The wooden gate slides open and Cat takes a deep breath in. It’s been years since she thought of the possibility of playing with Hugh. He’s standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He has a naturally toned body, surfing will do that to you and Cat loves it. As she grabs her beach bag from the seat and turns around, he’s opening her car door. 

“Hi!” he exclaims as he opens the door. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m so glad we finally got round to this,” she says and grins mischievously. She gets out and they embrace. She smells his cologne and knows it will linger on her clothes for the rest of the day, as a reminder of what is to happen. 

“Come in,” Hugh says as he breaks the embrace. 

Cat walks through the front door, knowing he’s staring at her ass while she walks. Hugh enjoys every single angle of Cat’s body. He’s always made her feel confident and sexy, every curve desired and worshipped. But reality sets in as she enters the living room and sees towels over the L-shaped couch and oil on the coffee table. 

She turns around and nervously giggles. Hugh laughs and says, “Don’t worry, it’s only a massage.” She looks over at the couch again and then at Hugh. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says while smiling. 

Cat knows that Hugh would never do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, but she also knew she wanted this. She’s read and heard stories about erotic massages, and she could not imagine anything better. For once, having someone's attention and hands focused on her body only, no expectation, no reciprocation, just for her to enjoy. 

“No, I want to,” She says confidently. “Can I use your bathroom to just change?”

“Sure,” he says and points to the door close to the braai room. 

Cat walks in and closes the door. She giggles as she recognizes the bathroom from a pic she’s seen of him, well one he took for her. When he said he was cleaning the pool and she wanted to see what a sexy pool boy looked like. She splashes some cool water on her face and gets into her black cozzie. The one he saw the day she tried on a second time at the store, contemplating whether to buy it. Enough cleavage showing to get anyone’s attention with a low cut back to accentuate her curves. One last deep breath and she wraps her swim towel around her and heads out. 

Hugh is standing by the sliding door, leading out to the beautiful garden and splash pool. The hot February day meant the sliding door was open all the way so that the little breeze could come in. 

“I’m ready,” Cat says and Hugh spins around. He looks her up and down, grinning like a school boy who’s girlfriend agreed to him cupping a feel for the first time. 

“Do you want to lie down on your stomach first?” Hugh asks and walks toward the couch. 

Cat smiles and nods, dropping her towel and lying down on the couch. She props her upper body on her elbows and slides each part of her swimsuit down her shoulders, so that there are no flimsy straps in the way of Hugh’s hands. 

Hugh takes some oil into his hands and slowly spreads it in his palms, while admiring her body. Her body reacts to the soft breeze with little goosebumps over her legs, and he feels a twitch in his swim trunks as he prepares for the massage he’s about to give. It’s always been a fantasy, to give a woman a deep and slow massage, with nothing in return. Just serve her body with his hands, and hopefully his mouth, pleasuring her until his name was the last thing uttered from her lips. His train of thought is interrupted by her clearing her throat, making him realise he’s been oiling up his hands for a minute or two now. 

“Oh sorry! I am just admiring the view,” he says while working out his route of massage. 

She laughs and turns her head to the side, her face looking out onto the garden. 

Hugh starts off with her left hand calf and works his hands up and down her soft smooth skin. He can see her eyes close and the goosebumps rise again over her legs, taking it as she’s enjoying his touch. It’s not been long and he moves up to her thighs. He sighs and thinks how he would like to be buried between these thighs. How he would like her to throw her legs over his shoulders and squeeze his head gently between them. He would wrap his arms around the top and pull himself deeper into her, not able to hear her moans but only feel her body react to his tongue. 

Before he knows it, his hand slides in where he wants his head to be, her inner thigh and he hears a soft moan escape her lips. She giggles and he asks whether she’s enjoying the massage. She replies with a long “Yessss.” Her eyes closed and her body relaxing more with each stroke of his hands. He moves away from her inner thighs, leaving her wanting more, and moves up to the crease of her ass. He loves her tiny butt, it’s so cute and he would love to plant soft kisses in that crease. He focuses on working his thumb down the crease and between her legs, feeling her body jolt the first time he does it. Immediately there are goosebumps all over her legs and back, which makes him want to sink his teeth into her skin. Savour the taste and send her body into overdrive. 

