slightly, knees splayed, she was completely naked and 
exposed, wide open and available for his gaze, or anything else.  There 
were small drips of moisture travelling from her pussy, down her ass, 
and splashing onto the table.  She could feel them, and knew he could 
smell her juices anywhere in the room.

With her eyes closed, she couldn't see him, but she could hear him 
somewhere behind her head, fumbling around with something.  Her headrest 
was being adjusted now, tilting back, arching her neck, leaving her 
completely vulnerable to his attentions.  He warmed some more oil in his 
hands and caressed her neck softly and gently, pushing those knots of 
frustration and worry down into her body, leaving behind nothing but 
relaxation and warmth.

When his hands moved to her shoulders and upper chest, she opened her 
eyes a little.  There it was, right in front of her face, just as she 
remembered, magnificent, jutting proudly out from his loins, with those 
big nuts hanging down below in their fleshy wrapping, just waiting to 
pump her full of that cream she now so desperately needed.

"Please.  Please!" she whimpered, opening her mouth and begging for him 
to put it inside.  A moment later his hands and fingers slid up and over 
her breasts, fingers bouncing over her nipples, then palms dragging 
across, causing such an electric jolt inside her that her back arched 
and her hips thrust forward, looking for something that wasn't yet 
there.

She whimpered "Pleeeeeease!", pleading for him to give her what she 
needed.  After another long moment he did, moving forward and sliding 
the head of his prick into her mouth.  She moaned with joy, happily 
suckling on his member.  <Yes!  Yes!!  Mine!!>

Relaxing her throat, she sucked and licked his cock.  Eventually he 
would be sliding it down her throat, she knew, but it would be when he 
was ready and wanted to.  Everything that happened in this room was 
always under his complete control, including her and her body.  She 
would cum when he wanted her to, not before, and he would spurt his seed 
whenever and wherever he desired.  This was what Diana's body was here 
for.

The massage continued, with him running his hands up and down her 
stomach and sides, over her ribs, under her arms, across her chest and 
over her mounds.  He paid a lot of attention to her breasts and nipples, 
caressing and kneading them gently, pulling and pinching her nipples, 
sometimes licking or sucking on them as well.  All the time he was 
pumping into her mouth, sometimes shallowly, sometimes pushing his nine-
inch rod deep into her throat.  She was in heaven, swallowing when she 
could, breathing when she could, letting him fuck her mouth and throat 
however he wanted.  Last week it was fast, furious, and hard, pumping a 
load down her throat in a couple of minutes.  Today he was taking his 
time, being gentle, going slow, drawing out his pleasure and hers, since 
he would play with her breasts until he came.

She could feel his prick swelling, the head getting bigger and tighter 
as he was about to climax.  A low, moaning sound rose from deep in her 
throat as she anticipated what was about to happen.  He started pumping 
hard and fast, then suddenly pushed his rod deep in her throat, 
depositing his first thick stream of cum in her gullet.  Pulling back, 
he pumped into her mouth, filling it with shot after shot of his 
salt/sour spunk.  She swallowed and swallowed, taking in all she could, 
sucking the last dribbles from his prick when he quit spurting.

Finally, completely spent, he pulled out of her mouth.  She whimpered at 
this, wanting her soother back.  Now it was time for regular massage 
again, at least for a while.  Oh, she was so hot and horny now, she 
needed him real bad.  It was a hard fight to keep from reaching over and 
fingering herself, knowing she could bring herself off in just a few 
seconds.  That was something Roberto never permitted in his massage 
room.  The only time she'd ever succumbed to this temptation, he'd 
finished off the regular massage and sent her home without any of the 
special treatment she so needed.  That afternoon and evening had been 
the longest of her life, waiting for her husband to come home and the 
kids to go to bed so she could jump on him and fuck him ragged.  She 
swore that she'd never ever touch herself in that massage room again.

Those hands of his continued the massage over her belly and down her 
sides, kneading and caressing her muscles.  More oil, then he started in 
on her hips and upper thighs.  He spent more time there, digging deep, 
pulling away all the strain.  Again more oil, this time going farther 
down her legs, working along the tops of them, and finally giving her 
feet another brief, intense rubdown.

More oil, but this time he went to work on the inside of her thighs, 
spreading her legs wide and lifting one knee over his shoulder to give 
him unimpeded access to all of her upper leg.  He was now straddling the 
tab+le, sitting with her left leg over his shoulder and her right leg 
over his thigh and wrapped behind his ass.

With her head still tilted back, she couldn't see what was happening, 
but she knew that his bare and re-hardened prick would be sitting just 
inches away from her sopping, over-heated pussy.  She wouldn't even be 
allowed to slide down the table to get closer to what she most desired.

He continued his massage of her legs, this time seemingly a little 
careless, as his hands occasionally brushed or bumped her mound and 
pussy lips.  Each time this happened, large jolts of sensation ran 
through her, running from her clit out to her fingers and toes, then 
returning to implode in her vagina, causing it to clench in frustration. 
He switched legs on occasion, moving the one he was currently working on 
up to his shoulder.

She was whimpering with lust and frustration now, beyond caring about 
the outside world.  She needed to cum in the worst way and he was doing 
nothing but teasing her.  And then ... and then ...

