CAMELOT FANTASIES

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MAGIC MASSAGE FOR MY MUSIC MAN 

I have been riding on this tour bus for months. If that’s not headache enough, I find myself crazy about a band member. He doesn’t return the attraction, so I have a total migraine. The noise, the smells -we are talking all guys- not to mention the blue humor and **** movies and magazines. Most of all, I miss privacy! Why am I here you ask? Well I’m the manager! It’s my job to make sure this group gets where they need to be, when they need to be and ready to rock it out for the crowds. 


Along the way I’ve fallen for the sexiest guitar player, ironically named Gibson. He can strum my strings any day, ok focus girl. I’m not noticed unless something goes wrong or we run out of food or booze! 
We are headed to our next venue, in “Who-knows-where” in “Some-name-place”. They run together after a while. One great thing about this stop, we will be here for a few days. The band has a press junket to do. We could all use a break from this bus.

Reservations have been made for some rooms at a local swanky place all on the record labels dime! That’s a sweet deal I arranged. I give myself a metaphorical pat on the back. Lord knows no one else did. Finally, privacy, a hot shower, real food and a massage. I really need one. My cramped accommodations have my body in knots. 


We have finally arrived at our destination and I do what I always do. Take charge! “Gentlemen, decide who is with whom and which rooms. We have three. One of them is mine.” 


I point at Gibson, “Assign roommates. I’ll check us in.”  He gives me a captain’s salute. I just shake my head and walk off the bus. Once inside the hotel, I have checked the band in and have their keycards.

 I turn around and on cue, the band files into the hotel lobby, “Here are your key cards.” I hand them out. When I hand one to Gibson our hands brush against each other. He gives me one of his panty melting smiles and says, “Thanks for arranging this. It’s amazing.” I look at him awed and then before I can recover, he unexpectedly whispers in my ear,”Kinda like you.”

My heart skips a beat. Did he just give me a compliment? Was he flirting with me? I am momentarily flustered. “S-s-Sure Gibson it’s why I get the big bucks.” I chuckle a little embarrassed. “Hey guys, by the way, you are on your own tonight. Meet me here at 10:00 AM sharp to head over to the radio station.”

 
Now I have taken care of my duckies, I turn around to the concierge desk, “I’d like to book a massage as soon as possible.” 

Gibson touches my arm, “Allow me to be your personal masseuse,” he grins at me wiggling his fingers, “It’s the least I can do.” 
There’s that smile again, but he’s got to be joking. I ‘m stunned at his offer and  more than a little aroused at the thought of his magical fingers strumming me like his guitar.

“AH, yeah ok sure.” Not believing a word he said, I return my attention back to the concierge, “How soon can I get an appointment?”

“Hey I wasn’t kidding, I actually was a masseuse before I quit and went with music full time.” He puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face him. “Please? Won’t you let me do this for you?”

“Uh, never mind, seems I have my own personal masseuse for the evening.” I try to hide my excitement. “See you in an hour?” He smiles and nods to me, motions to the guys to get their gear and follow him. He soon disappear into the elevator.

I locate my room and kickoff my shoes. Oh my real bed and I can’t resist running my toes over the soft carpet. Next I strip out of my grimy traveling clothes. It is time for a long hot bath and contemplate what just happened. Hot steamy water fills the tub. Surely a hotel of this caliber and luxury has oil or bubbles to add to the water. Bingo, right on the sink in a welcome basket. I open the bottle and sniff. Yummy citrus-scented oil, I pour a generous amount into the water. The room smells tropical.
I immerse my sore muscles into the fragrant water. I lean back to relax and my mind begins to wonder. What did I just do? Gibson is coming here to my room to give me a massage. Can he do that? Do I want him to do it?

Before I can reach any conclusions I am awakened from my scent induced euphoria by a knock on the door. Oh crap, is it time for Gibson already? “Who is it?” I call from the bathroom.


“It’s me!” Gibson laughs from behind the door. “Were you expecting someone else?”


“Oh of course not. It’s just -uh, come in! I’m in the tub.” I bellow from the bathroom. I hear his long strides across the room towards the bathroom. Gibson eases the door open and sticks his head inside. “Want me to come back?”

I sit up trying to hide my body inside the tub. “No Gibson, just give me a minute. I’ll be right out.” I wasn’t paying attention and stood up. The water sluicing down my body, I absently reach for my towel. Instead I meet a hand. Gibson is holding my towel out for me to step into. I’m startled by his presence “Oh, you …. Uh thanks.”  I stand dripping stark naked right in front of him. But I don’t flinch.

