Ann and I met at work, and because we both lived alone and shared a distaste for solo dining, we started having occasional, quiet ladies’ nights together. Ann would usually come to my place directly from her daily workout — she had a religious dedication to regular, vigorous exercise — and as we became more familiar with each other, she occasionally asked me to give her rubdowns before dinner.

I used to give massages professionally, and it felt good to practice again. Besides, there was just something special about her; she was young, and fresh, but it was more… almost as if she had a special power to channel her strength and vitality. She did something for me — to me — that fed a desperate, starving need that I hadn’t even been aware of before.

I was thrilled to massage her body, or to do anything I could for her, in order to make me part of her life. I longed for pretty Ann, for her smile, her beauty, her body. Finally there came a day when I no longer had to hide my feelings, and I remember it in every detail.

We were at my apartment, pampering ourselves with wine and an old movie on video. When the movie was over, Ann stood up and stretched her limbs, complaining that she was sore from working out too hard the day before. I offered a massage, and she accepted.

While I set out the lotions and oils, Ann took her shirt and jeans off. She said that she was having muscle twitches in her hamstrings and buttocks, and asked me if I would mind doing her backside to work the cramps out. When I assured her that I didn’t, she took her panties off — right in front of me. This was the first time I’d seen her naked sex. She was very nonchalant about being nude in my presence, not a bit self-conscious.

If she noticed me staring, she was kind enough to not embarrass me. She casually strode to my massage table and climbed on, face-down, her head resting on her folded arms. I began to slowly knead the tired muscles from her shoulders to her shapely calves. It was so arousing to feel her supple body in my hands, her shoulders and back yielding to my fingers. And I so loved caressing her firm, shapely thighs, so soft and warm to my touch.

Ann turned over onto her back. My hands sensually roamed her body while she rested, my own body flushing with excitement as I struggled to maintain my composure. I was afraid of scaring her, of ruining our friendship, so I held back; I controlled myself. It was all I could do to contain the passion that coursed through the seemingly innocent, soft caresses of my hands.

But there was no haven from the excruciating sexual tension — her warm flower was right there before me, gloriously framed by those fabulous legs and covered with a neatly trimmed light fur of soft auburn. The thrilling sensations between my thighs took me to a strange, erotic new world of sensuality in which my self-control was compromised. It didn’t seem that I would even have the strength to stay my little gasps of delight, or to quiet my deep, breathy sighs. At any moment I would collapse from the weakness in my knees.

Ann said that her feet were tired from walking all day and asked me if I would do them too. I cheerfully agreed and started working on her soles and toes. She really liked that and twice asked me to continue when I had been ready to move on. I worked a good twenty minutes on just her feet, using my thumbs to make soft rotating motions on the skin. Her purr of satisfaction spurred me on. Ann rolled over and I worked my way up her shapely legs.

I arrived at her tight butt with already aching hands but kneaded the perfect cheeks enthusiastically as I smelled the perfume of the squishy body lotion. Ann moaned her approval as I worked her ass with my hands, and I could barely restrain myself from moaning back at the sight of her pussy beneath me.

In the end, I couldn’t hold out. A few minutes of massaging her gorgeous butt had me beside myself with erotic longing. After weeks of agonizing over my feelings for her and my fear of rejection, I was at the limit of my control. As I shakily bent over her, with both hands still on her butt, I brought my face close to hers. Her eyes were closed — I don’t think I could have done it otherwise — and I brought my open lips down to her cheek and kissed her warmly.

Her response was not shock or anger, just surprise. She questioned me in a quiet voice, and I simply, desperately, answered, “I love you” and moved to kiss her again — on the mouth. She did not draw back from the long, open kiss, and after a moment, she pressed her mouth into mine and turned her body toward me. I scampered clumsily onto the table with her, and we meshed into a twisting, squirming tangle.

As my hand found her pussy, I gently caressed her wet folds. Her loud moan rang in my ear as I pressed two fingers against her slick vaginal lips, pinning them back to expose the pink interior. I massaged the sensitive lips as her moans quieted to desperate gasps and longing whimpers. When I finally entered her-probing her with one, then two fingers — she writhed uncontrollably beneath me, her naked body jerking.

After a few long, straining moments of this passion, I pressed the flat of my forefinger directly on her swollen clitoris. I rubbed her sensitive button gently, but firmly enough. Her body went stiff, and she began trembling. A moment later, she was spent.

I gathered her up in my arms and combed her wet hair back with my fingers as I held her head on my shoulder. She kissed the skin at my neck, and a warm feeling enveloped my whole being. And as I held her, she gave more kisses, on my neck and shoulders, on my face and mouth and then on the tops of my breasts. Suddenly Ann sat up and lowered me down to the table.

My athletic lover was like a hungry, predatory cat, sitting upright on my hips, ready to devour me, her sexual prey. She practically tore the clothes off my body and then immediately went for my breasts. She showered my tits with sweet kisses and sharp love bites, then coated them with saliva with her openmouthed sucking and licking.

After working on my breasts for a long time, Ann moved downward. I squirmed helplessly as her hot mouth traveled down my belly to my hips. When I felt her heavy breath on my sex, I thought I’d faint, and when she passed it by to nibble at my thighs, I thought I’d explode from frustration. As her teeth teasingly tugged at the soft, sensitive skin at the tops of my thighs, I moaned out, “Please.”

Finally I heard her cute giggle as she raised her face, and again I felt her hot breath warm me through the curls of my sex. No more begging, no more games — the tease was over. I nearly jumped off the table when her tongue touched my outer lips. I lay back and enjoyed the sweet sensations as she began to please me with her mouth. In a moment the air was filled with the gentle, slick sounds of sweet cunnilingus; I was on my way to the best orgasm of my life.