Story 209 Relaxing Beside the Pool.

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Hi from Lizamoa,

        Some say I have not been involved in these more recent letters but I think if you were to explore further with the eyes open, you will discover it is very regular with my appearances in the stories.

        I was one who didn’t get involved much in the chess games. Our team was taken out in our first game so with a little bit of stripping fun it was all over for me. Since I had been returned to naked, which was very Ok for me, I returned to the shade on the other side of the pool to relax. I must confess there had not been much sleep for me during the night, Jeremy had given me a good run for my money. (And no comments about us from New Zealand not appreciating Aussies, Ok!)

        Now, while they were all over watching or playing chess and getting naughtier and naughtier in the process, I intended to sit back and relax. Maybe even get some shut-eye too. I pulled up two of those foam pads we used the night before and took a cushion from a seat. It made a nice soft bed for lying back on. I lay watching the fun across the pool for a while but must have dropped into a pleasant sleep. I must have rolled over with sleep because I had returned to my usual sleeping position, partly on my front when I woke from sleeping.

       I was awoken by two strong hands rubbing my neck. I was lying partly on my front and so just rolled slightly until my entire front was pressed against the foam pad. Meanwhile, those two hands continued working on my shoulders, his fingers working the muscles drawing up on to my neck. I like that. It is very relaxing and leaves me feeling good with increased energy. 

       He must have found some oil somewhere because I felt some on his hands as he rubbed the cool liquid against the warmth of my body. The oil must have been some sunscreen oil and was smooth and slick, his finger sliding through it against the skin of my body.

       I was unknowing to who he was as he had not identified himself. From the strength of the hands, I was fairly sure this would be a man. His hands had a slightly rough texture so he must be a manual working man. But which man it could be was unknown to me. There were options of course. I could have asked him, I could have lifted my head and seen who was missing from the chess games, or I could have rolled over to identify him. But I was too relaxed from his massaging so did none of these.

       The hands continued, down on to my back. First working as, he had on my shoulders, working the muscles. But then, he began working down the middle, down the spine. Using just one thumb, pressing each link as he moved. It felt good for me. I sometimes have the sore back and this was very good for me.

       Now he had reached lower for my back, almost to the cheeks of my bum. Then he stopped. Nothing! For a moment wondered what was happening. Was that it? Was my massage over? Was he gone?

       No, he was still there. I felt a leg each side of my legs. He was sitting across my thighs. His hands returned, returning to my back. First, it was one each side, working to the softer flesh below my ribs that make up my waist. His strong hands were firm but gentle, working over my body and lower back.    

       I could now confirm he was a man because sitting over me like that, I felt something touch the back of my thigh. No woman has such a thing there between her thighs so this was most definitely a man.

       Now he moved again reaching higher on to my back, rubbing in the smooth oil, covering almost all of my back. From my shoulders right down my lower back to my bum. Long strokes, using just his fingers, changing to his full palms and then back to his fingers. Sometimes, soft and gentle flowing over my flesh, sometimes firmer pressing in against my body, working into the flesh and muscle. This also felt nice. In fact, I must be admitting everything he had done felt nice.

       I also felt his hands move lower, on to my butt. He worked on each cheek using both hands at once. I felt him pull at my cheeks, pulling them apart so he must have viewed much more of me, my little butt hole and even down to my pussy lips. At one stage as he poured oil onto me I felt a drop run down between my cheeks. It travelled down the split, down over my butt hole and further to my pussy. This was a bit sexy for me feeling and I expected his fingers to follow and discover how this was beginning to turn me on. But, to my disappointment, he didn’t.

     He moved lower to one side as he began on my legs. He started with my lower legs, fingers working over my muscle there. I work-out at the gym a lot so my legs muscles are firm and tight. His fingers moving over my flesh felt good. Sometimes firmly to massage into the muscles there, sometimes lightly to heighten the sensation of my skin. This man knew how to massage just how I liked it.

      He moved higher, above the knee, onto the back of my thigh. At that point he pulled my leg to one side, shifting it so a gap opened up between them. I expect he must have viewed up between them. I expect most, if not all of me must have been displayed. At that point, although the thought of my exposure entered my mind, I didn’t care. Too relaxed and enjoying to care. If he wanted to see I was Ok for that too. But I must say there was a sexual side to it too.

