I was wearing a loose skirt but had taken off my shoes and socks. My legs were bare - no tights or stockings to get in the way. I felt him move further down. He picked up one of my feet. Awesome, I thought - a foot massage! He applied more oil, and he spent a further fifteen minutes on both feet. I was thrilled, my feet tingling with pleasure. Working his way to my ankles, he spent some time massaging them before moving onto my legs. Picking up the bottle of oil, he squirted some more into his hands, before applying it to my legs. Moving from my ankles to my thighs, his strokes were confident and firm, his hands gliding across my firm, gym-toned muscles, making me glad I'd made the effort to workout these past few years. It was definitely paying off.

"You have good muscle tone," he remarked, with interest.

To my surprise, I blushed. "Thanks," I smiled. Wow, this guy was turning me on. Had he even noticed? The way his hands and fingertips felt on my thighs started an ache inside me that had nothing to do with muscle tone and everything to do with what he was doing to me. A desire to get more of him was burning me up. Feeling brazen, I grabbed the hem of my skirt and flung it over my back, exposing my panties and butt. "Here," I announced.

He said nothing but gave a a murmur of approval. Now his oil-covered hands could range the full length of my long, firm legs, right up to my big, round, bubble butt. I felt absolutely ravished by this young man. His palms and thumbs squeezed my glutes, the oil glistening and shining, showing them off to their best advantage. I could feel a burning, smoldering roar between my legs begin to build. I let in a sharp intake of breath as his hands smoothed between my thighs, massaging the inner muscles of my upper legs. "Turn over," he said, presently.