Massage Control

"Just a little lower," Michy replied feeling a rush of heat as his hand slid down her bottom a little and pressed against the cotton of her panties.

"Yes there, right there," she said as his fingers probed at the painful spot.

To get there Brad had to pull the edge of the gown further down. He felt a touch of disappointment but couldn't help smiling when he saw the full panties. He pushed the elastic waistband down a little with the side of his hand so that his fingers could investigate the spot she'd identified. It was all he could do to resist pulling the full garment down further, he realised, as he ran his hand over the top of the truly, beautifully rounded buttocks.

"Ok that's normal," he told her removing his hands, somewhat reluctantly and replacing the robe. "We'll get some ultra sound on it, that'll sort it."

He wheeled the two electronic devices over to where Michy was lying on the table. With hands that were almost shaking, he smeared some jelly around the pulled muscle and fixed three electrodes to her skin carefully pressing the sticky tape against her flesh. Rolling the robe down a little he muttered. "Right let's get some heat to this place as well."

Then with hands that now were visibly shaking he took hold of the waist-band of her knickers and slowly rolled them downwards. As he did he saw the beautiful contours of her arse and the beginning of the crease between them. Gulping as he realised that he'd rolled the elastic down far further than was really necessary he daubed some jelly on the mound and then attached two more electrodes.

"There that should do it," he added replacing the robe over her now half bared bottom and leaving the room after clicking the machine on.

He went out to the car park to write up her notes. Although he'd officially given up smoking he felt a strong need to have one and he retrieved the pack he kept in his car for emergencies. And this he knew as he puffed furiously on the Marlboro Gold was a full-scale emergency. He'd come so close to caressing her arse. So near to letting his fingers slither into the crack between the rounded mounds and he was frightened. "How the fuck can I massage her?" he asked himself lighting a fresh cigarette from the butt of the first one.

The heat and the slight stretching and contracting of the muscle wasn't unpleasant. It hurt a little now and then and the warmth was beginning to build up, but it was nothing to complain about and Michy lay there fairly relaxed. Well fairly relaxed about the treatment she acknowledged, but not, she equally realised, about him. She had thought that this time, now she was more used to it, she wouldn't have a problem, that her mind wouldn't wander off onto erotic meanderings and that she wouldn't feel any arousal. 'How wrong had that been?' she thought. The feelings that had rushed through her the first time he'd rolled the top of her panties down had been bad enough, but they were nothing compared to those she experienced when he did it the second time to attach the electrodes to her buttocks. Then immediately she felt a surge of warmth wallop her at the base of her stomach. It was so powerful, a real jolt, almost like an electric shock.

'Oh shit he's rolling my knickers down, he's looking at my bum and he's touching it' she thought as his soft hands did the work they needed to do. Totally straightforward she assumed he was thinking. 'All in a day's work and nothing at all out of the ordinary' was how she anticipated his reaction. But to her it was far from that and her mind and body responded to the erotic visions his action had conjured up. And that was for him to continue pulling the waist-band down. For him to not stop when he'd reached the point where he could attach the electrode. For him to rip her panties off and shove his hand between her legs and soothe the quite acute ache that was building up in her pussy.

Waiting in the general office for the faradic and the deep heat to finish Brad was a bundle of nerves and twice made mistakes when talking to the receptionist.

"You all right Brad?" she asked him smiling in a way that made him think that she could tell what was going on inside him.

"Sure, just got a lot on my mind," he muttered looking down at Michy's notes to cover his embarrassment.

"Well don't forget Michaela in treatmentfour, she must be about ready for your hands," the middle aged receptionist beamed at him.

"Ok Michaela?" Brad said walking back into the room. "Let's get these off you and get the massage going shall we? How's it feel?" he asked removing the electrodes and taking the opportunity to lightly run his fingers across her waist.

