Night Three of Spring Break
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NOTE TO READERS: This story follows the exploits of characters from two prior stories, ‘Odd (wo)man out’, parts 1 and 2. I recommend reading those first, although this can be read as a standalone story.
The six college students, three girls, three guys, had stayed on campus during Spring break. The mostly empty campus gave them the freedom to do what they wanted. But it also brought boredom, with no classes and most friends gone. The past two days had involved some amusements to ease those boring hours. Amusements as in skinny dipping during a picnic one day and then strip poker the next. (You see a theme, I suspect.) Looking at naked bodies is like eating chocolate. If there isn’t any available, you can do without. However, when the prize is within reach, tempting you, you crave that next bite.
So it was that the group rendezvoused for the third day. After some time chatting and drinking wine, one of the guys, Brad, – trying to sound casual – brought up what he had been contemplating all along.
“Say, I’ve been hearing about this new technique of group massage that’s supposed to free the mind of stress. Great for mediation. Really cool.”
“Yeah? So, what’s it about?” asked Amy.
“It distracts the mind from everyday stresses,” Brad said, “by focusing on the body. Four people pamper one person, as a team. One on each side, the third at the feet and the fourth at the head. They work in concert, so that the body feels sensations of different strengths, and from different angles.”
“A group grope?” Amy asked, with a little well-founded skepticism (or excitement?) after the events of the previous two days.
“No, no, it’s much more focused,” argued Brad.
“Let me guess,” Amy said. “The person has to get naked first, right?”
“Not at all. In the demonstration I saw online, the person kept their underwear kahramanmaraş escort on. Mostly. All very proper.”
No one had a better idea, so it was decided. Amy, the shy girl who had come a long way in a few days, was chosen to be the first subject. She was a trim, curly-haired brunette, with an impish face and pretty smile. With more than a little self-consciousness (cute on her), she pulled off her t-shirt, revealing a frilly push-up bra that caused her breasts to swell out of the top. Her nipples were visible through the fabric. Her slacks were the next to go. As she bent over to free them from her feet, her firm backside stretched against pink silk panties, to the voyeuristic pleasure of the guys. By popular opinion, her legs and ass were her best assets, tight from her time in high school on the track team. The panties clung snugly to the curves of her mound, the fabric protruding to accommodate the tangle of pubic hair underneath. She climbed onto a massage-style table and lay on her stomach. The others surrounded her.
Brad gave the instructions. “OK, as there are five of us, each leg gets its own massager. You at the feet, start at the calves and press the flesh firmly up to the back of the knees, and return. The ones on the sides massage the back. Billy, you’re at the head, so use your fingers to massage the scalp, neck and shoulders.”
Five sets of hands began to knead the flesh. Amy settled in and gave little moans of pleasure as 50 fingers worked some magic. After a while, Brady redirected the two at the feet.
“Ok, now, firmly massage the feet, pressing along the soles.” Amy had sensitive feet, and she murmured approval as that sensitive (and often overlooked) body part was caressed.
Then Brad, who was on one side, unclasped the bra and let the straps fall away. kastamonu escort Amy turned her head to look up.
“I just loosened it so you’ll get the full benefit,” he said smoothly.
“Okay, now the two of us on the sides will massage the back and middle,” he directed.
The others continued their work, and Brad and one of the women began to firmly press down on the panties covering the buttocks, circling around to the hips. Then their fingers slid under the panties, and massaged the muscles of the backside directly.
Fingers began to tease the insides of the butt cheeks, probing an area normally forbidden but surprisingly sensitive. One finger boldly pressed deep into that hole, prompting Amy to gasp.
“Careful, cowboy,” she said to Brad, accurately guessing he was the one getting a little too personal.
“My bad,” came the apology. The finger withdrew.
Amy moaned as nerve endings were being activated all over her body. Hands pressed firmly downward on her backside, forcing her front to rub against the table. That pressure was welcome, as it relieved some of the tingling she felt building there.
“OK, now flip to your back,” Brad instructed.
As Amy turned over, the unclasped bra fell to the side. She didn’t try to retrieve it, and in a second, she was bare breasted on the table, clad just in her panties.
The two massagers on the sides each took hold of a breast, and Brad poured massage oil on the skin. Kneading the fatty flesh in a circular pattern, they squeezed the nipples, causing Amy to squirm. Those pink buds hardened and extended from the sensation, clearly showing arousal. Meanwhile, the two at the feet were moving up her legs, stopping at the top of the thighs, just short of her groin.
Amy was making little whimpering noises of pleasure. kayseri escort The crew continued the massage, but Brad instructed that no one was to touch the front of the panties – not yet. And then, at his signal, the crew stopped.
“Are you done?” asked Amy.
“Yes,” said Brad. “Are you okay?”
“Are you out of your mind?” she asked. “Are you going to leave me like this? Talk about being teased!”
Brad smiled. He had no intentions of stopping there, but wanted her to beg a little. To give sanction for what was to come next.
“OK, if you insist,” he said, and he turned to the person at Amy’s head.
“Grab her wrists and stretch the arms back alongside her head. Hold her there.”
Then he reached to each side of her panties, and dragged that final piece of clothing down her legs and off.
“You at the feet, take an ankle, and spread the legs apart.”
Amy was now splayed out, naked, exposed, and restrained.
He cupped his hand over her mound and pressed down. He slipped a finger into the vagina, and dragged it upward, rubbing against the clitoris. He slowly rubbed back and forth inside her canal, his finger going deeper with each motion.
Amy bucked on the table, straining against the arms holding her spread-eagled, helpless. As Brad continued to finger her most sensitive part, he motioned to those not holding Amy to resume their work. Those nerve endings on the other parts of her body that had relaxed when the massage paused, now roared back to life. The combination of the full body massage, while the clitoris and the vagina were being excited, caused an overload. Amy climaxed with a loud groan and she thrust her middle upward to meet the hand intruding inside her.
Brad signaled for the crew to stop.
“Are you in the meditative state yet?” he asked, with a smile on his face.
“The only thing I want to meditate about is when do I get my hands on you on this table,” she said with a smile.
They helped Amy up. It was time for some food and drink. They all needed sustenance as the other five were eagerly awaiting their turn. Happily, the night was young and there was a week left of Spring break.
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