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  Never let it be said that Linda wasn’t a helpful and considerate neighbour, or Terri a bit of a jokester. Linda still had the remnants of a jagged haircut, the cracked fingernails and a closet full of designer-dress monstrosities courtesy of Lawrence to prove it. Now she stood up on bare feet, adjusted her bikini top and bottom and pointed at the table. ‘Up there?’ she said uncertainly. She really wasn’t looking forward to skin rash and pulled muscles.

  Lawrence enthusiastically swatted the white surface of the table. ‘Right up here! On your tummy, please.’

  Lawrence was dressed in a white T-shirt and white pants, looking for all the world like a professional masseur (if not a gay sailor on shore leave). Linda knew that looks could be mighty deceiving, though. But she climbed aboard the table and flopped onto her stomach, hoping that her health insurance would cover the damage.

  She’d just screwed her pretty, tanned face into the head-hole at the top of the table when she felt a huge dollop of baby oil splash her back. She arched slightly, then settled back down when Lawrence’s hands splatted onto her shoulders and started massaging.

  ‘Just relax,’ Lawrence tried to soothe her, digging his long fingers into Linda’s tensed shoulder muscles. ‘Oh, wait a minute. I almost forgot.’

  He rushed over to the portable boom-box in a corner of the sunroom and punched up a jazz station. Then, as the smooth jazz sounds filled the room, he was back alongside his laid-out victim/client, digging into her shoulders with his slippery fingers again.

  Linda was as stiff as a board, her muscles as tense as the expression on her face in the head-hole. She had utter faith in her friend, of course, but little confidence in her friend’s son. She’d been buffeted by too many of his whims in the past.

  But as Lawrence kneaded her shoulders, slid his fingers up to her neck and rubbed and stroked along that tender stretch of skin, Linda felt her body relaxing. The warmth of the sunroom, the soothing strains of the jazz washing over her, the play of Lawrence’s slick fingers along her loosened neck and shoulders, all contributed to a satisfying state of welling relaxation inside Linda. She sighed, shifting her body, surrendering her back to Lawrence’s surprisingly skilful hands. He rubbed lower, massaging her muscles, palming and squeezing her sunbronzed skin.

  So, by the time he reached her curved lower back, Linda’s body was as limp as a wet noodle and shimmering with good feeling – all over, but especially where her neighbour’s deft hands were in contact with her hot skin. The atmosphere seemed to buzz electric, the jazz score soar and Linda surge, when Lawrence smoothed his hands over the valley of her lower back and up onto the twin thick, lush mounds of her buttocks.

  ‘Oh!’ Linda gasped inadvertently, as the lad’s fingers sunk into her padded butt cheeks and kneaded.

  She swallowed, staring down at the tiled floor. Lawrence clenched her buttocks, worked the heavy humps, dug his fingers in between and rubbed. And when he pulled the string on her bikini bottom and plucked the tiny garment out of her butt cleavage, to thrust his hands even deeper, Linda shivered all the way from her outstretched toes to the top of her dyed-blonde head.

  Suddenly, she felt her hard nipples pressing into the padded table, and felt a dampness between her legs, just across from where Lawrence’s fingers were so successfully working. She felt a hot wave of sensation wash through her glistening, almost nude body. Sensuous, sexual sensation. Brought about by her masseur’s rubbing, squeezing, caressing warm hands.

  Linda blinked, vibrating under Lawrence’s ministrations. She tried to get hold of herself, and couldn’t. Something was happening inside her, a rising, heated tidal wave of emotion, surging up in her bared body thanks to the young man’s smoothing palms and sliding fingers. So that when he split her cheeks and brushed his soft fingertips along her sensitive bum cleavage, Linda shuddered, overtly and outrageously.

  There was no question about it, no hiding it. She was wickedly turned on by the massage – by the young man rubbing her body. Her eyes teared and she gritted her teeth. But she couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it. She arched her bum, allowing Lawrence deeper access to the raised underside. His right hand dived between her legs and glided along her swollen, wet, furry pussy.

