My fantasy (Short story) A happy beginning to a happy ending
I work at a luxurious spa at some pricey hotel in the Caribbean as a massage therapist.
The woman who comes in to see me a smoking hot & single forty-something year old woman that could still pass for being in her twenties. She is very attractive, sweet, but too career-driven which has always been the case as far as a relationship is concerned. She orders the deluxe spa at which the massage therapists are required to visit their clients at their suite. She lets me in wearing nothing but a towel covering her candy bits and flip-flops. Her feet are small, tiny, maybe a size five and a half if that sporting my favorite, a french pedicure.
I open up my portable massage table and start setting up my materials which include a host of fancy rubbing oils and place them on the nightstand next to my massage table. She dims the lights to her suite low, turns on some very comfortable jazz music and then spreads out (stomach-first) across my massage table. I tell the lovely woman my name and ask her the same. She replies with a delightful smile and asks me to focus on her lower extremities. Most of all, her tiny size five feet. I gently scratch at the bottom of her soles with my fingers causing her to jerk involuntarily as she turns and sends a smile my way.
The session takes a turn so far out of my norm but I'm enjoying it. The woman in the suite is keen and expressive. We talk about men, women, relationships, marriage, work. She says she was once in a very serious relationship but not anymore. Her fiancee left her for someone else and she never got over it. Admitting to herself that since then she buries herself in work to deal with the pain of feeling rejected and unwanted.
She sits up on her elbows, excusing herself as she tearfully apologizes. I kiss against the oils on her back and tell her how beautiful she is and that love is give and take. I remind her of her successes and advise her that she is so fortunate and so blessed despite the nuisances surrounding her love life. She nods with a smile and plops back onto the table.I walk to the edge of the table and begin tickling the soles of her feet causing her to kick frantically. I straddle her ankles and use the tips of my fingers to lightly caress and scratch against her beautiful wrinkled feet and toes as she cackles hysterically. Her toes curl involuntarily as she bucks and kicks, hoping to break away. Her laughter is pure heaven. After a few minutes she begs me to stop in between short breaths. I fulfill her request and surprise her with a much happier ending...
I hop off the table and walk to the edge where her tiny feet dangle and lightly kiss and nimble against the wrinkles of her soles. She giggles passionately in between spastic moans of pleasure. I gently bite and taste her tiny little toes, she sizzles at the head of the table asking me to keep going. I playfully use my tongue to circle the pinky toe of one foot as the other foot pawns and flexes into the air. Then I return the favor to the other sole. It was a wrap from there. Her nails grip into the plastic of the table as she moans almost uncontrollably. I ask her if I can go the next step, she blurts out "Yes!"
I gently unwrap the woman's towel as if she were a Christmas present. She hops off of the table and spreads out on her back across the bed, naked and oily. She says she's been a bad girl and hasn't it in over a year. In the meantime she's had to keep herself occupied somehow but she's craving the real thing and asks if I wouldn't mind giving her a happy ending. As soon as my clothes fly off, I'm on top of her. I lick and taste her... as she pants for me to enter her and finish the job.
I place her legs up, calf muscles across my shoulders with her tiny feet resting against my ears. The woman reaches back for the headboard as I enter her devilishly wet womanhood. While inside, I'm going to town, forming small circles, writing my name, her name, scraping against the walls or her plush loins while at the same time worshiping the bottom of her soles. Her toes curl, grabbing the skin of my ears as she could rip them off but doesn't.
Within the matter of moments, the woman's legs begin to shake uncontrollably. She grips tighter to the headboard as I slow pace to longer and more everlasting thrusts. Before I know it, she lets loose a fountain of orgasmic juices that soak the part of the sheets below. I grab into her as she tearfully bucks against the wave of her orgasm barely able to speak before she crashes over onto her side, whimpering softly to herself in a language I cannot comprehend.
I direct myself to the foot of her bed and once again begin to worship the toes of each foot as she snores into the night.