The Massage (Silver x Scribe)

It was nearing finals season and tensions were high on campus. Angel, being a studious and hardworking student, was no exception. She had taken an overload of classes this semester, and as a result, was more stressed than usual. Her friends had all been worried she'd crack before the exams even started, and so they decided to buy her a weekend getaway at a spa for her birthday, which conveniently happened to be that weekend. It was a getaway just for herself, since they still had a lot more studying to do. She had been reluctant to go at such a pivotal time in the semester, but in the end, her friends convinced her to let her hair down and relax. One weekend wouldn't kill her.

Eventually she gave in, convincing herself it would be rude to deny their thoughtful gesture. On Friday Angel arrived at the Spa and checked in to her room. She had left all her books at home, which at first made her a little agitated, but it forced Angel to immerse herself in the Spa life.

Saturday morning, she had a nice relaxing day planned. Mud bath, hair treatment and facial, followed by a deep tissue massage. By the time of her massage appointment, Angel was feeling nice and relaxed. Her pink-tinted skin, made pale from spending far too many hours in the library and not nearly enough in the sunlight, felt silky smooth. Her long dark wavy brown hair had been treated with moisturizing conditioners and was still up in a tight ballerina bun to keep the product in and let it do it's job.

In the corner of the room, there was a lounging sofa, where Angel had taken a seat, after being told to wait. Her masseuse was running a little late, and the spa had informed her they were trying to find someone else to replace her. They gave her a complimentary bottle of Champagne to relax her as she waited, an put on some nice relaxing music in the room. She waited for what seemed like an hour, finishing off the bottle as she drowsily laid back on the sofa. It was a bit frustrating, especially for someone like Emily who held punctuality in high regard. Thankfully the drink had somewhat relaxed her so she wasn't as upset as she normally would have been. She was afraid at some point she might end up falling asleep and miss her opportunity for the massage, so she decided to climb up on the table and at least that way her new masseur would find her ready.

Putting the empty champagne bottle on the side table next to the lounging sofa she was sitting on, Angel swung her long toned legs -- curtsey of an indoor swim class -- down to the floor and stood up. The champagne and the warmth in the room made her feel a little dizzy, and her legs a little wobbly, but after a few moments of just standing still, Angel eventually got her footing and walked over to the table. She stripped her bathrobe off and placed it on a nearby chair. Grabbing the sheet on the table, she laid face down, placing her head in the hole designated for it on the massage table, and covered her naked body with the sheet, waiting for her massage to begin.

Four footsteps entered the room. Perhaps it was management's way of apologizing for the delay in service with an addtional masseuse? Beautiful sweet music followed, and the lights dimmed. Just out of eye's reach candles were lit, their small white flames silently flickering from virgin white staves. Upon the nearby table was placed a silver tray with glass bottles filled with what must have been oils. As a bottle was lifted, a vanilla scent just barely was discernable within the room.

The massage begun. Her hair was lifted, and gentle fingers soothed the warm oil into the base of her neck. Slow symmetrical circles made their down their way to her shoulders. The careful hands became four, as each pair slowly, thoughtfully, made their way down her shoulders, lightly massaging the oil into her soft skin. Only briefly leaving her skin, the fingertips returned again, anointed anew, as they gently rubbed between the shoulderblades. Firm knuckles kneaded the vertebrae of her spine, a slight pain alternating with the pleasure of tension released. Hands spread with palms then, still symetrically, rubbed the sides of her abdomen, the scented oil permeating her body. As the hands treated her body, the sheet was slowly pulled down, revealing her pale yet beautiful skin.

The hands slowly made their way up her body, to reach her arms. Again, they massaged deeply, removing subtle knots and pains, brought on to her from days and nights of repetitive study. Delicate fingertips massaged her fingers, increasing the bloodflow with insistent, yet diminuitive, circles upon her palms. These circles were reflected in her feet, pressing and massaging the points of revitality of her body. The hands travelled up her calves and thighs, slowly but persistently, slowly pushing up the sheet, until only her bottom was covered.

It had been over an hour since they entered and finally a voice spoke. It was soft and not unpleasant. "Miss, I'm not sure if you were told, but your masseuse is not able to make it today." The voice was of a male. "Myself and my companion are at liberty to provide you additional time, without cost, for the inconvenience." The gentleman held a towel. "You may turn onto your back and I will place this towel on your chest. Or you may lie face down and we will remove the sheet. Would you like us to continue?"

