When we talk about generating force in a massage we talk about how much pressure we push down with as we move our hands around. Now allot of inexperienced people will try and use their arms, it's natural especially for westerners to attempt to use the muscles in their arms to generate the power for their massage, however this is very inefficient.
Think of it like this an average massage stroke is maybe 10-20lbs and lasts maybe 10seconds, that's 200lbs of force over 1 second, or the equivalent of picking up a human being for 1 second, and with massages consisting of hundreds of strokes and intermediate movements, the amount of force and repetition of it is just something arms aren't designed to do. (And yes that was a little bit of sillyness and the world doesn't work that way but it gets the point across.)
So the question then becomes how do we gain force to put into our massages, especially if the person we are with likes firm massages. Well the simple answer is, from gravity, that all pervasive force. When we want to add force to a massage rather than "pushing down" without muscles we lean over the top of the person and put our centre of balance more over our hands, adding the weight of our body behind the massage. This means we don't use our muscles to add force and means we can go allot longer without getting tired.
Differing body positions can be used to allow more of the body weight to be put into a massage easing allot of the effort off the arms, kneeling on a bed beside a laying down victim is one of the best, as you can adjust from a sitting position (karate call it Seiza) to a all fours position and adjust the amount of weight behind the massage the same way.
So onto the fiction.
One night of touch.
Soft sheets covered the deep bed as Samantha slid onto it, feeling the mattress give beneath her, she grinned and ran her fingers of the smooth cool fabric. Sliding over till she was in the centre of the bed she couldn't fight be the slight giggle at the oddly and slightly suggestively arranged pillows. She quirked an eyebrow back over her shoulder at the young man standing by the bedside table.
"Just what did you have in mind for me then?" she said with a laugh poorly hidden in her voice.
The pillows were arranged down the length of the bed, with a folded pillow near the centre and one near the foot of the bed, facing towards the television stand on the other side of the room.
The young man chuckled and ran a hand through his short hair, "Oh that, well if you'd prefer the pillows be put to other uses that's fine, but for now why don't you lay down and I'll give you that massage I promised."
Samantha chuckled and slipped over to the pillows she lay down across them, one of the folded pillows pressed into her stomach from the base of her ribs to her hips, and the other one was in the right place to rest her shoulders and head on it. She smirked to herself, because the pillow arrangement kept any pressure off her breasts. "You've done this before..." she said teasingly as the lights in the room slowly dimmed down to a soft half light.
"Of course," a little chuckle was in the mans voice as he climbed onto the bed, making the mattress dip, Samantha didn't even have to look to feel him crawl over the bed to kneel down beside her. He still had that amused smirk in his voice as he said "Oh wait, is this your first time? Hehe, am I going to take your massage virginity...?"
Samantha's cheeks turned a little red in the half light and she laughed, "Oh shut up,"
"That's a yes," laughed the young man as he slowly hooked his hands into the back of her t-shirt and eased it up. Samantha pushed her body up on her arms so the T-shirt could be squirmed over her head and down her arms, leaving her in a black silk bra that clung to her body. As she lay back down the coolness of the pillows hit her bare skin and made a little thrill of cold shiver through her body.
"Fuck you!" Samatha said without any hint of anger in her voice as she felt a pair of soft cold hands brush lightly down her back and unclasp her bra gently, laying apart the straps to expose her back completely.
"Let's start with the massage and see where we go from there," the young man said with almost a purr of pleasure in his voice.
Samantha felt a sudden wet chill run down her back, following the line of her spine, she sudden ice cold line caused her back to arch and a gasp to escape her mouth. Laughter from behind her made her squirm and begin to turn but a gentle hand on her shoulder kept her face down on the bed. "Whoops silly me, didn't warm it up first." Came the teasing voice from behind her as a pair of hands began to spread the smooth thin oil across her back warming it with the slow light touch of the warm fingertips.
The bed dipped slightly under Samantha as the man moved closer to her, one knee brushing against her side as he knelt as close to her as he could get. Fingers stroked up her back and curled over her shoulders, fingertips brushing her collar bones as a pair of thumbs pressed down into the muscles of her neck, small circles began light, then more firmly as the thumbs worked themselves deeply into the muscles of her neck.
Before long Samantha found it hard to hold her head up, then the thumbs began to stroke long lines from the edge of her neck to her shoulder, following the line of the muscles and making them relax even more till her head was resting lightly on the pillow infront of her, and a soft warm moan of pleasure slid from her lips.
The thumbs slipped down tracing down either side of her spine till the fingers replaced them, running across the muscles in her neck. But they didn't stop at her shoulders like the thumbs, instead the finger tips turned on her shoulders and dragged down at an angel over her back, pressing lightly into her back muscles, as they reached her spine the fingers seemed to melt aside for the palms of his hands.
