Michelles Massage The Encounter
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Chapter 1
Michelle's lithe little body ached, four hours of gymnastics training had taken their toll. She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, which saturated her hair and soaked the navy blue leotard clinging to her tired form. Her legs where incredibly sore, the muscles tied into knots which any sailor would be envious of. She put her gym tracksuit on over her leotard and tights, and re-tied her hair into a ponytail to keep from having to constantly flick defiant strands out of her face. She left the building, and went over to where her bike was locked up to the rack.
She glared woefully at her bike, as tired as she was it was her way home to a warm shower and bed, but the overcast sky had other plans. A light drizzle fell, threatening to turn into a larger downpour at any moment and add to the tired girl's misery by soaking her to the bone. She went back to the gymnasium and asked her coach if she could use the phone, and was waved through to the back office.
She didn't bother calling her dad, he was at the office all day finishing some piece of work on some project for something. He'd tried to explain it to her before but his work stories always had a tranquilizing effect on the young gymnast. She tried her brother, but Mark's answering machine message just irritated her. Tammy's dad was likewise unavailable. She then rang Kevin at home. Kevin picked up the phone, delighted to hear from her.
"Hey Mickie, what's up?"
"Hey Kev, um this is a really big favour, but can you pick me up from gymnastics? I know it's your day off but it's raining and I'm on my bike."
"Sure, no worries. I'll be there in fifteen."
Michelle went to the vending machine and got a soft drink, and waited under the eaves of the gymnasium for Kev to show up. She blushed a bit at the thought, it was several weeks since their first encounter, and they hadn't seen much of each other since. Finally, Kev's car swung into the parking lot. He opened the rear hatch and folded the back seats down to make room for her bike. He walked over to her.
"Kevin, thanks so much for giving me a lift!"
"No worries, don't blame you with this rain. Hop in I'll get the bike."
She tossed him the keys and watched as he went over, unlocked the bike and picked it up. She was taken in by how easily he could just grab it and carry it over to the open car, her having to wrestle with the weight of it whenever she loaded it. Kev saw too it that it was securely in place. He closed the rear hatch, got into the driver's seat and closed the door. Looking over at her, he saw the wet hair plastered to her head and neck, and the shivering girl clutching herself against the cold. His fingers found the heater control and slid it up to full.
"So Miss, where to?"
"Home, shower, bed, don't care. Ah crap dad's not home. I have to make lunch too."
"I can make you lunch at mine, and I'll drop you off later." he proposed.
Michelle blushed at the thought of going back to Kev's, but a hot lunch sounded too good to pass up. He saw her blush and tense.
"Mickie, we don't have to do anything, you don't have to do anything. Unless you want to. But I meant what I said, just lunch." he said, trying to reassure her.
Michelle nodded, but couldn't resist throwing in a sarcastic aside "There's always dessert."
Kev grinned, slipped the car into gear and made for home.
When they got in, Michelle wearily threw herself down on the couch. "Urggg, I could sleep for a week."
"Just relax, lunch will be ready soon."
He went to the heater and turned it on. Going to the kitchen, he fired up the cooktop, putting some tomato soup on the stove, and sliced some cheese. He put the cheese on slices of bread and put it under the grill. A few minutes later, soup and grilled cheese on toast were ready. He poured two mugs of soup and called over to Michelle.
"Mickie, lunch is ready." he called out, but there was no reply.
He walked over to the couch. "Mickie?"
She was sound asleep, on her side with her hands cutely gathered in front of her. He couldn't help but smile as she snoozed away, totally oblivious to anything. An unruly lock of hair dangled over her cheek. He reached down and gently brushed it away, gazing at her sleeping form, tiny and vulnerable. He gently brushed her cheek to wake her up.
Michelle felt his hand softly make contact with her cheek, which slowly roused her from her nap. She sleepily murmured "Mrffrrg... warm... Kevin?" As she opened her eyes.
"Yeah, lunch is ready."
She slowly unfolded her weary body and made her way over to the table. Regardless of fatigue she was ravenously hungry. She noticed the heater was on, warming the house up and drying their clothes. Michelle felt hot under the tracksuit, so she took it off and placed it neatly next to her gym bag on the floor next to the door. Kev couldn't help but stare as she took it off, and it didn't help that the sweat and rainwater soaked leotard and tights clung to her frame, leaving nothing to imagination. The material was plastered to her, showing off the outline of her firm little breasts, petite waist, and tiny bottom.