He sighs and moves over to her right leg and starts at the calf again. 

“You okay?” she asks with her eyes closed. “Yes, yes.” he says and sighs again. 

Cat turns her head around and props up onto one elbow, her one large breast almost being exposed to his quick eyes. “You sure?” she asks again. 

He looks at her with his light green eyes and she has to do everything she can to not just melt into a puddle on the spot. He smiles softly and says, “I am absolutely amazing. I’m just admiring and savouring how your skin feels, so I can play this back later.”

She giggles and lays her head down again. His hands moving with intention, yet gentle, paying close attention to the way she reacts and adjusting accordingly. 

He moves up to her shoulders, and he can feel how tight they are. He didn’t really think the couch through as he genuinely wants to give her a relaxing massage. He’s not expecting anything to happen. Although they have teased each other relentlessly over the December month, this has always been something he’s wanted to do and he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather want to have this experience with. 

Hugh’s touch starts lessening in pressure and Cat turns her head to look at Hugh. 

“I don’t want to keep asking, because I know I drive people nuts with this, but you okay?” she smiles nervously and tries to make eye contact while his body is over hers. 

“Yes,” he says. “I think maybe…” he trails off in thought. “Can you turn around?” 

They look at each other for a bit, trying to both figure out what Hugh meant. 

“I mean rotate, so that your shoulders are at the bottom, and I can stand over you in the centre, I don’t think it’s gonna work coming in from the side.” he says hoping she understood. 

“Oh!” She exclaims and giggles while she gathers up her swimsuit and covers her breasts and turns around. She sees his eyes darting to her chest, like it did ever so often while they had coffee their second first time. 

“No, no,” she says. “I got to keep your mind focused.” 

Hugh blushes bright red when he realises what she’s insinuating. “Uhm… I wasn’t… I was trying…” and he stops stumbling over his words and grins. “Guilty as charged.”

They both laugh and Cat settles back on her tummy, rolling her swimsuit down and her face looking to the outside again. Hugh takes his place by her head, towering over her and he starts working his oiled up hands down her spine. Cat moans a little as his hands move over her tense shoulders. He starts focusing on one shoulder at a time, trying to bring her some relief. His fingers working on the knots, and Cat moaning a little louder, releasing some pressure in her back. 

“Ah Hugh, this feels so amazing! This is like a spa, except my masseuse is very hot.” She says, imagining him blushing hard. She opens her eyes and sees that his one leg is close to her face, and she starts blowing hot air on his leg. While the massage is absolutely amazing, and she can feel herself relax, there’s another kind of relax and release she could do with. She strains her neck a little to look up at him. He was the kind of guy she would’ve gone for at school, surfer boy looks, blonde hair, toned body, quiet, but naughty. 

Her mind wanders to fantasies she had at school, a morning surf session with her partner, a sneaky fuck in the dunes on the boards, before going home for a shower groping and both heading to their jobs. Coming home to head to sundowners on the beach, followed by sharing an ice cream cone and making out like teenagers in the local roadhouse parking lot. Then who knows what happens at home? But then life happens and you rarely end up having your high school fantasy. 

Hugh has moved down to her lower back, meaning his groin was close to her head and her mind starts to wander again. The wind has settled and it started getting warmer. She can only imagine how warm he was feeling, she’s never known him to wear a shirt at home long anyway, so he must be struggling. 

“Hugh?” She asks and waits for him to reply. 

“Yes?” He asks. “Is the pressure too much?”

“No it’s perfect, really you might have missed your calling. But aren’t you getting hot?” She asks and he stops working on her back. “I’m just thinking the wind has settled down and you’re really working hard. You can take your shirt off if you want?”