  Linda gasped and grasped the table on either side, feeling Lawrence’s slim fingers rub her tingling pussy, massaging her in the most intimate of places. The young man’s right hand stroked her brimming slit, while his left hand plied the buzzing tissue of her buttocks. Linda had never been massaged so deeply before, fingered so fantastically by a masseur. She pressed her pussy against the caressing hand, arched her bum against the other.

  He scrubbed her sex, skimming along her swollen lips, over her swelled-up clit. At the same time he worked her butt cheeks, clutching and squeezing the gleaming golden flesh. A forefinger slid up onto Linda’s clit and buffed. A forefinger slid down between Linda’s cheeks and rimmed her bumhole.

  She shuddered with sensation, shaking the massage table. Her legs trembled and her buttocks quivered, her pussy welling with feeling. Her wonderful new masseur was getting deeper into her body and soul than any skin-rubber had ever penetrated before. And then even deeper still.

  Lawrence’s right forefinger glided between Linda’s lips and into her pussy, while his other slippery first finger pushed through her pucker and into her anus. Linda cried out, her entire body spasming with pleasure on the ends of the two fingers probing her.

  Lawrence pumped her pussy, her ass, his fingers penetrating further, moving faster – smooth and easy and sensually erotic. Still clinging to the sides of the table, Linda shivered with full-bodied delight, Lawrence’s two plugging fingers electrifying her pussy and ass and sending arcs of joy all through her.

  Massages were normally always confined to the outside of a woman’s body – how much more exciting this inside handiwork was, this rubbing of the interior of a most needful and appreciative woman! Linda gulped and gyrated her bottom to the beat of the fingers pistoning her sexholes.

  Lawrence was soon up to his third knuckles inside her, pumping as fast and deep as he could go, the lean muscles rippling on his long arms, his slender body bent over the shaking woman to get her juices flowing. It was a two-fingered rubdown that was driving Linda up, up and away.

  She screamed and convulsed.

  She bounced on the table, under Lawrence’s hands, to the beat of his fingers, blissful orgasm storming through her overheated body. She came repeatedly, shuddering over and over, ecstasy rolling unstoppably through her. Lawrence’s fingers glided out of her pussy and anus. His hands slid off her trembling butt cheeks and gushing cunt and gripped the tops of her quivering legs.

  By the time he reached her feet, Linda was all but unconscious and panting for breath.

  * * *

  Linda thought, hoped, it was just a one-time thing. A sexy, sinful delight that would never be repeated, no harm done to friendships or otherwise. But one week later, as she was stretched out in the sunroom again, with one hand in her bikini bottom, rubbing, her other hand upon her breasts, squeezing – replaying the wicked massage in her dirty mind’s eye – Lawrence suddenly surprised her by bursting into the room and her sexual fantasy and announcing, ‘Time for another session, Linda!’

  The woman just about jumped out of her sunkissed skin. She jerked her hands off her swollen pussy and breasts and stared up at the young intruder. ‘A-another session?’

  Lawrence slapped the massage table into position, then smacked the padded surface. ‘Right! Climb aboard. I’ve got a new technique I’ve got to work on.’

  Linda climbed shakily to her feet and was about to mount the massage table, quite willingly, when she saw Lawrence strip off his white T-shirt and unbutton and push down his white pants. She gaped at him. ‘What – what are you doing, Lawrence?’

  He quickly peeled off his white sneakers and stood naked before her. His smooth, lean, brown body gleamed in the sun streaming in through the windows. Linda’s eyes inadvertently but uncontrollably t
urned to his cock, dangling down over his shaven balls. The appendage was as smooth and long as the rest of the young man’s lithe body, even unerect.

  ‘It’s called “full-body massage”,’ Lawrence said, helping his stunned practice client up onto the table. ‘It’s a technique we’re learning in class. It’s used at some of your less reputable massage parlours, as well as for one-on-one home sessions.’

  Linda collapsed face-first on the table, shaken by the sight of her neighbour’s naked body. But before she dropped and locked her head into the head-hole, she shot one more glance at Lawrence’s groin. His cock was lean and meaty, his balls large. Linda sank her burning face into the hole, her near-naked body surging with a most welcome – and unwelcome – shimmering heat.

  ‘I’m afraid you have to doff your duds, too, Linda,’ Lawrence announced gaily.

