Prompt: Massage
"Oh Danny," Lindsay moaned, "That feels so good."
"How good?"
"Really, really good. Just a little to the right...yeah, oh yeah, right there, that's the stuff."
Danny panted a little, "Montana, baby, you're making things a little hard on me."
Lindsay lifted her head, opening her eyes and smiling down at Danny who was massaging her foot. She slid her other foot into his lap, "More than a little."
Danny growled, "Don't make me come up there."
"Why? Are you going to punish me?"
He tugged her foot, pulling her body to the side so he could swat her firm, jean-clad ass, "Yes, I am."
"Ohhh do that again. I liked it."
He grunted, grabbing her legs and pulling her so that her legs were on either side of his body, his crotch pressed against hers, "Like that."
"Well now," she said, trailing a hand down his chest, "I always like that."
"Just like?" he asked, smiling that egotistical smile that drove her crazy.
"Don't get too cocky, Mister, I haven't even come yet."
"Yet is the important word there. You want to go for the record?"
Lindsay sighed, "What is with you and this record? I'm afraid one day I'm going to find a giant book full of all your feats of orgasm."
"Its right next to my giant book of naked Lindsay pictures."
"That's not funny. Also, my massage seems to have stopped."
"Right, sorry about that," he said as his hands began to move again.
"Danny, Daniel Messer those aren't my feet. Danny, stop, hey….oh….ah….well okay you can massage that instead."