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One More Skill
W hen he’d left Tess’s home several hours ago, she’d been teasing him relentlessly. When he arrived back, not much changed. He let her know when he was leaving Victoria’s place, and it was only starting to get dark when he made it back to his driveway. Waiting, as always, for it to appear safe to slip through Tess’s front door, she picked up right where she’d left off once he found her in her kitchen.
“Did you have an amply good time, Liam?” she asked, wearing a knowing smirk.
He had the decency to feel some heat in his face, though not much. Given that the beautiful brunette standing in front of him was wearing a revealing sports bra, with its zipper pulled down intentionally low, he knew she was looking forward to when he brought his attention to her ample assets. However, he underestimated the full scope of her plan.
“I got completely destroyed in every match, and now I owe Victoria an afternoon of helping her in her garden,” Liam said, sighing loudly. “If you’re really that much better than her, then I have my work cut out for me. It’s going to be forever before I can get my reward from you.”
“That just means you have more time to think about what it is you’ll want.”
“I already know what I want,” he said, approaching Tess purposefully.
“I think I know too,” the gorgeous brunette purred. Yet, right when he entered arm’s reach, she reached behind her back, picked something up off the counter, and tossed it into the air.
Blinking rapidly, Liam cupped his hands together and caught the unexpected object. First, he looked at it. Then he looked at the woman who’d put it there.
Tess smiled at him. “Chess is a wonderful game at broadening the mind, and I’m sure we’ll play plenty of cards on our trip, but there is one other thing that’s guaranteed to happen on a tropical beach.”
“Shouldn’t this be sunscreen then, not massage oil?” Liam asked, nodding at the clear bottle of coconut massage oil resting in his grasp.
“If you’re good with one, you’ll be good with the other,” Tess said. “That is, assuming you want to be the one everyone hopes to be rubbed down by each day.”
His heart spoke for him, skipping a beat before transitioning into an outright dash. Wordlessly, he nodded, thriving on the fantasies coming alive within his mind.
Tess’s voice grew huskier with each word, the dark depths of her blue eyes pulling him in. “Everyone already thinks you’re good with your hands—at least, I do. So, here’s your chance to prove it yet again, and in a way I’m sure will be greatly appreciated.”
“You’re the best,” Liam whispered, a thought made unintentionally manifest.
Tess’s smile widened, and she leaned in to briefly kiss him. “The fact that you think so can be our secret.” She kissed him again, longer, deeper. “Even if it’s a pretty poorly kept one.”
Nodding again, Liam was more than willing to let Tess take him by the hand. He was more than willing to head up her stairs, then deviate to her guestroom, where he found the covers removed, replaced by a few bath towels. He was more than willing to get involved when Tess asked for his help in undressing herself.
“Do you know anything about massages?” she asked, standing so beautifully naked, exquisite from head to toe, that she needed to ask the question again before he registered it.
“Uh, not too much,” he admitted. “I’m guessing that even pressure, circular motions, and not rushing things are pretty important.”
“Just like good foreplay,” Tess said, smiling as she nodded. “Good massage oil, which is what I’ve bought, really tips the scale, too. Candles for aromatherapy, lighting, and even music can also help, but we won’t worry about those just yet.”
“So, you were a bartender back in school, but you also occasionally moonlighted as a masseuse?” Liam asked.
“No, but I had a close friend who became a masseuse, and I let her practice on me plenty,” Tess said. Before he could reply, she leaned in and set her lips against his ear. “It is my hope that I’ll soon be dating a great masseuse.”
Stiffening in all the right places, Liam maneuvered his mouth into the crook of Tess’s neck. She leaned into him, letting him kiss her deeply.
“Between beating you at chess, learning this, and keeping up my card skills, I’m not going to have much free time, am I?”
“I think they’ll all have worthy payoffs,” Tess cooed, running her hand over his growing erection. “Can’t you guess what’ll happen after you're done practicing spreading that oil all over my body?”
“I can,” Liam whispered in a voice cracked with lust.
Pulling back, eyes alight with the same emotion, Tess climbed onto towels sitting on the bed. Electing to start on her back, she positioned herself so that the top of her head aligned with the edge of the bed. Crooking one finger, she guided him into place directly above her head. Staring up at him, she smiled anew.
“Normally, I like to start on my stomach, where you could work on my back and shoulders. But for this, let’s start from the top—my neck—then work all the way down. I remember this stuff pretty well, so we’ll go step by step.”
“Okay,” Liam said, struggling to keep his eyes from wandering lower than her face and neck. Ample, indeed.
“You’ll be using a lot of oil, so don’t worry about using too much. The towels are here for a reason; things will get messy.” She grinned. “Slippery.”
Nodding, Liam set the massage oil on the bed’s nightstand. It had a typical pump top, and he added a plentiful amount to his palm at Tess's instruction.
