A Mighty Mouse Massage

"Phew" she grunted as they hit a tender spot.

"It's still inflamed, but this session of sonic heat should fix that," he explained. "Does it hurt anywhere else?"

"Yes more round by my hip."

"Here?" he asked slipping his hand slightly under the robe and pushing into the swell of one of the cheeks of her bottom near to the rear of her hip joint.

"Just a little lower," Christina replied feeling a rush of heat as his hand slid down her bottom a little and pressed against the cotton of her panties.

"Yes there, right there," she said as his fingers probed at the painful spot.

To get there Luke had to pull the edge of the gown further down. He felt a touch of disappointment but couldn't help smiling when he saw the full panties. He pushed the elastic waistband down a little with the side of his hand so that his fingers could investigate the spot she'd identified. It was all he could do to resist pulling the full garment down further, he realised, as he ran his hand over the top of the truly, beautifully rounded buttocks.

"Ok that's normal," he told her removing his hands, somewhat reluctantly and replacing the robe. "We'll get some ultra sound on it, that'll sort it."

He wheeled the two electronic devices over to where Christina was lying on the table. With hands that were almost shaking, he smeared some jelly around the pulled muscle and fixed three electrodes to her skin carefully pressing the sticky tape against her flesh. Rolling the robe down a little he muttered. "Right let's get some heat to this place as well."

Then with hands that now were visibly shaking he took hold of the waist-band of her knickers and slowly rolled them downwards. As he did he saw the beautiful contours of her arse and the beginning of the crease between the symmetrical cheeks. Gulping as he realised that he had rolled the elastic down further than was really necessary he daubed some jelly on the mound and then attached two more electrodes.

"There that should do it," he added replacing the robe over her now half bared bottom and leaving the room after clicking the machine on.

He went out to the car park to write up her notes. Although he'd officially given up smoking he felt a strong need to have one and he retrieved the pack he kept in his car for emergencies. And this he knew as he puffed furiously on the Marlboro Gold was a full-scale emergency. He had come so close to caressing her arse. So near to letting his fingers slither into the crack between the rounded mounds and he was frightened. 'How the fuck can I massage her?' he asked himself lighting a fresh cigarette from the butt of the first one.

The heat and the slight stretching and contracting of the muscle was not unpleasant. It hurt a little now and then and the warmth was beginning to build up, but it was nothing to complain about and Christina lay there fairly relaxed. Well fairly relaxed about the treatment she acknowledged, but not, she equally realised, about him. She had thought that this time, now she was more used to it, she would not have a problem, that her mind would not wander off onto erotic topics and that she would not feel any arousal. 'How wrong had that been?' she thought. The feelings that had rushed through her the first time he had rolled the top of her panties down had been bad enough, but they were nothing compared to those she experienced when he did it the second time to attach the electrodes to her buttocks. Then immediately she felt a surge of warmth wallop her at the base of her stomach. It was so powerful, a real jolt, almost like an electric shock. 'More pronounced' she smiled to herself. 'Than from the fucking sonar heat machine!'

'Oh shit he's rolling my knickers down, he's looking at my bum and he's touching it' she thought as his soft hands did the work they needed to do. She assumed he was thinking 'all in a day's work' and 'nothing at all out of the ordinary.' To her, though, it was far from that and her mind and body responded to the erotic visions his action had conjured up. And that was for him to continue pulling the waist-band down. For him not to stop when he had reached the point where he could attach the electrode. For him to rip her panties off and shove his hand between her legs and soothe the quite acute ache that was building up in her pussy.

Waiting in the general office for the faradic and the deep heat to finish Luke was a bundle of nerves and twice made mistakes when talking to the receptionist.

"You all right Luke?" she asked him smiling in a way that made him think that she could tell what was going on inside him.

"Sure, just got a lot on my mind," he muttered looking down at Christina's notes to cover his embarrassment.

"Well don't forget Christina in treatment four, she must be about ready for your hands," the middle aged receptionist beamed at him.

