Hunk Hunter (part 4) - A Thorough Rubdown

Hebert looks up at me eagerly. Though he is clearly intimidated by me he is such a helpful young man he is fighting to overcome his fears.

"Well, Herbert," I say, toying with the string of my bikini. "Usually after a swim I ask my husband to give me a massage. Oh, but he's out of town right now. Do you think you could put those strong hands to work some of the tension out of my..." I run my hands down over my breasts, squeezing them before continuing down to my abdomen and around to my shapely hips. "...whole body?"

He stares at me wide-eyed, his gaze following the movement of my hands. When I rest them on my hips, he looks up into my eyes and brings his inhaler up to his mouth. CRACK-HISS and a deep breath. He lowers the inhaler and nods slowly.

"Perfect!" I giggle with delight and take his hand. I pull him off the sofa. "I'll put down a towel and stretch out on the floor. You can give me a massage right here."

He stands there awkwardly, his knees still red from kneeling in the grass. I jiggle out of the room and come sauntering back with a beach towel and a bottle of massage oil. It's the kind that warms up on contact with my skin. Ronnie bought it for me out of one of those sexy catalogs, but he is usually too lazy to give me a proper massage. I know Herbert will be much more thorough. The attentive young man stares in awe as I spread out the towel and go down on my hands and knees. In this position, my bikini top can barely contain the soft weight of my breasts and my plump ass nearly swallows up my bikini bottoms. I don't need to look over my shoulder to know Herbert is staring because I hear another CRACK-HISS and a deep breath from his inhaler.

"The oil is right here next to me," I say, indicating the bottle as I gave my hips a little wiggle and jiggle. I think Herbert moans, but it might have been one of his asthmatic wheezes. 

"Yes, ma'am," he says. "I, um, rub my mom's feet sometimes."

"You don't have to massage my feet," I chuckle. "Everywhere else."

"E-everywhere?" He he wonders.

I reply with a chuckle as I stretch out on the beach towel, adjusting my hips with another wobble of my bottom before reaching up to untie my bikini top.

"Oh my god," whispers Herbert as I let the strings of my bikini flop aside and lay face down on the towel. My plump tits squish beneath me. My hips and ass are slightly raised.

"Go on, Herbert," I say, gazing back at him out of one eye. "Don't be shy now. You've got me right where you want me. Why don't you start with my shoulder and neck?"

"Y-y-yes, ma'am," he says, squirting oil into his hands and spreading it between them. He is wonderful. His hands aren't as strong or confident as Ronnie's, but he shows great enthusiasm and attention to detail as he works his oily fingers into the back and side of my neck, my shoulders, my upper back, and slowly begins to move down. He kneels beside me and I can feel his hard pecker poking my hip each time he bends down to massage me more. I can even feel that slimy wet spot rubbing. 

"Mmmmmm, you're so good at that, Herbert," I moan. "You have magic fingers. Go lower now. Oooooohh. That's perfect. You can go lower."

"Your bikini is down there," says Herbert. "And your, um, your gluteus maximus."

"Haha! Oh, Herbert, you're adorable. My gluteus is very maximus. But that's alright. Here, let me untie my bottoms and get them out of the way."

As I begin to untie the sides of my bikini bottoms, Herbert practically lunges for his inhaler. It takes him three puffs to get his breathing under control. I watch as he stares wide-eyed as I reveal the big, creamy, untanned triangular area of my ass. I can only imagine how big it seems to such a small young man. Fluffy and smooth and still a little damp from my swim.

"Go on," I purr. "Massage me there too."

"Ohhhhhhhhh," he moans, his oily hands going to my ass. He is reluctant until I tell him to squeeze. He kneads my cheeks and by kneading them he spreads them. I know he can see everything, from the plump pink knot of my asshole down to the fuzzy peach of my pussy. 

"Yessss, good boy," I gasp, pushing back against his hands. "Oh, you're so good at that. It makes me so...hot."

He keeps squeezing and spreading, massaging and kneading, his eyes wide and disbelieving and his hard cock poking me and leaking through his shorts.

I think it's time to take things to the next level with Herbert. What should I do?