His palms pressed firmly to her back more pressure than the fingers as they slid over the warm oil that coated her back in thin film, the pressure traced the route of his fingers back up to her shoulders, then his hands rolled back up onto his fingers and slid down over her muscles again, this time as his fingers moved they pressed in deep and separate, each finger describing a little circle over and over as it danced towards her spine.
She felt his weight shift, felt his weight press her down into the bed as he rested the heels of his palms on her back and began to work slowly lower with greater pressure, working down over her lower back his hands pressed in firmly and stroked down slowly before pressing back up to her lower ribs, again he dragged his hands firmly down her lower back and turning his hands at the last moment dippied his fingers into the top of her loose trousers. "Hey!" Samatha yelped lifting her head up.
"What, I'm just being thorough," the young man said with a poor attempt at an innocent voice, his hands slipping back out of her trousers and returning to her back, this time his hands rolled up onto his first knuckles, then rolling down to the second, then the third knuckle, and his hands slid back to the first knuckle, his hands rolling up her back to her shoulders.
She felt his knuckles press into her shoulders, kneading firmly into her shoulders she was gently pressed back down into the pillow, her muscles in her neck relaxing again as she settled back down onto the pillow after the cheeky bastard had teased her.
She could hear the young man's breaths, slow and calm and oddly focused as she felt his hands work over her back, they seemed to trace oddly accurate patterns as they chased the tension from muscle to muscle, each hand almost a perfect mirror of the other as his hands moved onto their finger tips back pressed firmly into her back over the strong muscles of her shoulders, fingertips pressed into her back, circling and tracing over the muscle as the massage pressed deeper and deeper into her back, dragging away tension, and strength and even the willingness of the muscle to do anything. Samantha started to feel like her back was already half asleep and she closed her eye as she felt the hands and heavenly fingertips move on to another part of her back.
Samantha's arms slid under the pillow below her head and she pressed herself down into the mattress as the young man's hands, soft and warm pressed over her back, fingertips danced circles over her body, and palms pressed deep and slow into her back, knuckles nuzzled pressure deeper than anything else and forced the tension from her body.
As time drifted past she felt her body relax all over and she felt the bed shift, she didn't sit up her squirm as she felt the young man settled across her hips, resting his weight gently across her legs just below her backside, he must have been leant forwards on all fours because his hands were rubbing her shoulders, thumbs pressed into her neck and fingers into the curve of her shoulder.
Warm slow breaths brushed Samantha's neck from behind as the fingers pushed deeper, more firmly, then a pair of soft warm lips brushed on the back of her neck. The finger tips pushing hard into her back seemed to race the lips as both worked slowly down her back, fingers pushing into her muscles as the soft lips brushed a trail of gentle little kissed down her spine.
Samantha began to drift in and out of the massage, now the hands were pushing against her sides, working into her body, fingertips pressing too deep to tickle. Then the hands were palm down on her back pushing slowly towards her shoulders. Then they were on the small of her back, fingers tracing the lines of her body. Then knuckles were crawling up her back forcing the pressure of the massage deep into her body.
The lips as well drifted into the massage time to time, the brush of soft warm lips on the back of a neck, on her spine, against the curl of her shoulder. In the edge of her mind she could feel the pressure of his weight on her legs, feel the warmth in his thighs and the presence of his body over hers, never low enough to touch but close to her as he leant in during the massage.
The world seemed to drift away from Samantha as her body unwound into a pool of deeply pressed relaxation beneath the young man's hands and Samantha lost track of time. After a while Samantha thought for a moment and realised the young man kneeling across her back was humming softly to himself, a slow soft happy little tuneless hum that seemed to undulate and dance with his massage as his hands and fingers did as they pleased to her back.
Again Samantha drifted away and returned to feel hands on her legs. Her soft trousers lay beside her on the bed, folded neatly and the soft hum was coming from by her feet, the pressure gone from her thighs, she felt the hands working over her thighs, down her legs to her calfs. The familiar feeling of the boys massage filled her legs as the finger tips pressed into her muscles, circling, and following lines, then palms pressed in and stretched up her legs. She let out a soft little moan, and couldn't find it in herself to be angry that he'd crept from her back, one part of her mind might even have realised what he was doing at the time, but it didn't matter her legs felt like jelly beneath his hands.
Although Samantha was rather happy he hand left her underwear in place, she also felt a little amusement, "A girl at your mercy and you don't even try to get me naked?" she asked in a slow soft voice as she snuggled down against the pillows.
"Not yet," he said with a soft of abscent minded surety, "I'll wait till your even more relaxed then I'll make my move."