"Ok Christina?" Luke said walking back into the room. "Let's get these off you and get the massage going shall we? How's it feel?" he asked removing the electrodes and taking the opportunity to lightly run his fingers across her waist.

"It's loosened up a lot," Christina said feeling his light touch on her back. She felt him fumbling with the robe as he removed that and placed the towel across her hips. She knew that as he did that he would have looked at her panty covered bottom and felt relieved that she had worn 'sensible' ones today. The thought of his eyes on them though did give her a little surge of excitement. 'Oh not again?' she thought to herself as she realised that both her imagination and body were again reacting to the young man and the intimacy of the position of her being nearly naked alone with him.

She was realising that it was not any easier this time. It was not easier to handle. It was not easier to stop her vivid imagination creating the most erotic scenes. No, as his hands glided and probed and pressed her back and then, far worse the cheek of her bottom and the backs of her thighs, her physical and emotional reactions were, if anything, stronger and more graphic than before. She was becoming aroused. She was becoming sexually excited. He was igniting so many flames in her that she feared for her ability to control her reactions. Had she let out a low moan as his fingers touched the edge of the crease of her bottom, she mused? Was that a slight sigh of pleasure as the side of his hand slid almost onto the gusset of her panties, she wondered? Did she squirm her body a little, had she eased her legs open a little more, had her bottom lifted a tad as his fingers sent such searing heat through her? And of course had he noticed? Had he seen the signs? Had he realised just what an effect he was having on her? The thoughts rushing through her mind as her body responded so unfairly to the stimulation were many and varied and she felt embarrassed and concerned at what the young man would think of this older, stupid woman if, indeed, he had noticed them. She wasn't sure that he had for he continued the massage without interrupting the smooth progress of his hands and certainly he said nor did anything to suggest that he was aware that she was 'suffering' so much.

Standing alongside Christina's legs looking down, Luke's throat was dry and his pulses were racing as he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her right buttock. He had pushed both the robe and the waist of her panties down so that he could get to it. He had pushed the elastic further than necessary, further than the peak of the globe, further than the start of the crease between them and further, he acknowledged, than he had any right to push them. He could see the side of the crease as it fell away to become her anus and almost the puckered hole itself. 'If only she would just open her legs a little,' he was thinking as he pressed his fingers onto the mound of sensual flesh, 'I could see her areshole.'

He was going, he was losing it, his body was taking over and directing his mind. His desire, his need, his lust was taking over from his training and from what he knew was sensible and proper. Yes he was now starting to think with his cock not his brain!

"Is this where it hurts Chrissy?" he asked, using the more intimate shortened version of her name, in a voice that he was sure was so tight that it would tell the glorious older woman of his desire for her.

Christina felt his fingers digging into her just a couple of inches from where he'd earlier identified the pain. His voice seemed different, it was deeper and sort of tighter. 'I bet he's worked out that I've become aroused and he's disgusted, or indifferent, probably used to it,' she thought. Then without thinking she raised herself up a little, turned and reaching behind her she put her finger right on the spot on her right buttock where the pain was.

Luke felt a jolt of such severe sexual arousal that he was surprised he didn't react more physically than he did. He knew that his cock twitched and hoped she had not seen that as his eyes feasted on the sight as she lifted herself and turned to point out the exact spot. Raised just enough from the table and turned sufficiently so that her breast was in his view. All of it. The entire fantastic orb hung down from her chest, the pink and hardened nipple grazing against the paper sheet. It looked amazing. It was fuller than he had expected, more voluptuous and shapelier. It was a magnificent breast that he saw hanging there. One that cried out to be cupped in a hand, stroked and weighed. How he so yearned to do just that? He knew that he nearly did it. As his eyes gazed at the sensational and so unexpected, but so welcome sight, so he imagined the feel of that globular flesh in his hand. The fullness, the softness and the warmth. The smooth skin and the soft flesh, the rubbery nipple and its bumpy, pink areola. It was as though he was transfixed. At last, after what seemed to have been an age, but was probably hardly a second, he glanced up and caught Christina's eye. Momentarily they stared at each other. Their eyes locked, but no expression changed on either face.

