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Subject: {ASSM} RP Tom Bombadil - A Massage Surprise [ F/F, flash ]
Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2003 05:10:06 -0500
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MODERATORS: This might be a repeat of an earlier message - my first 
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Reposted with permission

Goldberry
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Emails to me or posts to ass.d will also be read by Tom.

Enjoy!


A Massage Surprise [ F/F, flash ]

By Tom Bombadil   (c) 1997 
Short story # 19


Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by 
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to 
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in 
your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun 
reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer.

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 does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions 
described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or 
known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story.

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Shelly lay face down on the towel, eyes closed, golden skin glistening 
with drops of sweat, her blonde hair, all but the few locks sticking to 
her neck and face, pulled up into a temporary bun.  With her head 
pillowed on her forearms, she waited in the semi-darkened room.  The 
only thing covering her body was a too-small towel draped across her 
bottom.

First, there was the sound of a door opening and closing, then light 
footsteps, and finally a drawer opening and closing.  Shelly gasped 
slightly as the first squirt of cool lotion hit her back.  Soft hands 
began rubbing the ointment in, spreading it from the tops of her 
buttocks to her shoulders.  When that was done, they began a much firmer 
kneading of all the muscles and joints visible.  Still lying on that 
narrow table with her eyes closed, she occasionally whimpered when a 
particularly tight knot was found, and sighed when those same hands ran 
up and down across her narrow waist, stopping only when they reached the 
edge of the towel.

Sooner than she wanted, the person behind her shifted down to begin 
working on her feet.  Slowly and methodically, they worked their way up 
one leg, then the other, again stopping just at the edge of the towel. 

"Come on," said Shelly rather quietly, "you've got to do all of me."

With that, she raised her hips and swung them from side to side, 
continuing until the towel slid off and landed on the floor.  Her bare 
buttocks, white even in the subdued lighting, contrasted sharply with 
the light gold of the rest of her body.  Hard and well-defined from 
years of running, her two half-moons invited touch and exploration. 

There was a long pause before those strong, feminine hands continued 
their work, beginning at the sides of her hips, then making their way 
higher and higher until both globes had been equally worked over.  All 
the while, Shelly's knees were slowly moving apart, stopping only when 
they reached the limits of the table."Don't stop now," she moaned.  "The 
insides of my thighs, right at the top, are really tight.  Please give 
them the attention they need."

Shelly arched her back slightly, raising her hips off the table, opening 
up everything to view.  A slight hiss, coming from someone sucking air 
in through their teeth, was the only sound made as her pink, shaved lips 
and mound became fully visible for the first time.

Tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence and pressure, 
strong fingers kneaded, pulled, and stroked the tendons and muscles on 
the backs and insides of her legs, from mid-thigh to crotch.  The way 
Shelly wiggled and shifted made it impossible for those hands to not 
occasionally touch her most intimate places. 

"Quit teasing me!" Shelly spoke quietly but forcefully.  "I've been 
looking forward to this all week!"

The massage paused for a moment.  Her wiggling didn't.

"Please!" she groaned.  Only then did a finger touch her labia. 

There was no hesitation on Shelly's part as she stroked herself on that 
digit, moving her hips up and down to do so. 

"More," she groaned.

A second finger, then a third, was added, and they began their own 
stroking.  The first one began working its way in between those well-
lubricated lips. 

"Yessss.  Oh, that feels so gooood. Mmmmh!"  That delving probe found 
its target - a small, hard, fleshy knob.  Shelly's movements changed 
slightly, shifting to keep that implement of delight in light contact 
with her engorged clit as the digit moved within the folds of her 
womanhood.

Her breathing started getting faster and shallower, then stopped 
altogether for a few seconds.  One of those manipulators had slipped up 
inside. 

"Ohhhhhhh, God," was her response, accompanied by a slight increase in 
the tempo of her hip movements.  Each exhale was now accompanied by a 
slight whine.  Fingers and hips were moving in synchrony, both working 
towards the same goal.  Several had invaded her innermost being, while 
the first still maintained a feather-light touch on her most sensitive 
organ. 

Shelly gasped, then exhaled and gasped again.  Her movements became 
rather uncoordinated and jerky for several seconds.  Finally, she 
relaxed and lay flat, snapping her legs sharply together and trapping 
that hand, with those fingers still inside, between them.  "Oh, that was 
nice, Carol.  The best ever.  Thank you."

"You're welcome." 

Shelly's slitted eyes popped wide open as that stranger's voice, bubbly 
with youthful enthusiasm, continued behind her.  "But my name's 
Jennifer.  Carol's off sick today, so I'm filling in.  She did say she 
had some unique customers, but I never really expected this on my first 
day ..."

<Fin>

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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