"It's loosened up a lot," Michy said feeling his light touch on her back. She felt him fumbling with the robe as he removed that and placed the towel across her hips. She knew that as he did that he would have looked at her panty covered bottom and felt relieved that she'd worn "sensible" ones today. The thought of his eyes on them though did give her a little surge of excitement. "Oh not again?" she thought to herself as she realised that both her imagination and body were again reacting to the young man and the intimacy of the position of her being nearly naked alone with him.

It wasn't any easier this time she was realising. It wasn't easier to handle. It wasn't easier to stop her vivid imagination creating the most erotic scenes. No, as his hands glided and probed and pressed her back and then, far worse the cheek of her bottom and the backs of her thighs, her physical and emotional reactions were, if anything, stronger and more graphic than before. She was becoming aroused. She was becoming sexually excited. He was igniting so many flames in her that she feared for her ability to control her reactions. Had she let out a low moan as his fingers touched the edge of the crease of her bottom? She mused. Was that a slight sigh of pleasure as the side of his hand slid almost onto the gusset of her panties? She wondered. Did she squirm her body a little, had she eased her legs open a little more, had her bottom lifted a tad as his fingers sent such searing heat through her? And of course had he noticed? Had he seen the signs? Had he realised just what an effect he was having on her? The thoughts rushing through her mind as her body responded so unfairly to the stimulation were many and varied and she felt embarrassed and concerned at what the young man would think of this older, stupid woman if, indeed, he'd noticed them. She wasn't sure that he had for he continued the massage without interrupting the smooth progress of his hands and certainly he said nor did anything to suggest that he was aware that she was "suffering" so much.

Standing alongside Michy's legs looking down, Brad's throat was dry and his pulses were racing as he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her right buttock. He'd pushed both the robe and the waist of her panties down so that he could get to it. He'd pushed the elastic further than necessary, further than the peak of the globe, further than the start of the crease between them and further, he acknowledged, than he had any right to. He could see the side of the crease as it fell away to become her anus and almost the puckered hole itself. "If she just opened her legs a little," he was thinking as he pressed his fingers onto the mound of sensual flesh, "I could see her areshole."

"Is this where it hurts Michy?" he asked in a voice that he was sure was so tight that it would tell the glorious older woman of his desire for her.

Michy felt his fingers digging into her just a couple of inches from where he'd earlier identified the pain. His voice seemed different, it was deeper and sort of tighter. "I bet he's worked out that I've become aroused and he's disgusted, or indifferent, probably used to it," she thought. Then without thinking she raised herself up a little, turned and reaching behind her she put her finger right on the spot on her right buttock where the pain was.

Brad felt a jolt of such severe sexual arousal that he was surprised he didn't react more physically than he did. He knew that his cock twitched and hoped she hadn't seen that as his eyes feasted on the sight that came before him as she lifted herself and turned to point out the exact spot. Raised just enough from the table and turned sufficiently so that her breast was in his view. All of it. The entire fantastic orb hung down from her chest, the large pink and, he saw, hardened nipple grazing against the paper sheet. It looked amazing. It was fuller than he'd expected, more voluptuous and more shapely. It was a magnificent breast that he saw hanging there. One that cried out to be cupped in a hand, stroked and weighed. And how he so yearned to do just that. As his eyes gazed at the sensational and so unexpected but so welcome sight, so he imagined the feel of that globular flesh in his hand. The fullness, the softness and the warmth. The smooth skin and the heavy flesh, the rubbery nipple and its bumpy pink areola. It was as though he was transfixed. At last, after what seemed to him to have been an age but was probably hardly a second, he glanced up and caught Michy's eye. Momentarily they stared at each other. Their eyes locked but no expressions changed on either face.

"Its right there," she said quietly as she laid flat again. She felt so embarrassed at what she'd done as his fingers found the exact spot. She lay there thinking how he'd been looking at her breast and just knew that she'd made a fool of herself for he may well have thought she was coming on to him although, in all truthfulness, it was completely accidental.