"It's right there," she said quietly as she laid flat again.

She felt so embarrassed at what she had done as his fingers found the exact spot. She lay there thinking how he had looked at her breast and just knew that she had made a fool of herself for he may well have thought she was coming on to him although, in all truthfulness, it was completely accidental.

He was hard. Stunningly hard. The hardness of a young, virile man in need of relief. It stretched right up his belly vertically straining to reach his navel. Thankful that he was wearing his, slightly, looser track pants he knew, though that if she looked at him she could not have avoided noticing the bulge. It was just too large and too obvious. He concentrated on her legs staying out of her view. He was careful to ensure he did not press too lightly, but could not stop himself from making it more of a strong caress than a medically relevant massage. The feel of her soft flesh and smooth skin was so alluring that he began to doubt seriously his suitability to this profession.

The view he had was incredible. Shapely legs, slightly splayed, the long, blonde tresses tumbling onto her bare shoulders and the table and the squashed, breasts. The mound of her bottom with the panties, that he had not pushed back into place, still half way down it and the start of the crease between them seeming to be beckoning him. It was all getting too much for him. His massaging of her bottom had strayed far too near the crease. His hands had been far too soft on her silken thighs and the edge of them had too many times gone far closer to her pussy than decorum allowed and which medical reasons required.

After 'flashing her tit' at him Christina's imagination had gone into overdrive as he massaged her bottom and then her thighs. Continuously as he did that the warmth of arousal and the tingling, almost itchy, sensations of sexual desire gravitated out from the base of her stomach to fill her breasts. She was bordering on having a climax and had to fight so hard to make sure that no signs of that transmitted itself to him. Several times she had to loosen her grip on the table and force herself to stop her fingernails gripping the table so tightly that it would send signals of her arousal to Luke.

*

As Luke slid the thin, short mini skirt up over the bottom of the girl who was bent over the back of his settee it wasn't her slim, youthful hips that he was grasping. It wasn't her pert, small nippled breasts that he reached round and cupped and pinched. It wasn't her tight, young cunt that he shoved his thick cock into and it wasn't the, almost, boyish arse that gazed up at him as his balls slapped against her thighs. It also was not the nineteen year old would be model he was making love to. No in his mind he was fucking Christina. It was her voluptuous hips, her full thighs and her glorious breasts. It was her wet, bloated lips that he surged between and it was her rounded womanly arse that he squeezed and kneaded. Yes, as he rammed himself, roughly almost and certainly more energetically than the girl expected, in and out of her, it was the woman that he had been massaging this afternoon that in his mind he was fucking.

"I bought you a present James," Christina said to her fifty year old boy-friend as she walked back into their bedroom after a rare evening spent together.

"Oh yes hun what's that?" he asked glancing up from the FT that he was reading in bed.

"This," she said huskily as she let the dressing gown fall open.

"Oh fuck me Christina," James said taking in the black silky thong she had slipped on knowing full well that it would interest him.

Smiling, Christina replied. "That's precisely what I intend to do darling."

She had been tingling with sexual need ever since leaving the clinic. All evening as she had prepared dinner. All the time as they had sat watching TV and more so as they had got ready for an early night. It was unusual, but not unknown, for her to take the initiative in their relationship so James was not unduly surprised. He reacted by pulling her onto the bed on her front and immediately licking and kissing the rounded, full cheeks of her arse between which the slither of black lace disappeared. And Christina got exactly what her body and mind, inflamed by Luke and the erotic implications she had put on the massage, needed so badly. A good, hard fuck that brought her to a panting, noisy and very full orgasm.

*

"I think I need to get you to lay on your front Christina," Luke was saying after he'd massaged her lower back and thighs on her next session. "I need to get to where that group of muscles are attached to the front part of your hip bone," he went on to explain as he laid a towel on the table and discretely turned away.

They had both approached this session with a similar array of emotions. A high degree of trepidation, loads of excitement, fear that they may do something that would severely embarrass them and disappointment that it was the last.