He slowly wraps the towel around my sopping body. “It smells wonderful in here.” He look me in the eye gauging my reaction. His graceful fingers grasping the clip from my hair, letting it fall. He smooths his fingers through my hair. “Beautiful, I’ve always wanted to put my fingers in your hair. To touch it and smell it. I never imagined how soft it would be.” 


I don’t dare break eye contact. “I didn’t think you had noticed my hair or anything else about me.”

He steps even closer to me, “You mean that your hair always smells like coconut and you have a few tendrils that just won’t stay tamed. Or that you have a beautiful smooth neck, perfect for nuzzling.” He continues to touch my hair, his fingertips skim down my neck.


This is so intimate, I never knew.  “Wow, I never knew you were looking.” Could he want me as much as I have wanted him?  All these months of holding back.


“Oh I have been looking and wondering how your lips would taste.” He tips my chin up to meet his lips. Lips so soft, barely touching mine, teasing kisses. I close my eyes and savoring his closeness. His smell is musky and woodsy, his lips full and soft. Oh god, how I want to bite that lip and tug it with my teeth.

His hands have slipped down cupping my ass and pulling my body into his. I can feel his arousal against my tummy. My own not as transparent except by my flushed skin. I could blame it on the bath, but it surely is not. The welling of warmth deep in my core sending moisture to settle between my thighs.

His chin is scruffy against my face. I long to feel it on my breasts, softly tickling my nipples. Hold on girl, shaking my head to clear out the steam…let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
 
I put my hands on his chest and clear my throat, regaining my focus, “I believe you came to give me a massage?” I whisper in a broken voice, filled with lust. His golden eyes give him away sparkling with desire. 


“And so I did.” He replies with a husky tone. His golden gaze travels down my body, stopping at my towel, as my breathing quickens. “Lead the way.” He motions to me and stands aside for me to walk past.

We step into the bedroom and hesitate for a moment. Both of us staring at the bed. “I’m assuming we will need to use the bed?” I bite my lip and try not to be obvious. 


Gibson being a man of action, kicks off his boots and drops his belt to the floor. He looks at me with desire looming in his eyes, “More oils and lotions in the bathroom?” I nod my head. “Be right back then.”

I take this opportunity to toss off the comforter and lie face down on the bed, covering my hips and rear end with the towel. I am hoping the oils will mask the scent of my arousal getting stronger by every passing second. My body is humming, anticipating the feel of his gifted fingers making music on my body.

Gibson returns with the lotion and oil, plus a couple of towels. He sucks in a breath at the sight of my body lying on the bed. “You are truly a sight to behold, my lovely, and such luscious beautiful curves.” 


I am speechless. A wicked smile crosses my lips and I settle my head on top of my folded arms. Within moments his warm hands caress my foot, pressing and smoothing my arches and ankles. “Oh god. That feels good.” I moan. He places a kiss on the bottom of my foot. He takes his time and moves to the other foot. He repeats and I just liquefy inside. The feeling is so sexy.

Gibson chuckles and his husky voice filled with desire, “I haven’t even begun to make you feel good.” 
His hands begin kneading and smoothing my calves.

“You have magic fingers.” I groan out in bliss. Between the bath, the scented oils, and his magical fingers, I’m in heaven! The stress is gone I am relaxed and floating on a Gibson Star. He moves up my legs to my thighs squeezing and rubbing. I feel the bed dip as he crawls up between my knees. Concentrate girl. I can’t react to his hands. He is slowly driving me crazy. Be still don’t squirm.
Wait something is different! His hands have been joined by his lips, kissing my thighs with soft sensual kisses. He’s gently nibbling his way to the inside, love bites. I can’t help my reaction sucking in a breath.  No longer able to be still. My body betrays me as moans and whimpers echo through the room. My legs automatically widen to allow him to continue with feather light licking. He’s on the path to my sweet wetness that will give away my arousal.


Gibson spreads my cheeks and lightly laps at my wetness. I gasp and push myself against his tongue. “It’s been so long. That feels amazing, but oh Gibson are you sure?”
I momentarily tense up, waiting for his reply.
His responds by simply continuing to kissing my cheeks. He grasps my hips tightly and continues his massage.

He by no means misses a beat. “Never more sure of anything. I’ve wanted to taste you for months. This was perfect for us, using my wizard fingers to touch you, to tease you, to taste you.” He spreads my swollen lips kissing the outside, licking between the folds, sucking my wetness, with his entire mouth. He raises his head slightly, speaking between flicks of his tongue, “I wanted privacy for our first time. Not that crazy ass place called a tour bus.”


“A ha-ha. God baby don’t stop! Ah aha Gibson, I’ve wanted you too.” I pull up my knees and he pulls my lips apart taking me deep with his tongue wiggling in and out. It’s driving me so over the edge. His thumb strums my clit. Then he flicks it with his tongue. “I’m going to cum baby. All over your tongue.”

