A massage

“Oh, I know!” says Izzi. “When I used to get home from skiing you used to massage my shoulders. I always really loved that. Want to give me a massage?”

“Sure, kitten, I’d love to.”

Izzi turns her back to you and you place your hands on her shoulders. You begin to rub in the familiar way. Izzi purrs under your touch. “That feels just as good as I remember. Nothing better for working out the soreness.”

You sit quietly for a while, just enjoying Izzi’s closed eyes, slack face, and little noises. She languidly opens an eye. “Mmmm, John. My shoulders are so relaxed. Can you do the rest of my body?”

“Oh, Izzi, I’m not sure…”

“Come on! Didn’t you use to do it for mom?”

You smile at the memory. “Sure, but she had to take all her clothes off first.”

“Sounds good to me!” Izzi moves off the couch and toward your bedroom. You follower her, bemused, as she steps through the doorway and sheds her pajamas, then climbs on the bed. “Start with my lower back,” she orders.

You shrug and get to work. You pull out the oil you haven’t used since Lisa died, dribble some on your hands, and walk over to the bed, dropping the bottle beside Izzi so you can refill as necessary. Your hands roam over Izzi’s smooth back. You spend some time there, then move to her butt, her legs, the soles of her feet. Not for the first time, you muse about how much Izzi resembles her mother, but it’s Lisa from before. Before kids, before becoming a full adult.

Before you met and fell in love.

Izzi is putty underneath your hands, a puddle on your comforter. You loop a leg over hers to push down more deeply into her lower back, really dig the knots out.

“John! I’m in my skin! Take off those jeans before you touch me.”

“I knew it,” you joke. “This was all just an excuse to get me out of my skivvies.”

“That was knot my whole plan,” Izzi stretches as you climb out of your clothes. “But it’s not a bad result.”

You climb back on top of her and continue to knead. Your penis is, well, accidentally resting right in the crack of her ass. “Naughty,” sighs Izzi. You spend a few more minutes like this, and then Izzi starts to writhe slightly, causing her ass to rub against your member. Due to the oil you spread on her bum while you were rubbing it, you’re starting to get pretty slippery between your legs and on your crotch.

Izzi spins beneath you, sliding down until your dick rests between her breasts. She pushes her breasts around your shaft, and moves up and down, the whole time with that mischievous smile that both she and Lisa wear so well. You give up the ghost. You begin moving with her, pushing the head of your shaft to her face and back. Izzi gives you a little lick as you get close to her mouth. This little vixen knows exactly how to get to you.

As your oiled bodies slide along each other, you achieve a synchronicity. You join with Izzi and her oiled Lisa-like body and her smile and her shining eyes. You lose yourself for a while. You feel the build-up and don’t fight it.

There is a knock at the door.