<Yes! Oh yes! Oh GHOD YES!>  Two fingers were being firmly pushed up 
into her twat, sliding in quickly and easily.  Diana started climaxing 
immediately, shaking her head back and forth and moaning softly, her 
vagina spasming around his fingers, clutching and grabbing at them, 
trying to pull them up into her womb.  <Oh, this feels sooo good!>  As 
usual during the throes of her climax, she hardly moved.  Her hands 
grabbed the edge of the table and her hips thrust themselves onto those 
fingers, rapidly pushing up and down to try and draw out the intense 
pleasure of the moment.  He played inside her for a few minutes, waiting 
for her to come back to earth, then pulled out.

She felt him move away from her on the table.  He then placed both her 
legs over his shoulders.  Soon she felt his hot breath on her mons, and 
whined a bit in anticipation of what she knew was coming.

It was slow, at first, his gentle licking of her pubic area, but it was 
thorough.  No part of her was missed.  If she hadn't just had an intense 
orgasm, she'd be into another one by now.  It felt wonderful, and she 
knew he would keep it up until she was ready to cum again.

He licked and sucked on her pussy lips, then slid his tongue deep inside 
to lick at the slick juices there, then out again to roam up over her 
clit or down to her anus, tickling and caressing the skin, sometimes 
nibbling with his lips.  It was driving her to distraction, rebuilding 
her need and want for a climax.  Her nipples were aching for attention 
as well, but she knew better than to touch them, because if she did, 
he'd stop and leave her high and dry.

Panting heavily, chest heaving, she was nearing another orgasm when he 
stopped and pulled away from her.  Whimpering, almost crying her 
disapproval, she felt him move up to her.  With her knees pushed back 
almost to her shoulders, she could sense him rising over top of her.  
<It's about damned time!  I NEED you inside me NOW!>

As he pushed into her, slowly and deliberately, she could feel every 
inch of him as he sank deeper and deeper, until her clit was trapped up 
against his pubic hairs and his balls pressed against her ass.  <Just 
stay like that for a minute, please!  It feels soooo gooood!>

Rolling his hips slightly, he stayed deep inside for several minutes, 
rotating around his shaft to produce some interesting movements at the 
end of her vagina.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her 
ankles behind his ass to keep him inside, really enjoying the almost 
tickling sensation of those tiny movements from the head of his prick.

Now he was done with the preliminaries, she knew, and took a deep breath 
in anticipation of what was to follow.  Would it be hard and fast, slow 
and gentle, or somewhere in between today?  She could never tell from 
his mood or manner how things would go.

He started with long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out, 
leaving just the head held by her vaginal entrance, then all the way in, 
as deep as possible, the tip of his head sometimes touching her cervix.  
<Oh, yes, just like that, deeper, faster!>  It felt so delicious, 
rippling all along her cunt and into her clit, sensations coming from so 
deep inside they touched her primal instincts, causing her hips to flex 
and buck back at his thrusts, wanting more and more of him inside her.

Then he was pounding harder and faster, shortening his strokes, changing 
the angle of his penetration a little, dragging her clit around, knowing 
how quickly this would bring her off.  She was in ecstasy now, 
completely oblivious to everything except the extreme pleasures being 
generated in her crotch by this fuck machine on top of her.  He was 
driving deep now, pistoning in and out and building that knot buried 
inside her groin, the one that would soon explode.  This was why she 
kept returning, this need for his cock and his spunk.  
She was hanging there, right on the edge, just waiting, drawing out 
those wonderful feelings, hoping to hold on until she could feel him 
squirting inside.  It was not to be, this time, because he suddenly 
grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples.  The shock sent her over, 
gasping for breath, feeling her entire body rise up to meet this climax, 
arching up off the table.

Shaking her head from side to side again, her hips pounding up onto him 
on their own, her hand grabbing and frigging her clit to extend her 
climax and drive it higher, feeling her cunt grabbing and pulling at his 
cock, she was now trying to suck the sperm right out of him.

Seconds later, she felt him drive deep inside and hold there, spasming 
and pumping all that jism almost into her womb.  This sent her over 
again, her hand still rubbing her clit, his hands kneading her breasts 
and pinching and pulling her nipples.  <Oh my lord god YESSSS!!!>

It was impossible for her to tell how long she stayed in that place of 
ultimate pleasure.  Possibly a few seconds, possibly hours.  It was 
timeless, formless, and empty of all but the most intense physical 
delight.  She didn't even register the individual sensations - they 
simply melted together into one giant orgasmic whole, containing the sum 
of her being for those untimeable instants.

Then she was back, sliding slowly into the real world, feeling his cock 
still jerking and spunking deep inside, slowing her hand, breathing 
deeply, letting the washes of pleasure course through her body, 
relishing the deep carnal satiation that comes from a really good, 
intense fuck.  Oh, how she loved this.

After a short mellow period, with caressing and kissing from both sides, 
it was over for this session.  He helped clean her up with some warm 
damp towels, wiping her all over, and she reciprocated by sucking his 
cock into her mouth and licking it clean of all vestiges of their 
lovemaking session.

He climbed back into his shorts, started the fan to clear the air of the 
scent of sex, and began his cleanup, getting ready for his next client.  
She walked off into the dressing room.


Diana poked her head back into the massage room for a second, just long 
enough to throw a kiss at her Latin lover and give him a quick message.

"Oh, by the way Roberto, I'll have a surprise waiting for you when you 
get home."

The tall, dark, handsome man smiled at his wife, wondering what kind of 
deviltry she would be up to tonight.

<FIN>

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