Old Faithful Geyser
He took her sightseeing on the island today. They got up somewhat early, packed some picnic food, and went for a hike. One place he wanted her to see was a geyser. A certain spot in the rocky foothills where hot steam would erupt from the depths of the Earth. Of course, with geysers, you can never say for sure when they will erupt. But this one was pretty regular, it seemed to erupt and spew its white froth every morning. Just like a lot of young men.
This geyser was so regular, coming every mid-morning, that the Islanders called it Old faithful. I know, that's not too original, as there is apparently another geyser in this big world of ours by the same name. But if you do find a geyser that's this regular, it's a pretty good name for it.
So they went there in the morning, to see if they could see the show. They sat not too close, some 10 ft away, and ate their picnic food. And they waited, and waited, but it did not come. It's just like some men. You can't be 100% dependent on this. So after some hours, they started to gather their things to go. When suddenly they heard a rumbling, and there it blows, shooting several meters in the air its thick, white, frothy steam, and kept coming for a good couple of minutes. Even at 10 ft away, they got hit with some of the hot droplets, pelleting their clothes and skin, and making them jump and laugh. It was a gay sight.
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Snake Massage
That evening, sitting in their cabin, Tomek said to Venecia: “remember all those massages I gave you back on the Motherland? You liked them, didn't you?"
She nodded, why yes, they were wonderful!
“Well, how would you like to give ME a massage? Ever try that? Want to give your good man a good massage?”
Well, she'd never given anyone a massage. Well, except for a baby massage. Once, she gave a friend's baby a long massage with oil. That was cool. But a man? A naked man?
He went to get the coconut oil. No man should be without a vat of coconut oil. It's useful in so many ways. Then he lay down prostrate on the bed, as she began putting the oil on her hands and rubbing it into his back. She rubbed it all over his back. A girl doesn't really realize how big and strong and sinewy her man's back is until she is giving him a deep, oiled back massage trying to dig her fingers and palms into all that muscle mass.
Then she put oil on and massaged his butt. That was weird. But it made her realize that she liked his butt. Women don't instantly fixate on butts the way men do. But massaging it, she realized she was attracted to it. It was strong, and just right. Neither too big nor too small. A good man butt. Quite different than her rather ample, jiggly, big lady butt that he liked to tease her about so much.
Then she started massaging the back of his thighs, but he soon stopped it, and turned over, on his back. “Now do the front!”
Maybe you guessed it, but when he turned over, the man had a full throated, Eiffel Tower standing on his groin. She tried to ignore it, oiled her hands some more and went to massage his chest. Men are just that way, they get erections for no apparent reason at all, and so the best thing for a lady to do is to ignore it. You're not going to make it go away by bitching about it, and for some men that can even make it grow bigger. So she went on with the chest massage.
What the lady didn't know, is that the touch of her lovely fingers, even on his back, can make a man hard for her. She was surprised he'd turned over after just some minutes of back massage. When she was getting a massage herself, she liked to luxuriate in it for as long as could possibly be! But men are impatient. She already understood that.
And men have other things on their mind. After massaging his chest a while, while he kept grinning at her, she moved down to oil and massage his thighs, carefully going around that tower of his, that was impossible to get out of your mind. It even jumped and seemed to wink at her as her oiled hands passed nearby it.
But when her hands reached his thighs, he reached down and stopped her. ”Baby, you don't know how to give a man a massage? A real massage? A real treat for him?”
“What did I do wrong? You don't like?"
“You forgot the most important part." He carefully placed her oiled hand around the mast of his manhood. As her warm, oiled, delicate fingers wrapped around his throbber, he let out a groan, 'cuz it's almost too much to bear when a maiden touches you here like this.
But with deep feeling he said, “HERE is where a man wants to be massaged. This is the important part. Everything else is just a prelude.”
And so his eyes closed, and his head fell back, and now is the time that a man can luxuriate in a long, long, long massage. Once her lady fingers get to his cock, he's in no rush at all to have it end. Women, when they get massaged, like to be slowly touched and kissed over every square inch of their body from head to toe. Loving every part of it. Men are much more single-minded. They want her hands to get straight to the punchline. Oh, they can enjoy a back massage as well, but only for so long, and then they want her to get to where the real massage for man is. On his soul antenna. For that is where her touch really moves him. Here is where a woman shows a man how she loves him.
He helped guide and slide her oiled hand up and down his shaft, for she was still a maiden unschooled in the arts of man massage. So he will gladly school her.
He'd sink into some deep, deep male reveries, for he'd waited a long, long time for this. The slippery coconut oil is an ultimate lube, and made her lithe hands slip and slide so beautifully over his cock, and is so much finer than a dry hand massage (though he's never one to complain about that either).
He had her work him for quite some long time, and periodically kept groaning to show her how much he liked it.
Then he asked her to bend down and kiss it. Just the tip, honey, kiss the tip. Because no matter how good the massage is, you do like your lady to kiss it now or then.
His hand was caressing the back of her head, showing how much affection he had for her. “Tell my cock that you're going to love it and serve it all your lifelong days. All our wedded days. Tell it!”
And she did. She kept groaning, and his hips lifted and moved a lot. And she kept on massaging it like a good wife.
Then suddenly he grasped her head and held it down closer. He groaned louder, and his cock got larger, its purplish helmet head slipping out above her fingers with each thrust. And then he exploded, shooting a white geyser straight up out of his tower, just like the geyser they'd witnessed earlier today. It shot all over the poor girl's face. She was quite a mess once again. But she was smiling through all the cum. Happy that she had learned to do a man massage, a snake massage, and that her man was obviously happy with the results. So can we say that today's story has a happy ending?