  He pulled the strings on Linda’s bikini top and bottom, then whisked the thin garments away. Linda lay on the table truly nude, her breasts squashed into the padded surface, nipples almost drilling through, pussy pressing. That shock was rapidly followed by another, when Lawrence jumped onto the table with her and straddled her back. Older woman and younger man, naked together in intimate contact.

  Linda gulped so hard her head bobbed up. And then she gasped when the baby oil splashed her back, followed by Lawrence’s body. He splayed his hands on either side of her head and slid his upper body along hers, rubbing, massaging her back with his front.

  He did it awkwardly but eagerly, gliding his bare torso up and along the curve of Linda’s bare back like some form of team yoga. And then he did it not so awkwardly, getting his rhythm, his stroke, rubbing his glistening body over Linda’s glistening body, full-body massaging like a slick, seasoned professional, man on woman.

  Linda whimpered every time Lawrence’s slippery form caressed hers. Her hands balled into fists by her buttocks, fingernails biting into her palms. She was engulfed with heat, from the sun, from her masseur. She could feel his nipples tripping over her burning skin, almost like they were engorged. And she could feel, body and soul, Lawrence’s cock thrusting between her trembling butt cheeks as he slid back and forth, almost like it was engorged.

  Linda’s chest flushed as hot as her face and her pussy welled with moisture as Lawrence kept up the full-body contact, incessantly, incandescently. Linda couldn’t deny she was turned on, aroused beyond cold reason by her friend’s son rubbing his body against hers. So Linda relaxed and tried to enjoy the ride, getting the rubdown of her life.

  Until Lawrence said, ‘OK, Linda, roll over. Time to do the front.’ And Linda did roll over, and saw, for the first time, the enormous erection jutting from between her masseur’s legs.

  He was sitting up on his knees, looking at her as she squirmed over onto her back to face him. His cock stuck out from his hairless loins, at least nine inches in length, looming over Linda’s furry loins. She couldn’t take her eyes off the exposed organ, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, her pussy flooding with moisture.

  She managed to gulp, ‘Lawrence … you’re not—’

  ‘Gay? No, Linda. Whatever gave you that idea?’

  The young man grinned, then dropped his hands down on either side of Linda’s head and dipped his body down and slid it along hers.

  Linda moaned, feeling Lawrence’s hot, slick, brown body rub over her breasts, his rigid nipples twig her stiffened nipples, his long, hard, lubed cock glide over her juiced pussy. She didn’t dare open her eyes, erotic sensations exploding inside of her, as her neighbour rubbed her tits with his chest, skimmed and pressed into her pussy with his cock.

  And then she did reopen her eyes, and looked up into Lawrence’s as he looked down into hers, the open want radiating between the two of them. He straddled her stomach and clutched her breasts, and then he bent his blond head and teased Linda’s nipples with the flicking tip of his tongue.

  She moaned and shivered, arching her heated chest up into the young man’s warm, strong hands, her engorged nipples against his wet, swirling tongue. He used it like a new and exciting tool of the flesh-plying trade, swirling it around first one nipple and then the other, electrifying the tips of her breasts with good feeling, as he squeezed and kneaded the shimmering flesh.

  She could only moan her appreciation of how far the young man was going to satisfy his client’s need for deep-body relaxation. He was loosening her up like she’d never been before on a massage table – a loose woman longing to unwind even more.

  Lawrence spun his tongue around her nipples again and again, wet-brushing Linda’s pebbled areolas to full erection, as well as her nipples. And then, when her nipples shone like the woman attached to them, her breasts heaving in his hands, Lawrence puckered his pretty lips, sealed them right over one of her nipples and sucked.

  She arched and cried out, her breasts all but vibrating, like the rest of her body. The delicious, moist, heated pull of Lawrence’s lips on her nipple thrilled her so thoroughly her pussy almost erupted then and there. She rolled her head from side to side on the massage table as her breasts were rubbed and her nipples tugged. And she felt, all through her blazing body and dizzied head, the long, hard stretch and shift of Lawrence’s cock against her gasping stomach.

