Massage to Smitha – Part 2 (Returning The Favor)

Smitha got to experience the feeling of being pleasantly satisfied. But what I did not expect is the following to happen.

After resting for sometime, hugging and cuddling each other; talks went on further as below

Smitha: Nish, you offer massages to those who are needy; fulfill their needs – in the process, you would be tired too. How would you get to relax?
Nish: I rest well post sessions. Else, I visit normal spas to get myself de-stressed.

Smitha: Nobody in-return has given you a massage?
Nish: Not really.
Smitha: You should then. Let me be the person who gives you the massage in return.

Nish: I would love that Smitha.
Smitha: Don’t worry Nish. You will not be disappointed. Let us get ourselves cleaned before we start.

Both of us went to different rooms, got ourselves cleaned and returned to the living room in minimal clothing. Smitha was near the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers and asked “Beer Nish?”

I got up from the couch, went near her, gave a peck on her lips, opened one and gave it to her and the other I opened for myself. We ghup-shupped about her experience of giving massage occasionally to her hubby. But he was not much into it.

Suddenly Smitha said, “Let us start Nish.” I was already in minimal clothing and I was ready for it. We went into the bedroom. I lay on my stomach.

“Don’t think about anything Nish. Enjoy the massage. Relax and Rejuvenate.” Smitha said while she poured some oil on her palms and placed her hands on my back. I nodded my head in affirmation and said “yeah”.

The feeling of her hands on my back made me a slight sigh with the essence of pleasure in it. My eyes were closed, breathing was normal, the massage was going well. I don’t get to feel much of such things, to be honest.

As the massaged progressed Smitha said, “Nish, your lowers are troubling me to give you a hassle-free massage – can I remove them?”. When I was about to remove it, she said: “Let me do the honors,” and removed it.

“That’s a nice ass,” Smitha said biting her lips; cupped and squeezed them together. The cupping and squeezing went on for some more time when she poured more oil on my ass. She removed her robe, got her naked body down, positioned her breasts on my ass – the feeling was heavenly.

Occasionally her boobs went in between my ass cheeks and steadily but surprisingly I could feel her breaths on my buttocks. She kissed my ass cheeks, teased my further by doing nothing, went down and massaged my legs.

“You have a nice cute ass, Nish,” she said for which “my pleasure” I replied and kinda blushed, coz not many times you get to hear such things. I was having a wonderful time so far and was looking forward to more. “On your back Nish,” Smitha said.

I turned over and was greeted by the lovely sight of sexy Smitha – with a smile on her face. She gave me a good massage on the front with occasional kisses and teasing my hard-on by touching it and not doing anything. Smitha widened my legs, sat between them on her knees.

She looked into my eyes, bent a bit, gave a massage on the chest and down on the abdomen and then the inner thighs and said, “Ready for more Nish?”  I gulped my saliva and said “yes” and nodded my head. She poured the oil on the mound.

She gave a good steady motion and later poured oil on my lingam which dripped down on my testicles and further down. I had closed my eyes. “Ahhhhh” I let out when she held my lingam with her one hand and the other hand on my testicle.

The music and aroma in the room were adding to the wow factor along with the massage which I was getting. She cupped my testicles to progress further and steadily went to the lingam. Steady up and down motions and cupping the testicles simultaneously triggered my moans to increase further.

She held my lingam between her both palms, rubbed the hard lingam steadily pulling down the skin of it. The most sensitive spot of lingam was exposed. With the tip of her finger, she circled the spot which sent shivers in my body.

Smitha looked into my eyes, gripped my palms with hers, got her mouth down and circled the sensitive spot with the tip of her tongue. “I cannot hold on longer Smitha,” I said. She released my palms and held my lingam with her palm.

She kept the thumb of the hand on the tip of my lingam and began the up-down motion for a few strokes. While the motion went for a few minutes, my cum collected in the shaft and she was in no mood to release her thumb so quickly. I ensured my breaths are constant by inhaling from nose and exhaling by mouth.

Suddenly, Smitha removed her thumb and there was the juice of ecstasy which fizzled on her face, while it dripped down on her lips and she licked it. This was one of the best lingam massages I have ever had.

I have had the same during my trips to Japan and Bangkok. But since I was getting this after a long time, I had no words to express the satisfaction which I had. I opened my arms and inviting Smitha for a hug.

We hugged each other tightly and kissed passionately again. I was tasting my own cum this time though. She went down and bit my nipples, kissed my chest before going down further and cleaning my juicy wet limp lingam with her mouth.

Both of us were dead tired and cuddled each other and slept in each other’s arms. In the morning we woke up almost at the same time. Remembering last night’s session, I had a hard-on. Smitha noticed it and without thinking anything, she sat on me, guided my cock inside her pussy and was riding me.

How often does a guy get to experience such things? A few minutes later, I fucked her in missionary position before releasing the cum – but this time she wanted me to load it inside her and then I greeted “Good Morning Smitha.”

“Good Morning Nish,” she said we kissed for some time. It was already 10ish. We got refreshed together in the same bathroom this time. Both of us were damn hungry, we ordered breakfast. While having breakfast, we spoke about the previous sessions and how satisfying and pleasured it was for both of us.

We had one more session of good sex before I had to bid good-bye since my flight back to Bengaluru was in late noon. Smitha dropped me back at the airport with a promise that we’ll meet again soon.

We did meet again. What happened then – you’ll get to read it later. For now adios, goodbye, happy reading. I cannot share Smitha’s or anybody’s details. You can leave your feedback to me on [email protected] – also available on hangouts.