Private Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page A

it possible that she could feel all of this? She was deep into a fantasy, yet she not only felt but smelled the oil. And she certainly had all her other senses intact as well. Why was she questioning how it was possible? It actually made her brain hurt. Just relax and enjoy it, she told herself. She pushed the confused thought away, and concentrated on the hands with their supple fingers that were now digging into the aching muscles of her shoulders and neck. She hadn't realized before now just how sore those muscles were. While she had never enjoyed the delights of a massage, she instinctively knew that Rolf had a great talent for it. Did she want him to have other talents? She smiled to herself. Oh, yes, she did!
She was relaxing beneath the skilled touch. His hands were now working on her left arm and hand. My God, Nora thought, if this is my fantasy, how long and how deep has it been buried in my imagination? This is one helluva daydream, but I love it! I've been married so very long. I married too young. I put aside everything I wanted to be the perfect wife and mother. And what did I want? It's been so long I don't know, if I ever did. Jeff has the morals of a mink and the ethics of a weasel. My kids are to all intents and purposes grown and gone. I'm all alone.
"Stop thinking!" Rolf's voice barked, piercing her consciousness. "You're starting to tense up again, sweetie." He was finishing her right arm, and now his hands moved to smooth oil over her chest. His fingers closed about her breasts. "Nice pair," he observed, squeezing lightly. "Round, firm, and big nipples, kinda like blown roses."
"I'm not going to relax if you keep doing that," Nora laughed up at him. "Oh, that is sooo nice, Rolfie!" Her nipples puckered, and a shiver ran down her backbone as his thumbs rubbed insistently at the soft flesh.
"This isn't about sex," he scolded her. "I'm here to give you a nice massage, sweetie. Now stop thinking with your cunt, and I'll get on with my job."
"But don't you want to—" She didn't get to finish the sentence.
"Sure I do," he answered her, "but not yet. Firrst a nice massage and then . . ." Leaning over, he grinned engagingly into her face. "Now, shut up, and let me do one of the two things I do best."
"Do I get to guess the other?" she murmured mischievously. Lord! She hadn't had so much fun in years. She hadn't ever had so much fun. And it wasn't just the sex. She was being admired as a beautiful woman. She was being spoken with as an intelligent being. If nothing more happened this night, she would be content. No! She most certainly would not be! This was fun. Sex was fun. And she had never really believed it until Kyle had shown her earlier. She had enjoyed every moment with him. She was going to enjoy little Rolfie too before the evening was over. Whenever that was.
And Kyle was going to watch. He had shown a delicious dash of jealousy earlier, and she wanted him jealous. Jealousy by a man, for her, wasn't something she had ever experienced. She had liked it. It made her feel powerful, and power, Nora realized, was almost as good as sex. She contemplated Kyle watching as Rolfie fucked her. Imagining him wanting her even as another man had her was exciting. Her own desires began to stir again, and she murmured.
Rolf's hands had finally departed her bosom, which felt firmer as his fingers moved away to slide over her belly. Tonight she possessed a belly only slightly rounded, and not pulled out of shape by childbirth and too many years of comfort eating. The pressure of his facile hands was stimulating, particularly when he pressed the heel of one palm down on her pubic bone. A jolt of sensation shot through her, and her eyes flew open. "Oh!"
"Eyes closed!" he ordered her sharply. "You don't want to look. Just sense, sweetie." He cupped her cunt with the same hand. His fingers played gently with her labia, rubbing oil into the twin lower lips with a light touch. A finger slipped between her moist nether lips,