“Now, spread it well on your hands and fingers. It’ll help warm things up. You can do it over my body; it’ll be fine if some oil falls onto me. Better than on my flooring. I forgot to put towels around the bed for you to stand on.”
Moving in close, hands hovering above Tess’s sublime body, Liam obeyed every morsel of advice she provided. After he finished warming the oil and his, he spent a little longer than was necessary admiring the ridiculously voluptuous woman who was waiting for him to touch every part of her. She allowed him to do so, and once his thirst was slaked, Tess offered him a few suggestions of how to begin.
Starting gently, he placed his hands near the base of her neck. At her beckoning, he used long, gentle strokes to spread the oil over it and her shoulders—Swedish strokes, as they were known. Part of it revolved around keeping his fingers straight and together, not bending them in too much or separating them in a way that might feel unpleasant.
“With every finger but your thumb, you can eventually start to give my neck more pressure, especially higher up,” Tess explained. “You can find the tension, then loosen the muscles—and it’s a good idea for me to lift my head a little for that. When you want to use your thumbs, you can make long, circular motions starting at my neck, then work down to my shoulders.”
He’d traded one gorgeous teacher for another. It’d certainly been a productive day, on numerous fronts. Of the two, he preferred this lesson a little more; he certainly didn’t have to worry about losing quite as much as he had earlier. He also had a more tangible reward to look forward to, and far sooner.
“Good,” Tess murmured, shutting her eyes as she talked him through things. Eventually, she had him bring his hands down to her collarbone and chest. There, his whole hands got involved, kneading the area above her breasts with more circular motions. At Tess’s quick advice, he avoided massaging her collarbone itself, or any bones going forward, places where it’d obviously feel uncomfortable, not pleasant. He ventured back to her neck a few times, with her offering different ways for him to relieve its tension, including how to glide two fingers down the side of her neck after she turned her head to one side.
“Are your fingers feeling alright?” she asked around when he’d gotten about all the advice—the first time receiving it, at least—she had to share about massaging the neck, shoulders, and upper chest area.
“Yeah, they’re fine,” he said, working the gaps above her collarbone.
“And you’re not starting to get bored?”
“No, not even a little,” he answered truthfully. He glanced down at the rest of her body, which wasn’t yet glistening with massage oil. He really didn’t want to stop, but maybe he wasn’t doing as well as he’d been thinking.
Tess sighed, though it sounded joyful, not disappointed. “It’s so wonderful to have someone like you around, Liam. You have no idea how rare you are.”
“Would you explain that to me?” he asked, delighted by the compliment but still confused.
Opening her eyes, she made a face. “‘My fingers are getting tired,’ ‘it’s been twenty minutes, can we move on to having sex?’ You have no idea how often women are used to hearing those sentences. At least one is a little more forgivable than the other, especially if the masseuse is inexperienced. But I suppose you’re already used to using your hands a lot. However, if they do get tired, don’t feel ashamed to bring it up. This is your first time giving a real massage.”
“I’ll let you know,” he promised.
“More oil would be nice, and then you can move to my arms—and then my breasts afterward. But first…” Curling in her finger, she led him to bring his mouth down to hers. Kissing her upside down, their lips remained locked, and his fingers understandably lost a bit of their rhythm.
And then more oil, more teaching, more practice on ramping up the pressure and hitting the right spots—and then he could move to one of the spots he’d really wanted to ensure he got to.
“I have a feeling you’re going to excel at this part,” Tess said, staring up at him with a knowing look.
“I’ve got a little more practice here than I do with the other places,” he agreed, grinning excitably.
“Well, I’ll let the expert show off his skills, then,” Tess said. “But also, I have a little more good news for you. Coconut oil is safe for consumption.”
The second she enunciated that final word, Liam’s gaze snapped to the large breasts waiting for his touch. Ones that would soon glisten. The oil’s scent was already all over the room, so what was a taste or two? Tess hadn’t brought up that fact for no reason.
Heaping more oil onto his hands, he started above her breasts. Working his hands as he’d been instructed, he saw Tess smile and close her eyes again. His fingertips, kept spread straight, pressed into her skin, then met her breasts. He retreated his hands, then sent them a little farther forward on their next approach, like a surf slowly creeping farther and farther up a beach.
Slowly, steadily, he spread the strongly smelling oil across her gorgeous breasts. Their softness, how they so easily absorbed his touch, made him yearn to speed up. Something about them made him want to turn off his brain, lose concentration, and turn primal. Fortunately, he had the experience needed to abstain from that poor choice. He kept at his massage, working with technique and patience to keep Tess’s smile around indefinitely.
Her smile seemed to welcome him to explore as much as he wanted, a right only he possessed. He seized full advantage of Tess’s quiet bliss, and after covering her breasts in oil, he started to rely more on the type of tactics that he knew would make it more difficult for her to stay mute.