Hugh chuckles and thinks for a second. “Oh you don’t want me sweating over you?” He asks.

“Noooooo.” Cat sits up, not caring whether her breasts are showing or not. “I just want you to be comfortable hun. You’re doing all this work and I don’t want it to stop haha. So this is completely for my benefit.”

Hugh didn’t need any encouragement and he slides off his shirt. He tries to not use his oily hands and struggles a bit, giving Cat all the time in the world, to admire that body. Imagining him walking on the beach, surfboard in hand and running his hands through his hair. Cat thinks about how men don’t get enough compliments from women, she often hears men tell her that they love hearing compliments, not hearing it enough. Cat makes the catcalling sound with her mouth, cause she can’t whistle for shit, and she sees his neck turn red as he gets the shirt off his head. 

“You’re one hot man Hugh, just in case I haven’t said it enough.” Cat says, smiling and puts her head back down, not wanting to embarrass him, too much. 

Hugh feels himself blushing, looking down at this woman who just complimented him, knowing how every word she said was always truthful and from the heart. He is glad to have taken off his shirt, feeling that he could cool down a bit more now. He moves his hands to her lower back, working around her back dimples, thinking how cute they look, but he cannot get his mind off the fact that he is so close to her cute little butt. 

He should just slide his hands down all the way and get rid of her swimsuit, so both of them can finally indulge. He fights the urge and lets his fingers just cross the threshold where her lace undies would sit. He’s never known her to not wear them, always happy to snap and send him a naughty pic. Her moans break through his mischievous thoughts and make his pants twitch again. He doesn’t know how much longer he can have this strained feeling in his pants, and her moaning hasn’t made it easier. 

“I think I should turn around.” Cat suggests. “My back feels amazing Hugh, I feel like you really worked on those knots. I don’t want to keep you on my back all day, although it would be the dream.” She giggles at the thought. “Sure.” Hugh says and steps back.

While Cat turns around, Hugh walks to the door to get some fresh air and secretly adjust his pants. He realises he will now have to work very hard at keeping himself contained and focused on not having a raging boner begging to be released. 

“I’m ready,” he hears Cat call him and Hugh turns around. 

“OH!” he exclaims and stops mid turn. Cat lies on her back, her swimsuit pulled all the way down just underneath her belly button and her beautiful breasts are open for his eyes to feast on. 

Hugh gulps, as he takes her body in with his eyes. Cat’s eyes are closed but she can feel his gaze roam her body, she can sense the tension in the air, his desire. Hugh is using every last bit of self control he has to not rush over and take her hardening nipple into his mouth, while his fingers tease and caress the other. He’s fighting the hardening urge in his pants, the urge to lay his growing member against her chest and moan as it's swallowed by her soft breasts. 

He walks back over and sees her grinning. Knowing what effect she has on him, he’s going to try and make her wait for what she really wants. He knows that as much as he wants to caress them slowly, she wants his hands all over her. Making her moan, turning her on with soft touches until she is rushing to release him from his very tight pants. He puts some warm oil on his hands and goes straight for her shoulders, firmly massaging up and down their length.

Cat sighs as she feels his hands working on the last couple of knots. It feels so good, and her body responds with little goosebumps all over her body. It feels even better as his hands move to her chest, and over the goosebumps. Cat anticipates his hands to slide down and massage her breasts, but he resists. She smiles thinking he’s trying to tease her a bit. 

“And that grin?” Hugh asks as his hands move away from her chest to her upper arms. 

“I’m just enjoying your hands. If I knew you were so good, I would have agreed to this long ago.” Cat says with another smile. 

Hugh takes her right hand in his hands and squeezes her palm with both thumbs, she moans and Hugh knows he’s hit the spot. 

“That feels so gooooood.” Cat sighs and shifts on the couch. 

Hugh focusses just below the thumb and Cat lets out another long moan. He smiles, and feels himself hardening again. He wants to make her moan like that in a different way, moan his name as he slides his tongue inside of her wetness.