Angel had been vaguely aware of the additional hands rubbing her body. Throughout the massage, her mind was still clouded by the drink and the blissful relaxing feeling of their hands. It was unbelievable. She had never realized just how tense she was until their wonderful hands kneaded away the knots and pain.

"mmm?" She softly moaned when one of the men spoke to her. Angel nodded, when he asked if she knew about her masseuse being unable to make it. Or was it more of a statement? In her present hazy, muddled mind, she couldn't quite tell the difference. "Ok," she responded to what it was he said afterwards.

She slowly spun around, not even registering the fact that her D-cup breasts were uncovered. Normally she was a pretty bashful girl, but at the moment, she was felt so calm it didn't even occur to her to be embarrassed or shy about it. She felt so relaxed, it was almost as if she were melting into the massage table.

An enigmatic smile crept upon the lips of one of the Adonyses, as he gently picked up the towel from the floor and lay them across her breasts. The towel was white, soft, almost silken. He gently moved them back and forth upon her breasts, as if adjusting them. The sensual fabric slid across her nipples, an almost precursor touch to the rest of the massage. His hands caressed the sides of her bosom through the soft towel, then, perhaps reluctantly, left them.

His hands then massaged her forehead. A soft smell of vanilla began to coat her skin, as his fingertips made their way to her temples... her cheekbones... the underside of her jawbone... then finally upon her lips. The taste of the vanilla-scented oil lingered upon her lips, as the fingers almost sought solace between them.

The set of hands left her face, to proceed further downward. Strong fingers pressed against her collarbone, then continued down her arms. Again, he massaged her limbs, down her forearms, finally to the tips of her fingers. Her hands rested near her thighs, and so the gentle fingers pressed lightly against her belly, moving upwards, stroking every single line along her ribcage, to gently cup her breasts.

Meanwhile, the other set of hands softly rubbed her feet. Thumbs pressed on her soles, fingertips on the tops of her feet. The hands slowly crept up her body, massaging the calves again, and then pressing into her outer thighs. Kneading gently underneath the towel, the fingers found themselves against her inner thighs, subtly guiding her legs apart.

The towels, of course, found themselves on the floor, as the music gently played.

The towel on her skin as slipped along her flesh, made her nipples harden from the soft feel of the fabric."mmmm" Angel moaned, her eyes closing shut as she enjoyed the sensation of the two men's hands all over her body. It felt so good, almost sensual, as they rubbed and kneaded her tired and achy muscles. "mmmm oh yes." she moaned, unaware of how erotic that might have come off, licking her lips as she savored the feeling of the two men's skillful hands on her body.

As her tongue ran across her mouth, she could taste the faint vanilla flavor left on her lips. It was intoxicating. Everything became dreamy. Even when the towels slipped off, or her legs began to be spread and her breasts cupped, it all seemed so natural; so pleasurable. "mmmmm yeah, right there," she moaned, as the hands continued to find all the right places.

The soft moans emitting from her lips gave an enigmatic smile to her two masseuers. The hands that subtly drifted off the satiny towel from her breasts were more exploratory now, rubbing her soft breasts into firmness, and gently pinching her hardening nipples. The thumbs and knuckles would occasionally massager her pecs, but, more often than not, they cupped and played with her wide bosom. Her chest smelled of vanilla oil, as the room seemed to become warmer. And the hands near her thighs began to linger and stay longer between her legs. Scented oil was applied again, in an outward motion that gradually spread her legs further apart. Thumbs slowly massaged her thigh muscles, but gradually made their way closer to the borders of her sex, lingering to gently tease and spread her beautiful orchid. Eventually, her soft moaning lips were met with lips of one of her attendees. The kiss was light, demure, but slowly, a tongue traced the outline of her mouth, teasing her with a suggestion of what was to come. Her other masseur, perhaps emboldend, was now blowing a soft breeze across her sex, and gently flicking his tongue up and down her slit.