They both sat down at the table, where Kev ate his soup and sandwiches at the normal speed, and Michelle tore into them viciously. She washed it down with two glasses of orange juice and laughed out loud at the bemused look Kevin was giving her, only halfway through his own food.
After lunch was done with, they did the dishes - Kev washing and Michelle drying. When everything had been cleaned up, and put away, Michelle leaned forward onto the counter, trying to work the kinks and soreness that the gymnastics had produced out of her back. Kev couldn't help but noticed the actions of her spinal adjustment and the way it made her butt move around. He heard a slight pop as her back cracked and Michelle sighed, there was something oddly satisfying about cracking a sore back or neck, but it didn't do much for the muscular pain. Usually, she had her father or Tammy or her brother around to press a hand into her spine and alleviate the tension, and she didn't know if Kev was willing to.
"Kev?"
"Yeah."
"Can you um, like dig your hand in to my back, right in the middle."
She tensed up more as his hand made contact, and applied pressure to her back.
"Urgg, good, lower down, press harder... yeah, just keep applying pressure."
Michelle could feel the knots in her little back starting to work themselves out, and it was an odd mixture of soreness, and release of stress. Kev wasn't in any doubt either, the poor girl's back was a maelstrom of athletic tension.
"God Mickie, you're really tense. What the hell happened to you?"
Mickie explained, interrupted by the occasional gasp as he dug his hand into her back.
"I twisted it... on a beam exercise... I tried to rebalance but I fell off and twisted my back. It's not the first time, won't be the last. I need one of those swiss massage people or something."
"My ex-girlfriend was studying physiotherapy," he said. "I picked up a few techniques from her. Want me to give it a try on you?"
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Sure. Go lie down on my bed on your stomach, get comfortable."
"If it's all the same, I might have a shower first. Four hours of gymnastics I know I don't smell like a rose."
"Go ahead."
Michelle slowly walked over to her gym bag and grabbed it. She disappeared into the bathroom and had a long hot shower, whimpering softly as the water fell on her skin. The next Kev heard of her was a call from the locked bathroom.
"Um Kev... towel?"
"Oh shit, sorry Mickie." He grabbed a clean towel from the linen shelf, and she opened the door a crack, extending a wet hand through and taking the towel. Kev handed it to her, chivalrously averting her eyes and trying to give her some semblance of privacy.
"Kev can I borrow a shirt or something? All I've got for a top is my tracksuit and that reeks."
"Sure, here you go."
He pulled a random tshirt from his wardrobe pile and handed it to her in the same manner as the towel.
"Hrmm, interesting choice."
Michelle stepped out of the shower, tying her hair back into yet another ponytail self consciously as Kev's eyes came to rest on her. They nearly bugged out of their sockets. She was wearing one of his shirts, a black shirt that was baggy on Kev, but on her went down nearly to her knees. The tshirt was one he'd got at years ago when he'd gone through his death metal phase after high school - consequently, it was faded black with "Napalm Death" emblazoned on the front in firy scripted letters. She wore the tshirt like a dress, wearing panties underneath it.
"Bloody hell, you look like a heavy metal groupie!"
"Oi, watch it! And it's your shirt, don't blame me. By the way, what the hell is Napalm Death?"
"A very crappy metal group I used to be into, back in the day."
Michelle started laughing, making exaggerated "rock on" gestures, playing an air guitar.
"Oi, you watch it! Besides it's Kiss you're thinking of."
Michelle shrugged in a whatever gesture "Where's my massage? Ow, I need one."
Kev gestured her towards the bed, Michelle hopping up and gingerly lying down on her front. Her long brunette hair fanned out over he back, and Kev couldn't help but naturally run his eye along her legs, starting at her feet. He took in her slim ankles, toned calf muscles, and cute thighs up to the bottom of the tshirt. He slowly sat down next to her prone form and gently moved her ponytail out of the way so her neck and shoulders were exposed. He gently lifted her head and slipped a pillow under to support her neck, and started softly massaging the stressed tissue.
Chapter 2Michelle sighed into the pillow in blissful pleasure, and closed her eyes. The hands working her neck muscles were soft and warm, and she could feel the muscles relaxing under the tender ministrations. This went on for some minutes, Kev alternating between her neck and shoulders, trying to relieve the tension with gentle pressure. "mmmm that's nice..." she murmured.