He was hard. Stunningly hard. The hardness of a young, virile man in need of relief. It stretched right up his belly vertically straining to reach his navel. Thankful that he was wearing his, slightly, looser track pants he knew, though that if she looked at him she could not have avoided noticing the bulge. It was just too large and too obvious. He concentrated on her legs staying out of her view. He was careful to ensure he wasn't pressing too lightly but couldn't stop himself from making it more of a strong caress than a medically relevant massage. The feel of her soft flesh and smooth skin was so alluring that he began to seriously doubt his suitability to this profession.

The view he had was incredible. Shapely legs, slightly splayed, the long, chestnut tresses tumbling onto her bare shoulders and the table and the squashed, full breasts. The mound of her bottom with the panties, that he hadn't pushed back into place, still half way down it and the start of the crease between them seeming to be beckoning at him. It was all getting too much for him. His massaging of her bottom had strayed far too near the crease. His hands had been far too soft on her silken thighs and the edge of them had too many times gone far closer to her pussy than decorum allowed and which medical reasons required.

After "flashing her tit" at him Michy's imagination had gone into overdrive as he massaged her bottom and then her thighs. Continuously as he did that the warmth of arousal and the tingling, almost itchy, sensations of sexual desire gravitated out from the base of her stomach to fill her breasts. She was bordering on having a climax and had to fight so hard to make sure that no signs of that transmitted itself to him.

As Brad slid the thin, short mini skirt up over the bottom of the girl who was bent over the back of his settee it wasn't her slim, youthful hips that he was grasping. It wasn't her pert, small nippled breasts that he reached round and cupped and pinched. It wasn't her tight, young cunt that he shoved his cock into and it wasn't the, almost, boyish arse that his balls slapped against. It also wasn't the nineteen year old would be model he was making love to. No in his mind he was fucking Michy. It was her voluptuous hips, her full thighs and her glorious breasts. It was her wet, bloated lips that he surged between and it was her rounded womanly arse that he squeezed and kneaded. Yes, as he rammed himself, roughly almost and certainly more energetically than the girl expected, in and out of her, it was the woman that he'd been massaging this afternoon that in his mind he was fucking.

"I bought you a present Mark," Michy said to her husband as she walked back into their bedroom after a rare evening spent together.

"Oh yes luv, what's that?" he asked glancing up from the FT that he was reading in bed.

"This," she said huskily as she let the dressing gown fall open.

"Oh fuck me Michy," Mark said taking in the black silky thong she'd slipped on knowing full well that it would interest him.

Smiling, Michy replied, "that's precisely what I intend to do darling."

She'd been tingling with sexual need ever since leaving the clinic. All evening as she'd prepared dinner. All the time as they'd sat watching TV and more so as they had got ready for an early night. It was unusual, but not unknown, for her to take the initiative in their relationship so Mark wasn't unduly surprised. He reacted by pulling her onto the bed on her front and immediately licking and kissing the rounded, full cheeks of her arse between which the slither of black lace disappeared. And Michy got exactly what her body and mind, inflamed by Brad and the erotic implications she'd put on the massage, needed so badly. A good. hard fuck that brought her to a panting, noisy and very full orgasm.

"I think I need to get you to lay on your front Michy," Brad was saying after he'd massaged her lower back and thighs. "I need to get to where that group of muscles are attached to the front part of your hip bone," he went on to explain as he laid a towel on the table and discretely turned away.

They'd both approached this session with a similar array of emotions. A high degree of trepidation, loads of excitement, fear that they may do something that would severely embarrass them and disappointment that it was the last.

Brad had fiddled or, as he told the reception, rearranged his appointments so that there was an empty one hour slot after Michy. "She's asked for an extra session of faradic," he'd explained, "and that may mean I'll overrun the hour." The receptionist told him curtly that meant dead time and Brad made some rather garbled excuse that Mrs. Williams was quite prepared to pay for all of that.

"As this is the last session Michy I think we may need slightly longer than the usual so we can attend to the pain on your hip as well as the core problem," he'd said to her as he'd got her ready for the electronic treatment.

