Nice Couples Do

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A sensualists' delight, Nice Couples Do - How to Turn Your Secret Dreams into Sensational Sex is a delightful combination of highly erotic stories and solid advice from a forthright woman who's been there, done that. It leads the way to sexual adventures that couples may have fantasized about but haven't had the courage or communication skills to try.

The book is filled with frank and useful advice for pleasure-seeking consenting adults and delicious erotic fantasies to help you and your partner communicate.

Nice Couples Do is guaranteed to recharge a relationship that could use a spark, or to make an already satisfying relationship even hotter!

There is a chapter in Nice Couples Do, on massage. Here's the erotic tale that forms the main part of that chapter.

Cory's Story

Cory loved women. He loved to talk to them, to look at them, but most of all he liked to touch them. From the moment he was old enough to know what a masseur was, he knew that was all he ever wanted to be.

Cory graduated from high school and then spent several years taking courses in massage. He traveled to Europe and Asia and studied with experts in the field. All the while, he practiced his art, earning money by giving massages. He developed strong, sinewy forearms and satiny soft skin on his hands.

In all that time, he never violated his massage ethics. His massages were always professional. His face was immobile while he stroked and kneaded the firm flash of his female clients, never letting his hands move in an erotic manner.

Of course, Cory massaged men, too, but their skin was never as soft and their bodies were never as beautiful as those of his female clients.

And they always smelled so wonderful. He used scented massage oil, perfumed with essences of exotic flowers and spices that he had collected on his travels. He had blended special scents for many of his regular customers and sometimes, late as night, he would uncork a bottle of oil and it would bring back the feel of some particular woman's skin.

Cory's attitude toward erotic massage changed one afternoon, and it was Lilia that changed it.

Lilia had been introduced to Cory by another of his customers and she had been coming to him once a week for several months. She had skin the color of light coffee, smooth and without a blemish. Her legs were long, her stomach flat, and her flesh firm and supple to his touch. Her small breasts were tipped with large dark brown areolas and constantly erect nipples.

A few days earlier, Cory had completed weeks of work on a special scent for Lilia. It smelled of cactus flowers and sagebrush and reminded him of dark nights and a silent desert. That afternoon, as he rubbed her back, he could almost feel the cool of the desert night. He closed his eyes and floated on the desert breeze as his hands pressed and kneaded, loosening all the muscles in Lilia's beautiful shoulders and neck.

She had been facedown for almost an hour before he sighed and whispered, "Turn over."

Lilia stretched and, with sensuous catlike movements, turned over. As usual, she was totally naked, but Cory didn't notice. His appreciation of women was centered in his hands. When she settled on her back, Cory poured a small pool of oil in his palm and slathered it over both of his hands.

He started by spreading oil in her feet and then he rubbed and pulled at each toe. He dug his fingers in at the base of her toes and into the arch of her foot. He felt rather than heard her purr.

He worked his way up her legs, rubbing her calves and thighs. He took ten minutes to make his way up to her belly. Then he touched her breasts. She lay completely relaxed with her arms at her sides as he slid his fingers over the flesh around her nipples.

"Why do you never touch my nipples?" Lilia said suddenly.

"It isn't professional," he said flatly.

"What if I asked you to? What if I asked you to touch me all over?"

His hands continued to caress her. He would love to touch her intimately, but it wasn't proper. Was it?

"Would you like me to touch you that way?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lilia's eyes opened and she gazed at him. "I would like that very much," she whispered. "I would like to give my body up to you so you can make love to me with those wonderful hands of yours."

Cory hesitated. He absently fondled Lilia's breasts, undecided. He wanted to do as she wished, but the ethics of his profession prevented him from doing so. A war raged within him while Lilia lay, eyes closed, totally relaxed. It was several minutes before he finally decided. His fingers danced over her breasts, then moved toward their darker-colored center. He pulled up on the erect tissue and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure.

His enjoyment of the feel of her flash under his hands was suddenly totally different. He knew that he was giving her pleasure of a new kind. He was making love to her with his hands.

He worked his way back down to her belly, pressing spots he had learned about from a master in Europe. He remembered the massage master's words.

"These pressure points I am going to show you are to be used only with a woman and then only if you have a desire to excite her sexually. They will give her tremendous pleasure, but they will create great hunger, as well. If you touch her in the way I will show you, you must be ready to complete the task, to show her the ultimate pleasure of orgasm with your hands."

He had watched and learned, mastering the techniques so he could pleasure his wife or lover. He had never thought to use them on his clients.

He used them now, however. He dug his thumb deep into a special spot on Lilia's lower belly and heard her gasp. Then he reached deep down with the knuckle of his index finger, pressing on a particular location. He slid his hands around her waist and manipulated the bones in the small of her back.

Lilia's moans were almost continuous now, and her thighs were parted, inviting his fingers to enter the forbidden zone between. If he had had any doubts about erotic massage, they vanished with the first brush of his fingertips over the curls between her legs.

He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and pushed on the bone beneath. He felt her hips press upward and her back arch. He was in heaven.

He kept rubbing with one hand while he reached for the oil with the other. He took the bottle and poured a slow trickle of oil onto Lilia's pubic mound and watched it flow into her wet vaginal folds. His fingers followed.

He carefully explored every crease and massaged her hot, swollen skin. She reached out, pulled his wrist, and tried to press his fingers into her wide opening.

"You're making me so hot," Lilia whispered.

"Be patient. Let me use my hands to give you pleasure like you've never had before. Surrender your body, your pleasure to me." He knew he wanted that as he had never wanted anything.

Her hand fell back to her side and she took a deep, shuddering breath.

Cory rubbed the oil into her clitoris, massaging and squeezing her. Then he teased her opening with the tips of his fingers. He pulled at her inner lips with one hand while the other caressed the seldom-touched flesh inside.

Her hips thrust upward, trying to catch his fingers and pull them inside.

"Yes, little one," he said hoarsely. "I know how much you want me. And you shall have me, right now."

On the word now, Cory thrust three fingers inside of her, filling her cunt. He pulled back and thrust again. He fucked her with his fingers while he massaged her clit with the other hand.

She screamed as she climaxed and writhed against his hands.

Still breathing heavily, Lilia smiled up at him. "Thank you, Cory. That was so beautiful. You have truly magic hands."

A large grin split Cory's face. "I'm so glad I could give you pleasure. Thank you for helping me understand that it's all right to make love to you."

Lilia smiled back at him and sat up. "Do we still have an appointment next week?"

He helped her down from the table and into her robe. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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