       His firm hands continued working my thigh, long slow strokes down along its length before a hand dropped each side for a pushing stroke back up. He continued this motion a few times before turning to a kneading motion, working the flesh of my thigh as one might work bread before placing it in the oven. Then he returned to those long strokes again, up and down almost the full length of my thigh.

       After some time, he shifted to the other side to my other leg. The same process was performed, first my lower leg, the calf leg is it? Then moving higher to give more attention to the thigh. The same long stroking motions, the same kneading motions, moving back and forth from one to the other.

       This was getting me a bit horny now. The feeling of his hands had been nice, relaxing but now I was very aware of his hand coming right up to the inside of my thigh, right up between my legs, also to the top. That was the best. My flesh is so soft and sensitive there. Feeling him so close but holding back from my pussy only made my desires stronger for him.

       Finally, he did it. A long slow stroke up the inside of my thigh didn’t stop but instead continued right up. His fingers contacted me there. I felt them slide down the outside of my lips. As they swelled and opened he did it again, this time pressing between them. It felt so good that I was required to give a soft moan from the passion of it. But to my disappointment, he stopped and I realised that had been to check the condition I was in. Check if I was becoming horny enough. I’m sure by that point he had no doubt of it.

       There was another stop. I didn’t know why. He had finished the entire back of my body and I was expecting at any moment he would ask me to roll over so he could continue with my front. Then, I would know who it was. I was ready for him to start on my front and wanted that. I knew doing my front would be much better than what he had done. Even that thought was increasing my desires for this man. But he surprised me.

       He had a cloth that he pulled under the front of my head, pulling it back across my eyes as he tired it. I realised I was blindfolded. At first, I was surprised but then I realised that he wanted to continue while still keeping his identity secret. First, I thought this was a strange thing but then I realised the excitement I was feeling for not knowing who this was. Or did I already know who this was performing this sexy massage on me?

        Now I felt his hand pulled at my side, pulling me up so it was obvious he wanted me to roll over. I was slightly surprised he hadn’t given a verbal command to turn over but with blindfolding me, I guessed he might be intending to keep his identity from me. I rolled and settled back against the soft foam pad. I knew my whole body was openly exposed to this unknown man. I also knew he would be touching all over the front of me, all over my naked body. This helped to build my growing arousal, the anticipation of what was to come. Whatever was coming my way, I was waiting for it and ready for it. I was fairly certain this massage would become a lot more erotic before it was over.

        I was expecting him to begin with either my arms or legs. Isn’t it the way to begin with the least sexy and move to finally the best? But he seems to have overlooked my arms. I felt he was sitting with a knee each side with my head between them.

       He started with my face. That was a surprise. The face is the most sensitive place with many muscles to create looks and expressions. He started on my forehead from my hair-line to just above my eyes. Such strong hands were proving capable of being so gentle.

       He couldn’t do the part covered by the band so next, he moved to below my ears, running down towards my neck and then on to my cheeks, even my nose. It tickled when he touched my lips just under my nose and made me giggle. He moved on to my chin, nice soft strokes under my chin and down lower. That felt nice and I was pleased when he lingered there for a while as that is very sexy for me.

        He had moved to my neck now. Still in the same position, still reaching from above my head. I could feel him close to me, smell the male scent of him. There was something familiar about that. His hand moved in strokes from my ears down each side on to my neck.

       Down from my neck on to my chest now. He must have been leaning right over my face to reach there. First, his hands were going lower to the start of my swelling breasts before pulling back, returning to the areas in front of my shoulders. Soon he was reaching lower, further onto my breasts, down and around then, down the sides of my body. Each excursion lower was followed by that pull back to my upper chest again.

       It was exciting to feel him but I wanted more. My nipples at the peaks of my breasts were hard and ready. Almost bursting as they waited for his attention. It was almost frustrating for me. He knew what I wanted. My breasts and nipples were obviously waiting for him. Easy within his reach but he was avoiding them.

       I moved, thrusting my chest up so he will see and take notice of them. Finally, he got the message, well maybe stopped playing and teasing me. A hand moved on to each breast, finding the peak with its nipple. My Indian nipples were large and erect by then, ready for his attention.

       He didn’t disappoint either. Fingers contacting the hard nobs, running around and over them. He rolled them between his fingers and thumb, even pulled at them. Rubbing over and around the dark rough rings surrounding my nipples before returning to each nipple itself. This was the best so far. My nipples are sensitive and love a man’s attention. I love them being played with, teased and even sucked. I wondered if they were going to get sucked now but he seemed to be content just to work with his hands.

