I was wearing a sweater with a T-shirt and bra underneath. Fairly bulky attire for a breast massage, but it did not matter. He began by sliding his hands from my shoulders and over my breasts going back to my shoulders and pausing. I understood this non verbal cue, took a deep breath and let me head fall against his arm to signal…yes, I like it.
“How are you?” he asked after giving a couple of more slow, long and delicious strokes.
“I’m good” I replied with a giggle.
“You like this? You are enjoying?” he asked again to make sure.
“Yes, I am enjoying this very much.”
With that he started to focus on breast at a time over my clothes taking the full breast in his hand and then searching for my nipple. As I began to change my breathing he went back to my shoulders and neck, lightly caressing and building tension. Back and forth from the right breast to the left breast, to the shoulders and neck. Before moving on to below the sweater he asked again how I was enjoying it, if I was okay and when I said yes he reached underneath the sweater, but above my T-shirt.
I have to tell you that it felt amazing. I could feel myself becoming so wet. His patience and sense of exploration was so hot. Holy shit. Playing again and experimenting with pressure on the breast and nipples, slowly and with confidence. He suggested I take my bra off, but leave the sweater and T-shirt on. When I first felt his hand against my skin I felt insane with pleasure. It was so intense. Then a subtle nipple pinch. Oh yeah.
Next he pulled one breast out from being hidden under the sweater. The lighting made my skin look smooth and white. My areolas looked perfectly round surrounding my hard nipple. I watched him caress my breast, flick and play with my nipple. Then he would gently put the breast back inside, take out the other and repeat. Here is the best part…the best tease. He put the breast back inside my sweater and began massaging over my sweater again. Agony, I tell you….pure agony…that I was enjoying immensely. He even went back up to my neck and face. When he finally reached back for my breasts I squealed with delight. After 30 minutes I finally had to stop. I couldn’t take it anymore. Imagine that!
The massage was beautiful, but also the communication. I had this feeling that with each permission I was giving a gift of myself. And with no expectation. That drives a woman crazy. Yeah!
You know….sex is artistic personal expression