He pushes his tongue in deeper. My muscles contract around it as creamy juices drip onto his chin. Now it’s his turn to groan in pleasure. The sounds vibrate against my body sending me spiraling through an orgasm while crying out his name. “Oh my Gibson. Oh baby yes.” I fist the sheets and try to catch my breath.


Gibson rises to his knees and continues to massage my back, slowly circling and pressing his nimble fingers into me. He is untangling every knots of stress. I am feel adored under his nurturing. 


He lays his body against mine. I all of a sudden realize he came back from the bathroom naked. I feel his hard **** nestled between my cheeks as he continues my massage. With the addition of kissing and biting my back with his soft lips and gently grazing me with his teeth. I inhale in a deep breath again. The warmth begins spreading through me once more.

He lightly licks up my spine and brushes my hair off my shoulder. Gibson bites me hard and licks across it to my neck and up to my ear. He whispers, “On your knees my lovely, I want to **** you from behind.” 

I scoot all the way up on my knees. Gibson pulls me up to a sitting position. He wraps his arms around me to touch my breasts from behind. He thoroughly massages each breast. His fingers rub, pull and elongate my nipples. I roll my head back on his shoulder. I cup my hands around his. He sweeps up and down my tummy, tweaking my nipples on each stroke,

“Oh my lovely, you feel so soft I can’t stop touching you, feeling you.” I turn my chin to his mouth, he kisses me sweetly. Our tongues play against each other. I can taste myself on his lips. Sweet salty and mixed with the taste of Gibson, a drink I could easily grow addicted to.

My fingers are aching to touch his hard body, “Gibson, baby, let me touch you. I’ve waited so long, and I want you so much.” I swivel my body around to stroke his long hard ****. It twitches in my warm soft hands. My fingers memorizing all the ridges and veins. He feels so smooth reminds me of velvet, but hard like steel. He is a beautiful creation that is all man. I slide my hand lower, caressing his sac filled with cum tight and ready to be released.

Quickly, Gibson positions me forward my shoulders on the mattress, He grabs a handful of my hair and impales me quickly with his ****. I yelp at the intrusion, feeling the stretch and burn. My body squeezes his **** hard in response. I relax my breathing to prepare for the thrusting. 


“Are you ok my lovely? I couldn’t help it. I won’t last long this time. But then I will make sweet love to you all night long.” He kisses my shoulder lovingly in apology. One he need not give I’m more than ready. 


“I’m fine baby. I want it, I need it.” I assure him. “I’ve got this. Let’s go see the stars.” My body pushes back into him giving him a nudge to begin. We thrust in tempo together, deep in and out thrusts. The sound of wet bubbles and skin on skin slapping.  Gibson grips my hips tightly setting our rhythm. Slowly he picks up the pace with each stroke. He smacks my ass to add to our pleasure. A cadence of passion filled grunts and moans vibrate the air. He smacks me again, thrusting harder. I can feel him swell inside me. His body becomes tense and rigid. He prepares to cum hard and deep. “OH ffuckk ! I’m cumming.” He smacks my ass, one last time. I am frigging my clit. I feel my core tighten quickly catching up to him.  My body won’t let go until I’ve emptied his ****. Our mingled juices drizzle down the inside of my thighs. We collapse forward onto the bed. Our hearts are beating out of our chests. We are finally lying in each other’s arms.

Gibson rolls onto his side pulling me with him, “That was better than my **** fantasies. My lovely you are beautiful and amazing.” He kisses me softly on the lips. 


“I never knew you even noticed me.” I roll onto my back. “I am so crazy about you. You never said anything all this time? Why?” I am perplexed, but finally able to touch his face, and kiss his lips and look into his eyes. All those things lovers want to do.

He takes my hand and kisses each fingertip. “I guess I was afraid of what the other guys would think. But I’ve watched you for months out of the corner of my eye, when you drift off in the lounge. I’m the one who covers you up.” He strokes my cheek, and looks into my eyes. “The new song I’m working on, is for you.” He leans down and kisses me again. Deeper this time, making up for lost time. He put so much emotion into that one kiss. The tears begin to sting my eyes. “Oh no my lovely, no tears.” His thumbs gently wipe away my tears, kissing each wet eye. “There is so much I want to say. But for tonight just let me love you, as I have in my dreams for so many months.” 


“Gibson" His name comes out broken by emotion. Kissing him hard on the mouth returning his care and affection, "Yes, please, yes! And if I’m dreaming, don’t wake me.” My hands grab his neck and pull him into me. “The time for talk is later. Just hold me and make love to me.”

What started out as a magic massage, with wizard fingers took me to see the stars and off into the Milky Way …


Revised 10/2015