       Both hands moved to one breast, taking the full body of the breast between them, pressing together and worked over the soft flesh. This felt good too. My breasts aren’t that big but have remained larger after child feeding finished. I still had enough for a man to grasp and play like this. For a while, he moved to my other breast to perform the same treatment there until returning to the nipples again. A hand to each one. Working around and over them, creating enjoying feelings for me.

       When he stopped, he moved again. He was sitting to one side. This time he rubbed over the area below my breasts and on to my stomach. At this point, he didn’t linger too long. Almost just enough to cover me with oil. Although his fingers came close to my pussy, Right down to the edge of my hair, he avoided touching that part yet. Why is it, that part that needs the most attention gets done last. I humped my pelvis to tell him that was where to go but he ignored me. Just continuing with other parts.

       I felt his hand gently taking my legs and pulling them further apart. I felt him move, kneeling between my legs. From that position, I was wide open for him. He must have looked to my pussy and discovered how turned-on I was for him.

      He started on my legs, first the lower legs on each side before moving to my thighs. Yes, this was becoming so sexy for me because I knew there was only one place left after that. The fingers first rubbed all over each thigh with two hands on one and then two to the other. They took and gripped the thigh, pressing between them working onto the flesh and muscle of the thigh with firm strokes. This is nice for a massage but at this moment other ideas were coming into my head.

       Now he changed so one hand was on each thigh. Mainly the inside of each thigh, where a woman is soft and sensitive. His working was light and gentle now. Just fingers lightly flowing over the surface of my skin. Long slow strokes pulling down and then returning. Each time gradually getting closer and closer to my love nest.

       Both hands moved, going up over my thigh, higher and around to the top of my pubic bush. He started there, fingers running through the hair. Yes, as you all know, I am very bushy there. I could feel the slick oil coating and soaking my hair. I knew within moments he would move lower to the final place.

       First, just a finger brushed down my wet lips. I was open and ready. My outer lips swelled with the expectation of what would happen now. The next stroke was firmer, two fingers pressing between my lips. With the juice there his finger flowed over flesh that offered no resistance to them.

      He was playing with me there. First, lightly rubbing over and between my wet lips. There was no need to oil now. I was supplying more than enough juice. Then his movements became firmer, pressing in deeper, rubbing deep as he moved up and down. It was so good that my body couldn’t help giving little humps back at him. By this stage, I was giving moans from time to time too as the feelings within my pussy were increasing.

      Finally, two fingers entered me, pushing in deeper and deeper, until going their whole length. He began thrusting at me like his fingers fucking me. This one was good for me too but I was unsure how far he would get with it. But this man knew me. He knew just where I needed to give me full pleasure. His other hand reached for the top end of my pussy. Fingers gripping each side and squeezed my clitty under the flesh. While he continued finger fucking his other fingers rolled the bud of my clitty under the hood. That was it for me! It was sudden and sharp. The climax came quickly and burst into a powerful orgasm. It caught me unaware, taking my breath away with it surprise and intensity.

       He waited until I recovered. Helping me with gentle strokes along the wet lips of my pussy. Then he stopped. I felt him moving closer. My legs were pressed open wider by him between them.

       Yes, I knew what was coming next. I felt him between my open thighs. I felt his body come down against me and a hard cock against my pussy. I knew what he was doing and reached down to help him. My hands took the hardness of his cock, guiding him to my pussy. I felt him press against me and he was big. That almost gave himself away. It could be only one of three men I knew.

       I felt his weight come down on me, covering my smaller body. He was a larger man. Not as in fat large because as I wrapped my arms around him I could feel a tight body and the ripple of powerful muscles as he moved.

       His cock pressed into me. My willing lips opened to allow him. I felt the fullness of him as he entered me. Like all men of that size, it takes time for my tiny body to open to him. His first push only just entered me. A second push, he went in deeper. It took a couple more goes before I took him all. Then he started fucking me. He must have known me fairly well as he knew I liked it slow with deep full strokes. This is how he started. This is how we did it at first.

       By now I was certain of his identity although I had been pretty sure for most of the time.