Running his fingers down the outsides of her breasts, then gently sweeping them underneath, he listened to Tess’s breathing as it spiked in speed and volume. Sloping his hands back and forth for a few more circuits, his fingertips shifted toward her soaked areolae, where two stiffened points presided at the top of each large mound.
Taking his sweet, sweet time, now not the only one possibly fighting a battle with their own impatience, he alternated how much pressure he provided, usually working up the scale from gentle to moderately intense, then back down. Not one area of Tess’s breasts went untouched, and eventually, he couldn’t resist bringing his fingers together around her slippery nipples.
His fingers? His mouth, too.
With her eyes still closed, she only knew his mouth was hovering above her left nipple when he exhaled hot air upon it. Tess immediately breathed in deeply, then slightly arched up. In response, Liam brought his mouth down.
While coconut wasn’t necessarily his favorite flavor, it hardly mattered in the slightest. He adored the taste, texture, and scents crowding around his mouth and nose. He adored that he could so freely do things like this with the woman he’d loved for years. He adored that she moaned when he began to apply some pressure to her nipple with a soft bite.
He spent as much time on her breasts as Tess let him, which was quite a while, as it would turn out. He had the foresight to work across her sides and stomach on occasion, but could anyone blame him for losing slight focus on the purpose of this massage? Both of them did. Forgot that he was supposed to be learning new skills, not practicing already developed ones.
Tess moaned and squirmed beneath his attention, eventually gasping for him to send at least one of his hands lower. That was when he thought she wanted him to massage her stomach.
“Lower!” she hissed, and he realized where she wanted his slippery touch.
The heat between her legs was intense, and his oiled-up fingertips found her ready and willing for him to leap to the part where he made her climax over and over. Shifting his feet so he could more comfortably attend to her breasts and her soaked pussy, Liam let his adroit fingertips earn him even more euphoric moans, each imbued with gratitude and affection from the woman of his dreams.
Running his fingers across her clit, slipping one inside, then two, then three, he brought Tess to her shuddering zenith, then allowed her a slight reprieve. The look in her eyes, deep oceanic blue made radiant by desire, begged him to go again. Again. Again.
“Fuck, Liammm!” Tess eventually hissed, body trembling as she enjoyed the swirling pulsations of her fourth climax. Reaching with one hand, she grabbed him by the back of his neck, then briefly moved his mouth away from her breasts. Kissing him passionately, she began to quiver again as his fingers returned to work.
When their mouths separated, Tess’s hand didn’t let go. With their noses practically touching, he could stare deep into her eyes—and find the exact emotions he’d dreamed of seeing year after year.
“Liam,” Tess whispered breathily.
“Yes?” he asked, heart racing.
“I feel that we’ve lost focus on the, ahhh, purpose of this lesson.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“No, no, it’s not,” Tess moaned, and he felt her slick walls tighten around his intruding fingers. “Just… hold me to actually giving you the rest of your lesson tomorrow, alright? Also, make me pick a lubricant next time I want your fingers inside of me mid-massage. Coconut oil isn’t necessarily substantiated as a viable replacement for sex.”
“So, what are we going to do for the rest of this night?” he asked, already fully aware of the answer.
“Get your pants off, Liam,” the beautiful professor ordered.
They were off quicker than he could remember removing them, even before Tess shifted around on the bed and spread her legs. He even had time to escape his shirt.
Deep inside of her, feeling every powerful thrust, Tess’s moans grew ever louder. Their slippery bodies left Liam no choice—what a terrible thing—but to let himself become slick with oil as he pounded Tess’s insides. As such, they made a total mess of the towels beneath them. He was on top of her for the first of his climaxes, and she locked him in place with long, supple legs. Cumming intensely inside of her, she lustily called for him to keep pouring out everything he had.
Without practically any break at all, feeling rejuvenated in almost record time, Tess put him on his back for the second round. Pulling his hands up to her slippery tits, she rode him until he could barely see straight. She was approaching double digits before he hit his second climax, leaving them both gasping for air—and something of a break. They didn’t leave the room they were in, even if both their muscles could have benefited from some hydration. It was like a spell sat on the room, compelling them to stay, to gasp for air, then get back to fucking with reckless abandon.
By the time they eventually staggered out of the room, both looking haggard and barely capable of standing, he’d poured himself into her two more times. The hardwood did not get to avoid the mess that came about when he finally unplugged his cock from her pussy. And with how exhausted they were, how in need of a shower their oily bodies were, it became a problem for the next hour.
Eventually, it got cleaned up. Shortly after, some incredibly stained towels found their way to the washer. Two fatigued bodies found some quick sustenance from Tess’s fridge, then curled up on her couch for the rest of the night. Without much more to say, as everything felt like it’d been said with their bodies upstairs, they drifted off to sleep while petting one. Each spent their final thoughts thinking about how lucky they were to have ended up in the house beside the other.