Angel was surprised. Surprised at the man who was kissing her lips. Surprised, even more, at the man who was licking her slit. In the back of her mind she had thought it was strange that their hands had trailed a little further than what was customary for a massage, but she hadn't really minded. Her rational 'proper' self was telling her to put a stop to it right there and then. But the warm, sensual burning feeling that had been building up in her since the massage began wanted more. It didn't take her long to decide which one to follow, though, when the mouth at her pussy began delving in deeper. As if to indicate her complete compliance and submission, with one more moan, Angel opened her mouth to allow the tongue at her upper lips to enter, and at the same time, spread her legs more. She wanted this. Wanted it badly.

Encouraged and emboldened, the gentleman kissing her lips and massaging her breasts, moved to the side of the table. He looked at her, smiling still, then closed his eyes as he put his mouth upon her bosom, sucking her nipples gently, than harder. Her breasts were delicious, firming with every suck from his mouth. His fingers deftly played with her lips, inviting her to suck them. The smoothness of her lips, the soft touch of them on his fingertips, invited him to suck and lick even more. The man below, meanwhile, had begun to enter her with his mouth. He teased the orchid flesh, flicking his tongue up and down her swollen slit, blowing into her sex. He found her nub, and nibbled it betweeen her teeth. His own hand was stroking his cock, as it became hard and warm within his hand. He moaned lightly into her shaven delightful snatch.

It seemed like a dream. Surreal and unbelievable. But it really was happening, and Angel was enjoying every last bit of it. She sucked on the fingers probing into her mouth, as she spread herself wider for the man at her pussy. It was amazing, having her breasts and her pussy played with after the relaxing and sensual massage the two men had given her. But she wanted more. It was clear they had already cross a line that should have been crossed, what did she really have to lose at this point. "haah haa" she panted, "fuck me!" came out in a tiny yet audible whisper as she looked down upon the two men pleasuring her.


(sorry for the delay... holidays and family, you know...)

"Fuck me"

The two men smiled at each other, as they crept onto the table. One took her legs and parted it, revealing the slick orchid of her own juices and his saliva. The other kneeled just behind her, the towel around his waist touching her head. The man between her legs had his towel on as well, and looked deep into her eyes as he began to slide towards her body. His hand reached underneath the towel, now covering her mons and pussy. He gripped his pole, and slowly moved the head of it up and down her slit, as he emitted a low moan and gracious smile. The other, meanwhile, lifted his towel, and placed it over her head. She could feel the soft texture of the satiny fabric, kissing her cheeks and lips like her new lovers. His own musk wafted gently under the towel. He then proceeded to stroke her face and cheeks with his fingers, gently massaging her face, then forehead. Only then did he produce his cock, not entirely stiff, but definitely aroused. Resting his shaven balls on her lips, he let them descend, as well as his now engorged shaft, rich with blood.

She was putty in their hands. Still a little hazy from the drinking, and the atmosphere in the room, it all felt like a dream to Angel. An erotic, surreal dream.

Despite being a bookish college student, who most people thought to be shy and would never suspect any sort of perverted thought would even enter her mind, Angle had always had a secret fantasy about being with two men at once. Now, of course, it seemed as if her dream were about to come true, and it thrilled her.

As she allowed the two to move her body at their will, Angel realized she hadn't really taken a good look at them. Looking up, she was surprised to see how handsome they were. From there firm, tight bodies and the strong arms that massaged her, she had imagined they would be rugged looking, but they were surprisingly not. Their expressions were soft and inviting; their eyes warm, with a noticeable hint of passion and lust hidden behind them.

Immediately after the man behind her dropped his towel over her face, she knew how it would play out. She licked the balls that rested on her lips, as she eagerly waited for the man between her legs to take her. Reaching up, she gently took hold of the cock hovering over her face. She couldn't wait any longer. Opening her mouth, Angel slowly, almost teasingly, began licking the shaft as she slowly gripped the cock in her tiny hands and stroked it.

The man near Angel's face smiled, as he looked down on her. Soon after placing the towel over her face, he moaned, as her lips took his balls. He moaned louder, as he felt her tongue sliding along his shaft. His cock was stiffening now, precome oozing out of his shaft. He leaned forward, as his cock slid over her tongue and lips.

The other man, now gently, spread her legs, allowing her blooming orchid to come forth. He rubbed the tip of his cock along her slit, its oozing precome, unnecessarily lubricating her swollen snatch. He groaned as he pressed it inward, the head disappearing within her pussy. It began to fill her, his hard thick cock growing and stiffening inside of her. The two men began to pump, their cocks now being massaged by her.