"Mmmm you do that." Samantha said softly, her voice almost a liquid purr as her feet arched into the working of his thumbs, the thumbs of his hands pressing into her feet, tracing over tendons, softening them gently and working into her feet. She felt his thighs under her shin as he slid his leg beneath hers and rested her foot in the perfect place to work out every curl of tension in her delicate feet.
As his hands worked from one foot to the other and then began to creep back up her legs Samantha closed her eyes and pretended to drift back into sleep, she slowed her breathing and calmed let his massage was over her. She felt his fingers brush across her backside, drifting over the soft silk of her panties, and hid the smirk she had on her lips.
She peaked out of one eye at the clock, it'd taken him just over three hours of massaging, which explained why her whole body felt reluctant to do anything so much as move, but finally he was being the horny young man she had expected.
She felt his lips on the base of her spine and his finger tips drift into her panties, she felt them slide down and lifted her hips almost instinctively to make it easier. The young man chuckled and kissed her backside softly, a gentle brush on each cheek, and his voice breathed out over her backside, "Well you're not asleep but that's ok I guess."
"Perverrrrt" she breathed and squirmed her hips as she felt his hands stroke over her backside and down between her thighs, gentle brushing along her inner thighs, she felt his body pushed lightly on her calves as he lay down over her lower legs and kissed at her inner thighs, brushing his lips across her skin as his fingers crept slowly beneath her, one hand lay against her folds, fingers curling up to stroke over her mons.
His fingertips scrapped down her mons and gently parted her folds, one finger curled a slow circle over her clit at the same time Samantha felt his lips again, brushing softly at the inner edge of her thighs. "mmph, We should make that easier." She murmured and with an effort that seemed truly titanic after the relaxing effect of the massage she slowly rolled over on the pillows till she was on her back.
Her hips were resting on one of the folded pillows and lifted ever so slightly up, as her head rested on the other pillow comfortably, the unfolded pillow between letting her body slip lower than her hips, and she smirked. "Explains the pillows."
"Just a happy coincidence," the young man said with a smile as he returned slowly to laying down over her legs.
"Liar," she almost purred as her legs slid slightly apart, his hands rested on her knees and she felt his lips brush her folds gently, he kissed up her folds till his lips pressed to her mons, and his tongue began to trace little patterns across it. "Mmph stop teasing," she whispered and her hand pressed lazily on the top of his head.
He smirked and eased down with her push till she could feel his lips kissing over her clit, his tongue pressed under her clit hood and lapped softly, warm wet tongue curling gently across sensitive skin and sending a chill of tingling nerves up her half sleeping body. She lay still and felt his tongue explore as it brushed and nuzzled against her gently, then his lips were curling across her clit, a gently pressure from all around as his tongue nuzzle to her clits tip.
Her body couldn't even find the strength to arch as his fingers slid between her folds, long fingers slid into her body, her walls parted slowly around his fingers as he slid them deeper. She felt his fingers curl upwards inside her pressing to the underside of her clit, his lips and tongue pushing from the other side, trapping the sensitive flesh as he kissed deeply against her.
It was a rare and strange feeling to be so relaxed she could barely gain the strength to squirm, while at the same time her body tingled with the pleasure, his tongue lapped at her clit as he slowly began to move his fingers within her. She felt his fingers move almost agonisingly slowly, but it seemed to fit with the complete relaxation in her body, and his fingers traced through her walls with extremely gentle movements. His tongue brushed lightly and she felt his lips kissing again and again at her most sensitive flesh.
The constant gentle touch, never began more urgent or insistent, but continued to be slow and soft. She felt her body grow tighter round his fingers, but disconnected from the rest of her. Her thighs didn't tense, her stomach didn't tighten, but still she felt it building, a tingling pressure completely disconnected from the rest of her, but filling her body with that same insistent, needy glow.
His lips were squeezing around her clit, she felt his tongue lapping at her within his mouth. She could feel his fingers buried deep inside her, curled up against her wall, pressing against her, massaging small circles within her.
Her orgasm came slow and gentle a building shiver of pleasure that filled her insides and left her with eyes closed moaning softly and panting lightly. Her hips twitched but the rest of her body couldn't find the strength to respond as her orgasm chilled through her, her walls quivering over his fingers.
She smiled and lay back as he slipped his fingers free, she felt the bed shift and his lips brushed against her face. "You're bad," she mumbled as he stroked a hand gently along her cheek.
She felt a blanket laid across her as she lay on the bed, the tingling afterglow of her orgasm was pushing her even closer to complete relaxation and she was thankful for the blanket. She felt the bed shift beside her and an arm curl over her body from the side, she just barely managed to take hold of the arm across her stomach gently with one hand before her mind drifted away into a sleep filled with dreams of a slow tingling pleasure and gentle brush of lips of half asleep skin.
I may have gotten a bit carried away with the story, hehe.
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