His fingers ceaselessly moved higher and higher and although his massaging felt quite wonderful, I couldn’t help feeling a delicious thrill, as I knew how close his fingers were to that area that was crying out to be touched.

With each long, soothing stroke of his fingers, I felt Michael reach closer and closer to the curve of my ass. The massage was truly wonderful, but naughty Amanda was returning and I teased my lip between my teeth as I imagined his fingers reaching that little higher still, slipping between my legs and massaging my hot, swollen mound. I couldn’t help myself, I parted my legs just a little and then it happened…

Michael’s fingertips pressed against the lower edge of my ass and I let out an involuntary gasp. He moved his fingers away quickly, as though burned, but again, slowly and tentatively his sweeping palms touched against me. This time, however, he spoke…

“Umm. If you don’t mind Amanda…I suspect your gluteal muscles are at least as tense as the rest of your body. I could work on them a little if you would like?”

My tight little cunt pulsed at the idea of having this handsome young man play with my ass.

“I think that’s a good idea Michael. Thank you,” I replied, barely able to contain the excitement from my voice.

With one, swift movement I felt the towel covering my behind lifted away where it was gathered, unceremoniously, about my waist. My backside was entirely exposed now and would have been quite the view if the poor boy could have seen me.

“A little more oil I think,” he declared as I heard him reach for the bottle.

I gasped as I felt the trickle of cool massage oil pour between my ass cheeks.

“Oh I am so sorry Amanda!” he declared. “Sometimes I have terribly bad aim.”

It was hard to believe, but the poor boy was blind after all and the sensation of the slippery liquid sliding between my cheeks, teasing its way over my little hole and caressing between my aching pussy lips was quite wonderful. I released a raw, passionate moan from the back of my throat, but it was far too quiet for Michael to appreciate the pleasure he had accidentally given me.

I cried out softly as his oily palms pressed against my ass cheeks and began to move, coating my soft flesh thoroughly. He began to knead a little deeper and again, instinctively knew where to find the tension. His slippery hands worked deeper and deeper, in opposing circles. I felt my cheeks parted and closed with every sweep of his hands. I knew that my naked pussy would be entirely exposed to him as his hands moved away from each other and my clitoris pulsed. I moaned as I felt my lips part so gently as his thumbs swept upwards against the swell off my behind.

This was quite outrageous. If Michael had not been blind it would really have been too much, but the massage was so wonderful and the sensation of my wet slit being teased open and shut was such a sweet frustration. I longed for his fingers to slip deeper inside, to part me