       We continued, his body on top of mine, his body working towards the enjoyment and climax of both of us. I was still blind-folded so without my sight; other senses were heightened. I could feel him against me and inside me. I could hear his intake of breath close to my ear. I could smell the male of his body. This served to heighten my excitement, my desire for him.

       That cock, a strong shaft, continued thrusting into me. He was good. He knew me well as he increased his speed and power as my arousal built. I could feel how my pussy resisted and gripped as he drove in and pulled out. The dragging over my pussy lips caused the top end of them to rub and roll over my hard clitty. The wetness of cum juice making me slippery making these feelings even more exciting and stimulating.

        Yes, I was getting close again now. I orgasm was approaching. Coming at me quickly. I knew there was no stopping it now. I was past the point of no return. This could only end in the burst of an orgasm.

       For a moment I wondered about the man on top of me. I know it’s silly at that point but I do care that my love-partner gets enjoyment too.   

       Then these thoughts were gone. Swiftly swept away as the surging power of my second orgasm burst over me. The thrill burst came in waves racing through my body making me cry out and thrust up against him. It was a good one. Up there among my best. Yes, I did say second because unknown to me at that point there was another one waiting to follow.

       All this time, the man on top of me had continued. His steady strong strokes driving into me, pulling back as he kept a rhythm through my climax. I made my mind to make it good for him, as much as I could but there wasn’t too much more I could do with the weight of his body pinning me to the ground. So really probably all I did was provide a tight wet pussy hole for him.

       He only went on for a few more moments when I began to feel his rhythm begin to change. He was using less energy. Movement getting out of time. Yes, I’ve been here before. I knew a male cum approaching when I felt one.

       He was close. Very close. His breathing was stronger as he sucked in air to power his body. He suddenly slowed, his body gave a jerk as a deep moan escaped from him. There was another jerk as all attempt at movement left him. He was going over. I felt the first jerk of his cock as he delivered his first load of man-juice. It was quickly followed by two more. I knew he was giving me a lot. I had no problem for that. I love the feel of a male orgasm when he is deep inside me. You can feel the energy and power that is released in those precious moments of pleasure.

       Suddenly he moved, pulling out. Almost right out before thrusting back at me. It sent a thrill through my body. I couple more and I knew I was going to go again. This one was different. There was no warning. Just the surge of enjoyment as I cum. For a moment it took my mind away. When I returned it was to find him laying still except for his cock that still gave a jerk once or twice, giving me the last of him. He was heavier now. His body relaxed so his full weight was on top of me. It was no problem. Spread over me like that, my smaller body could take him.

       He pulled out of me as we broke apart and he rolled off me. I sat up as I felt his body still beside me. I pulled off the blindfold off and looked.

       There was my husband, Joseph, sitting looking back at me. I smiled back at him. A great massage finished with some good orgasms. I was very pleased with him. I reached over and patted him on the chest.

       “Thanks,” I said.

       He just smiled. Nothing more was needed.

       Suddenly someone started clapping. Others took it up too. I looked around and suddenly realised they had all pulled up chairs and been watching our show. Not that I knew it was a show until that moment.

       “When did you find out it was Joseph?” Jenny asked.

       “Just now,” I lied to her.

       “No Liz. You knew well before then. Maybe even before you rolled over.”

       It was no use hiding it. She knew more than I would have guessed she could. She must have been watching most of the time. I wondered if they all had been there.

       “At the very beginning,” I replied. “When Joseph was doing my shoulders. I thought it might be him. I was fairly certain by the time I rolled. It was confirmed when we started doing it.”

       I looked up at Joseph and he was still smiling. It was obvious that he wasn’t surprised I knew his secret so quickly. I almost wonder if some of those early massage moves were designed to let me know who he was.

       Suddenly, my love for that man was very strong. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He met me with his own kiss, pulling me to him so our bodies met. His mouth was open and our tongue met in the deep passion of the kiss.

      “Hey, you guys,” I heard Steve say. “Is the show not finished?”

      Cheeky man! Others laughed at that joke as Joseph and I pulled apart.

      “Come here honey,” I told Steve. “Come here and we’ll do another show.”

      He laughed at that. “Oh, wouldn’t I like that.”

      “Well……?”

      “No sorry, I can’t honey. I’ve just given all mine to Paula in the pool.”

      That surprised me. Something else going on too. I would have liked to have seen that.

      So, everyone, that was how my sexy massage with a mystery man went. Hope you enjoyed reading of it.

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