Luke had fiddled or, as he told the reception, rearranged his appointments so that there was an empty one hour slot after Christina. "She has asked for an extra session of faradic," he had explained. "And that may mean I'll overrun the hour." The receptionist told him curtly that meant dead time and Luke made some rather garbled excuse that Ms Hunt was quite prepared to pay for that.

"As this is the last session Christina I think we may need slightly longer than the usual so we can attend to the pain on your hip as well as the core problem," he had said as he got her ready for the electronic treatment.

As he said that her heart beat a little faster for she also wanted to prolong being with him. She readily agreed and they went through the usual routine of him rolling the robe down and examining her back and the point on her bottom. He had pulled the robe down replacing it with the towel that he had taken rather longer to put in place thus, having the chance to look at her panties. They were again white but not made of the drab cotton of last time. This pair were shiny and they clung to the rounded orbs of her bottom. They were much tighter and were cut more acutely so that instead of fully covering each cheek the elastic bisected each one leaving much more of the alluring flesh uncovered. Christina felt the robe being pulled off her as usual, but it seemed much longer before the towel replaced it. She put that down to her imagination. He connected her up to the electrodes and left her for that to do its magic on her although Christina thought that it took far less time than it had on the previous sessions. It had, for Luke had halved the normal twenty minutes.

The usual massage on her back and thighs had been even more excruciatingly arousing for Christina and worrying and frustrating for Luke. She had been unable to stop her imagination creating the most graphically rude scenes as she lay there her eyes tightly closed as his hands glided up and down her opened legs. Luke had to struggle to control himself more than he had ever done before as his fingers slid up and down her thighs going ever nearer to the edge of the towel. Closer and closer to what lay under it. As Christina imagined them not stopping on one of those upward sweeps so Luke was contemplating slipping his hand right under the towel and pressing them against her panties. As that was happening, both of them were wondering the same thing, were her panties wet and would it show?

Unbeknown to the other, both were wanting the same thing. Each needed a sign, a gesture, a movement, something to tell them that what they were thinking was also what the other was imagining. But neither had the courage to do that. Several times Luke let his hand brush against the edge of the towel pushing it up a little. A couple of time Christina felt the towel move and wondered what might happen next, but nothing did although she guessed that the gusset of her panties might be on show. He could just see folds of her white panties between her legs and momentarily wondered. 'Was that a dampness or the shadows from the folds in the material?'

So as Luke discretely, but very reluctantly turned away pretending to busy himself with her notes, Christina turned over. With the worry of her back this wasn't an easy manoeuvre and to do that she firstly rolled onto her side and then sat up. Her breasts were completely revealed. A part of her wanted him to turn and look at them. A part of her wanted to flaunt them at him. Despite their modest B cup size, she was proud of them. She knew she had good tits. Like many sexually aware, nicely breasted women she also knew that they excited most men and she knew how to use them to their full, attractive and arousing potential. But he didn't even move. 'He's so used to it and what the hell would a young stud want to look at an old bird like me when he can have the sticklike model girls of today?' she thought.

Luke guessed that Christina would be sitting up for a moment for he was aware that anyone with a bad back is very cautious about the way that they move until it is fully cured. In his mind he could see the pink tipped mounds jutting proudly out from her chest and he was so tempted to glance over his shoulder. But he didn't dare do that and instead thought of the view of her right breast at the last session.

She laid back draping the, rather small she noticed, towel across her breasts. 'Christ,' he thought as she turned round. 'Even lying flat they make impressive lumps in the towel, as his eyes roamed over the body for which he so lusted. He felt himself hardening as he wheeled the ultra-heat machine on its trolley alongside the table using it to hide his rapidly growing cock.

Perching himself on the edge of the table and holding the small metal and plastic disc in his hand he explained. "This is ultra-heat Christina. What it does is transmit heat deep into a muscle breaking up any fibroids or dried internal bleeding. It does that by wi fi that links this mouse to the server?"