Kev felt her relaxing, and moved his hands down, running them over her shoulder blades and gently working his hands into her back muscles and spine. She relaxed into it, and her neck and shoulders felt much better for Kevin's efforts. All the time though, he was increasingly aware of the fact that he was massaging a gorgeous little brunette. The warmth of her skin, the combination of youthful firmness and yielding softness did nothing for his barely contained libido, however.
As most masseurs will note, massage is most effective on bare skin, rather than a fabric or material barrier. Michelle and Kevin arived at this conclusion simultaneously.
"Kev..."
"Mickie..."
"You first." she replied.
"This might be easier without the shirt."
Michelle blushed into the pillow.
"Umm, I was going to say."
Kev gently lifted the tshirt upwards, Michelle lifting and arching her back appropriately until it was removed, resuming her position, albeit with her arms drawn in to her sides for the sake of modesty. Kev drank in the intoxicating sight of the young gymnast, lying on her front clad only in baby blue cotton panties. A long, feminine neck leading down to narrow shoulders, a pale, flawless back that slimmed down to a tiny waist, her slightly flaring hips. A very cute, perfectly formed bottom giving shape to cotton knickers, which lead onto a pair of very toned, slim legs.
He very gently put his hands back on her spine. To Michelle, the contact of his bare hands on her bare back was almost electic. The shock of the intial contact soon gave way to pleasure, as he softly manipulated the barely-yielding flesh under his fingertips. As he finished massaging her back, he started on her knotted-up legs, starting at the lower end so as not to alarm the shy little thing under him. She sighed as his fingertips skilfully worked her stressed calf muscles into a more relaxed state, kneading the flesh with his warm hands. He worked upwards, rubbing the back of her knees, until finally he was massaging her slim, coltish thighs. Michelle jumped a little as his hands neared her panty-clad bottom, but he didn't make contact, stopping just shy of them. He slowly took his hands off her and watched her relaxed little form just lie there in relaxed euphoria.
"There you go Mickie, feeling better?" he asked.
"That was amazing! Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Ange used to get all tensed up from tennis, taught me how to do it."
"Whatever she taught you it works, I feel sooo much better!"
She had her head pointed to the sighed so she could talk to him, then noted the time on the clock radio on his beside table. "God is that the time?! Didn't realise we'd been doing that this long, it seemed much shorter." The time indicated he'd been massaging her for nearly two hours.
"It takes a while to do it properly, don't worry I enjoyed it too."
She sat up and leaned towards him, blushing at her near-nakedness. She slowly drew forward and pulled Kev into a hug, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you, it was wonderful."
Kev couldn't resist kissing her back softly, and Michelle whimpered slightly at the soft, warm contact his lips bought onto hers. Before she knew it, the two of them were actively kissing, sitting on the bed. Kev's hands came up and cradled her cheek, revelling in the slow, gentle make out with Michelle. He felt her arms gently tug on the back of his neck, and her weight fall backwards slowly. Kev followed her down until they were both lying on the bed, making out softly. His arms drifted down her side until he was holding her by her slim waist, and they stayed kissing like that for what seemed like ages. She stopped for a moment to ask a favour.
"Umm Kev..." she asked shyly, still blushing a lot.
"Yeah?"
"Could you umm, you know like last time... umm... kiss my neck a bit... only if you want to though..." she stammered out.
Kev laughed and gently kissed a trail of pecks away from her lips, up towards her left ear. He could smell her shampoo, and the soft warmth of her neck drew him in closer. Sparks flew up and down her spine as his lips made contact with her sensitive skin, reducing her ability to communicate to a series of short breaths and soft whimpers. As Kev's kisses moved under her chin, she murmured out a quick "mmrmfff... warm..." She could feel his breath on her, almost hot, adding to the warmth which slowly saturated her entire body.
He slowly ran his hands up and down her sides, feeling the subtle flare of her hips, her slim waist, and the rest of her slightly bony frame. He slowly ran his hands up, over stomach (causing her to exhale sharply) until they were just under her breasts. He looked into her eyes, down to her chest and back into her eyes, silently asking permission to touch her on the slightly-undersized boobs. She nodded slightly, and blushed, still shy about being explored there. Kev slowly places his hands on them. His palms and fingers neatly enveloped a perfect mound of flesh each. Michelle arched her back and whimpered, closing her eyes at the same time. The gentle contact between his hand and her boobs causing warmth and a tingling sensation to spread over her. The feeling was especially intense when he softly cupped her still-developing boobs, the sensitive skin on the underside sending sparks of pleasure ricocheting into her brain. Kev gently cradled the firm, youthful flesh, savouring in the smoothness and sensitivity of her skin. He ran a thumb over her small nipples - pinkish little nubs that were darkened and slightly swollen from waves of pleasurable sensation, and stood out from her chest like pencil erasers. The soft and warm arousal spread, flushing her cheeks and belly with a slight blush. Kev couldn't help but give the perfect young breasts at his fingertips a gentle squeeze, marvelling at the toned springiness. Michelle's eyes flew open at the resultant twinge of pain.