As he said that her heart beat a little faster for she also wanted to prolong being with him. She readily agreed and they went through the usual routine of him rolling the robe down and examining her back and the point on her bottom. He'd pulled the robe down replacing it with the towel that he'd taken rather longer to put in place thus having the chance to look at her panties. They were again white but not made of the drab cotton of last time. This pair were shiny and they clung to the rounded the orbs of her arse. They were much tighter and were cut more acutely so that instead of fully covering each cheek the elastic bisected each one leaving much more of the alluring flesh uncovered. Michy felt the robe being pulled off her as usual but it seemed so much longer before the towel replaced it but she put this down to her imagination. He connected her up to the electrodes and left her as that did its magic on here although Michy thought that it took far less time than it had on the previous sessions. It had for Brad had halved the normal twenty minutes.

The usual massage on her back and thighs had been even more excruciatingly arousing for Michy and worrying and frustrating for Brad. She'd been totally unable to stop her imagination creating the most graphically rude scenes as she laid there her eyes closed as his hands glided up and down her opened legs. Brad had struggled to control himself as he'd never done before as his fingers slid up and down her thighs going ever nearer to the edge of the towel. Closer and closer to what lay under there. As Michy imagined them not stopping on one of those upward sweeps so Brad was contemplating slipping his hand right under the towel and pressing them against her pussy.

Unbeknown to the other both were wanting the same thing. Each needed a sign, a gesture, a movement, something to tell them that what they were thinking was also what the other was imagining. But neither had the courage to do that. Several times Brad let his hand brush against the edge of the towel pushing it up a little. A couple of time Michy felt the towel move and wondered what might happen next, but nothing did although she guessed that the gusset of her panties might be on show. He could just see folds of her white panties between her legs and momentarily wondered, "was that a dampness or the shadows from the folds in the material?"

So as Brad discretely but very reluctantly turned away pretending to busy himself with her notes, Michy turned over. With the worry of her back this wasn't an east maneuver and to do that she firstly rolled onto her side and then sat up. Her naked, fairly pendulous but stunningly arousing to a tit man, D cupped breasts were naked as she momentarily sat there. Half of her wanted him to turn and look at them. A part of her wanted to flaunt them at him. Despite the slight sagging brought about by their size and the ravages of childbirth she was proud of them. She knew she had good tits. Like many sexually aware big breasted women she also knew that they excited most men and she knew how to use them to their full, attractive and arousing potential. But he didn't even move. "he's so used to it and what the hell would a young stud want to look at an old bird like me when he can have the sticklike model girls of today?" she thought.

Brad guessed that Michy would be sitting up for a moment for he was aware that anyone with a bad back is very cautious about the way that they move until it's fully cured. In his mind he could see the pink tipped mounds hanging down her chest and he was so tempted to glance over his shoulder. But he didn't dare do that and instead thought of the view of her right breast he'd had at the last session.

She laid back draping the, rather small she noticed, towel across her breasts. "Christ," he thought as she turned round, "even laying flat they make impressive lumps in the towel," as his eyes quickly roamed over the body he so lusted for. He felt hmself hardening as he wheeled the ultraheat machine on its trolley alongside the table using it to hide his erecting cock.

Perching himself on the edge of the table and holding the small metal disc in his hand he explained. "This is ultraheat Michy. What it does is transmit heat deep into a muscle breaking up any fibroids or dried internal bleeding. It does that through the wire and into this node, as we call it, a bit like a small PC mouse isn't it?"

Michy nodded remembering having a similar experience when she was scanned when pregnant.

Brad continued as he switched the machine on, "what I have to do is to slowly run this over the area that needs the treatment. I'll put a little jelly on it so that it will glide easily and your skin won't feel the heat and it'll be as if the warmth is coming from inside you," he explained.

Michy almost smiled as he said that for already, and without any help from the machine, there was plenty of heat being generated inside her. Lying with her breasts covered by the towel and with his bum pressed lightly against her knee was, she felt, an intimate situation. The touch of his silky track bottoms against the bare skin of her leg somehow made her feel closer emotionally to him. On top of the sensations she'd experienced from the massage and the wild imaginings her mind had built up she needed little artificial heat for her body was already generating plenty of that. desire.