Amanda's Night - Chapter 2

A long time to get this far but...

Chapter Two

Amanda could hear his feet softly padding into the bedroom and felt some trepidation. “OK”, said Charles, “I’ll start on your back with some deep pressure techniques. Let me know if you feel any pain and I’ll ease up.” His firm hands started to knead the muscles groups around her shoulders, spreading across each before working down each side of her spine. The pressure was firm, not unbearably so, but changing. First she felt bony lumps of knuckles twisting into her, strangely not an unpleasant sensation. This morphed into a smoother, longer pressure as his forearms pressed into and up her back. “Mmmm”, she groaned.

“Not too hard?” “No, it’s perfect thanks.” Amanda felt his powerful hands move back and forth; pressing, squeezing, ironing out kinks she didn’t realise were there. Maybe there was something to the extra pressure a man could deliver after all. Certainly the extra strength seemed to deliver a different sensation entirely. His hands moved into a more delicate mode, gently working into her neck and up into her hair. Slow but firm, his fingers produced a blissful tingling sensation across her scalp, up, across and back down her neck. This, she could handle. Perhaps a week’s worth. The softer pressure extended across her left shoulder and down her arm, manipulating each muscle as his hands steadily progressed towards hers. His thumbs and fingers targeted pressure points in her palm, holding it delicately but firmly for what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds. The hands retreated up her arm, crossing her shoulders once again, before repeating the process on her right arm. Amanda felt fully relaxed and loose, as he once again turned his attention to her back.

“You know, I’m not supposed to say, but you really are attractive. Well toned, like something from the early renaissance- the Florence school. Maybe a Filipepi”. Thank you”, she murmured. “I’m surprised you know his real name. Most people just think Botticelli. But I hope you’re not suggesting I have a big bottom”. “Oh no, of course not. It’s wonderful from where I am. It’s just that I love his treatment of the female form – perfectly proportioned. But you are right - a lot of the renaissance images were of girls more, well rounded.” “So, how did you develop this expertise? In art, I mean” she giggled. “I got an art history degree, but couldn’t find a worthwhile job with it and, well, here I am”. “Hmmm, someone’s loss, my gain”, she breathed.

“I’m going to work on your legs now.” She used silence as tacit approval to proceed. Starting again with the left, Charles began to manipulate each toe in turn, before kneading her sole and heel with that familiar thumbs and fingers treatment. His hands moved up to her calf, rotating and massaging the muscle deeply. Slowly, slowly, his hands continued to move, reaching slightly further with each stroke. The sensation was at once firm but delicate as his fingers rolled across the outside of her thigh. A seamless positional change reversed the action, allowing the motion to skirt her inner thigh, moving up gradually from the knee. Amanda was lost in the moment until one finger grazed her labia. An electric charge shot from her loins to the back of her head. What the…? Was that deliberate or accidental? It was just one touch and his hands were moving slowly away, with no change in motion. Had he meant to? Amanda felt a familiar wetness at the thought that it might have been. She squirmed gently, her legs parting slightly as she did so.

Charles seemed oblivious, as his hands reversed the actions she had felt; her thigh, her calf, that exquisite pressure across her left foot as he gently moved his hands to her right. Toes, sole, heel, calf, knee. Time slowed for Amanda as anticipation built. Lower thigh, upper. Outside, change, inside. She couldn’t stand it. One brush, just one. She squirmed again, moving her legs fractionally. Could he tell how wet she was? His hands started to move slowly back down her thigh, stopped, and returned. This time there was no mistake, as a finger traced the length of her slit. She allowed her legs to part just a little more, lifting her bottom slightly at the same time. One finger slid gently into her, probing delicately. So slippery, so deep. It withdrew, twisted and entered her again, in a slow rhythmic motion. “Hmmmmm’, she moaned. “Yesss”. Amanda raised her pert bottom, lifting herself onto her knees, giving him complete access to her.

Another hand joined the first, seeking and finding her hardened clit. Charles slipped a second finger deep into her, as his fingers worked her hot nub, just as her own fingers had done so recently. Amanda pushed against him, increasing the pressure and electricity she felt. God, this was good. She barely noticed as Charles moved again, but soon felt hot breath on her inner thighs. His lips rolled across hers as his fingers slid out of her dripping pussy; his tongue thrusting into her deeper than she thought possible as he drank her sweet juices. She ground herself against his face, willing his tongue into her. He moved his attention to her clit, circling the hot and pea-hard button slowly, pressing his tongue to the tip. Two fingers entered her again, gently fucking. His tongue began to flick Amanda’s clit as his lips closed over it, sucking softly. “That’s it”, she moaned. “Suck me. Suck my clit. Make me cum baby.” Charles plunged his fingers into her as his lips and tongue worked her engorged clit. “Mmmmm yes, harder, do it to me.” Every fibre of her being was focussed on her loins “God , yessss” she whispered, grinding her pussy against his face and fingers. “Do me, do me….” Charles intensified the speed of his tongue on her clit as he rotated his fingers deep inside her.

Faster and faster, his fingers and palm and Amanda’s own thighs were slick with delicious nectar. Amanda could hold no longer; she felt herself slide closer to the brink. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming” she panted, as her body was wracked by spasms of pleasure. “Yes, fuck, yes.” Amanda quivered and moaned softly as her orgasm subsided. Charles slowed and gently slid his fingers from her glistening pussy, caressing her labia softly as he did so. “Mmmmm, that was wonderful.” Amanda turned to face Charles and held his firm body to her breasts. Lifting her head, she whispered close to his ear. “I think I’d like you to fuck me now.’