"Yeowww, stop please stop!!" she cried out. Kev immediately ceased all pressure on her breasts and stayed perfectly still, not wanting to panic the enlivened young gymnast under him.
"I'm sorry, I should've remembered you're still growing."
"It's ok... just go easy I'm still tender there... they're growing so they hurt if they get squeezed a lot."
Kev nodded, looking back into her eyes and reassuring her. He slowly resumed the soft kissing that they had been engaged in previously, leaving his hands motionless on her boobs. After a while she relaxed, Kev being able to feel her hearbeat virtually through her breasts, it slowing from a mile-a-minute to a less anxious state. She was still deeply flushed as she made out softly with him, her hands around his shoulders and neck, as he massaged and cradled the soft firmness of her developing breasts. The breath from Kev was hot on her face, adding to the warm tingliness spreading throughout her being. She enjoyed the sensations for a long while, and then backed away a little, severing the kiss and stopping Kev's gently motions on her tender boobs. She looked into his eyes and made a request.
"Umm, Kev?" she asked shyly, blushing as only a schoolgirl can.
"Yeah Mickie?"
"Can you ummm... take off your shirt?"
"Sure, just a second."
He pulled the tshirt off and dumped it on the floor, Michelle pulling him back towards her, savouring in the feeling of her bare body against his chest. She basked in the warmth of his frame, and snuggled in closer to it, laying her head against it with closed eyes, and sandwiching Kev's hands between her petite breasts and his chest. She gently reached down and put his hands away from her chest and onto her waist. "Can we just kiss like this for a while." Kev nodded and leaned the rest of the way down, picking her up slightly, drawing her in closer. He let out a small murmur as her young, girlish body made contact with his, the perfect cones of smooth, adolescent flesh pressing against him. His lips sought out hers, and they kissed for a long time, revelling in the warmth and sensations that the other body provided.
He sofly withdrew, slowly raising his head from her deeply-flushed cheeks and incredibly soft, slightly parted lips. She let out a soft sigh of relaxation, remaining perfectly still with her deep brown eyes serenely closed. She opened them again slowly, somehow aware of the intense gave Kev was directing at her. He smiled at her, "Just lie back and relax, you'll like this part." He slowly brought his lips to bare on her slender neck, pecking his way slowly down further, evoking sharp little breaths from the smaller brunette. His lips continued downward, bringing soft, slightly moist contact to her collarbone, and slowly pressed in concentric circles around the top of her breasts, pausing slightly before incredibly softly coming into contact with the sensitive connecting skin between her chest and the slight swell of her boob. Michelle jumped and let out a sharp squeak, surprised by the contact which sent lightning bolts along her nerves. Kev softly kissed around her boobs, his chin scraping her chest as her chest heaved from a series of sharp gasps. As he continued, her arms involuntarily took hold of his head and neck, softly pressing him into her slight bust. This pressure intensified as he sought out and found the hard buttons that were her nipples, gently kissing and finally suckling on them, spending spasms of warmth directly into Michelle's brain. She could barely breathe, but murmured and whimpered spastically. "Nnnnnn... ohmygod... nnnnnghh... !"
Kev smiled to himself. She was incredibly sensitive, almost trembling from the gentle attention he was paying to her boobs. He let her have it for a few minutes, uniquely satisfied as wave after wave of tingling pleasure washed over the petite gymnast in front of him. When she had been thoroughly worn out by the sensations, gasping and whimpering hysterically as she regained some semblance of control over her body, he stopped and gentle drew back a little. Michelle was incredibly turned on, a radiant heat seeming to spread through her chest, out of her heart and around her, spreading from between her legs all the way to the pores of her smooth skin. She wanted more, but shyness and anxiety made the request come out shakily. "Umm... Kevin?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you do ummm... what you did last time.?" she stuttered out, a deep crimson hue overshadowing the ubiquitous blush she'd been wearing all afternoon. Kev couldn't help himself, he knew it was teasing but he couldn't resist making this cute little thing spell it out, her innocence and inexperience evident. He played dumb and answered a question with a question. "What thing?"
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