  Lawrence suctioned one nipple, then pressed her breasts closer together and bobbed his head over and engulfed her other nipple with his hot, moist mouth. He inhaled as much of her breast as he could, and then sucked hard and tight. Linda writhed with unabashed emotion beneath him, her breasts and nipples flaming with feeling. She wasn’t sure where the young man had learned this particular technique in his training, but there was no denying he’d learned it well. The wet, wild welling in her pussy was testimony to that.

  Linda stared into Lawrence’s shining eyes as the young man’s cock naturally and easily and awesomely parted her pussy lips and penetrated deep into her pink. She groaned, feeling him fill her up, then pump back and forth.

  The air crackled, superheated like Linda’s body, the sun drenching the pair in delight. Linda reached up and shot her fingers into Lawrence’s golden hair, brought the boy’s head down and kissed him on the lips as his cock glided in and out of her needful, wanton pussy.

  Lawrence’s lean body shook slightly as he loomed over Linda and pumped his hips, fucking her. Linda gripped Lawrence’s head and planted kisses on his mouth and face, undulating her own hips to take his pistoning cock deeper into her womb.

  He dropped down flat on top of her, their bodies melding together. He clutched her splayed breasts at the sides now, kissing her back just as urgently and excitedly as she was kissing him. She grabbed his clenching buttocks and dug her fingernails into the taut, thrusting mounds, urging the young man on to drive his cock into her pussy faster and harder and deeper.

  The table shook but held steady. Linda and Lawrence gasped in each other’s faces, their tongues leaping together and entwining, their hands grasping and squeezing, their sex organs oiling and working together in a frenzy. Lawrence pounded into Linda, ploughing her pussy with abandon. Linda sucked Lawrence’s tongue and bounced up against him, feeling every inch of his fucking cock in the deepest, dirtiest, darkest part of her sexual soul.

  Lawrence arched and cried out, ‘I’m coming!’ He bucked on top of Linda, and semen blasted out of his jumping cock into her pussy.

  Linda shrieked, ‘I’m coming, too!’ and then jerked herself, wild orgasm washing through her, gushing out of her cock- and come-filled pussy.

  They came and came in each other’s arms, their slippery bodies banging together repeatedly, in the throes of incredible ecstasy.

  * * *

  ‘I just got a job at a massage parlour!’ Lawrence joyously announced two weeks later.

  Linda looked up from her lounger. ‘That’s wonderful!’

  ‘Well, it’s actually more of a rub-and-tug place, to be honest. I’ll be massaging both men and women, offering “extras”, as required.’

  Linda looked at the lump in her neighbou
r’s groin under his tight, white pants. She reached out and affectionately rubbed Lawrence’s aroused cock. ‘I hope you’ll still have time for your daily session with me?’

  Lawrence grinned, gripped Linda’s wrist and slid her warm, soft palm up and down his swelling, clothed cock. ‘Well, I still need all the practice I can get.’

  Linda smiled, so very happy that the young man had finally found his true calling. Thanks to her willing, wanton help.

  Loose Shoes

  Lily Harlem

  I skimmed my fingers through Misty’s mane and stared at the winding driveway that led to Angharad’s livery yard. Soon his black van would jolt its way through the puddle holes and over the cattle grid, and then he’d pull in front of the hay barn.

  Even though it was wrong, I could hardly wait.

  There was just something about Ethan Burrows that pushed my buttons. I’d found myself lying in bed thinking about his wide biceps, his taut buttocks and the way he handled frisky fillies and moody mares with such skill. He was tall, broad, blond and the handsomest young man I’d ever seen.

  A tickle of sensation spread up my neck and over my scalp. It was only the breeze, but still, the thought of his breath or his hands on my body was enough to send my hormones raging.

  And raging they were. I was mid-forties, newly divorced, and thinking about sex took up a much larger portion of my time than it should.

  Misty raised her head, tugging on the rope I was holding. She’d spotted Ethan’s van. She was clearly not as affected as me, though, because she went straight back to chewing her hay.

  A flutter attacked my belly. I’d orchestrated it so I was the only one here when he came. All the other horse owners were at work. It was a Tuesday afternoon, the day the stables were quietest and Angharad allowed herself time off.

  Why did I want the place deserted?