Author's note: Welcome to another story of mine. This is a work of fiction and is a two-part short story. All characters are over eighteen years of age. Now onto the story, hope you enjoy it.
Daphne Greengrass was what you would imagine when you thought about a typical pureblood princess. A prim and proper girl from a traditionalist house belonging to the Sacred 28, she was immaculate when in public. With high cheekbones on her aristocratic face, coupled with her sapphire blue eyes, full plump lips and honey blonde hair, Daphne was regarded as the prettiest girl in Hogwarts. Add to that her hourglass figure with a perfectly round ass and soft yet firm breasts resulting from her daily exercises and you would get an alluring angel out of any man's wet dream.
Having said that, she was a sucker for a good therapeutic massage. Regularly, she would get a body massage from her best friend Tracey Davis. She had long gotten used to the idea of lying naked, partially covered by towels, under the hands of her best friend. By giving her a massage, and simulating what would be happening at the various stages of a therapeutic massage, she was a little surprised at just how much of her body was on display. However, she was also quite clearly turned on by this small display of "safe" exhibitionism. Tracey would then try to tease her by asking, while she was giving her a massage if she liked the idea of some man copping a view between her legs. Daphne would then turn the tables by asking if she would mind if she did "this", as she "accidentally" brushed her hands against her outer lips. The more they played this game the more adventurous she would get before that ingrained "conservatism" would take over. Universally though, at some point, she would beg for some sort of penetration and a thorough orgasm. She just couldn't continue to endure the eroticism to that extent.
With Daphne's birthday coming up after their school ended, Tracey decided to do something special. She, like most of the girls at school, had heard about the expertise of someone when it came to massage. Tracey decided to set Daphne up for a session with Hogwarts' resident masseur. Convincing Daphne was not easy, she was okay with Tracey seeing her naked, but being so exposed in front of someone else, and especially another man, that was too much. After relentless coaxing, Daphne agreed.
Tracey had met him two nights ago outside their Charms class and set everything up. He had told her to meet him on the seventh floor in front of the Troll Tapestry. Having sorted out the specifics of the session, Tracey had left to inform Daphne of her upcoming session. Daphne was clearly reluctant and so Tracey resolved to ease her up a bit.
She told Daphne about all the positive things she had heard about him from other girls. She informed her about the various questions he had while they were talking it out. Confirming a professional attitude, he had also asked questions that he wanted to be answered before continuing further. In particular, he wanted to know two things. First, what was to happen should Daphne take offence? He had said that he did not want to make her feel uncomfortable and that this was meant to relax her. He also wanted to know how far she was prepared to let this encounter go. He accepted that in this instance Tracey was the other party, and therefore could place limits as she wished. He had also reassuringly stated that he would also go no further than Daphne wished to go. He would need signs from her to precede each step beyond a simple, sensual, but non-sexual, massage. He asked Tracey to consider this carefully, as he accepted that both Daphne and she would be the ones he would be helping out and who needed to leave satisfied.
He warned her that he was extremely good at what he did and that she should consider that Daphne might wish to proceed further than she anticipated. This started Tracey wondering just how far it could go, and also how far she thought Daphne would let it go. Daphne certainly got pretty wild once she was turned on, but she couldn't imagine her letting it get too far out of control. Tracey thought Daphne might allow a bit of touching of her labia and clitoris as long as it was discreet, and possibly some pressure or gentle insertion of a finger just inside her vagina. She was fairly confident that Daphne would stop short of orgasming in front of basically a stranger, which was a little disappointing as Daphne was well and truly multi-orgasmic and if she really was being turned on by the experience it would be good to see her take full advantage. This combined with the hard nipples Tracey had just thinking about what she was arranging for Daphne convinced her to reply that she would leave matters entirely up to Daphne and him. It felt strange that she was beginning to trust someone who was a stranger to her best friend and herself.
The final factor that confirmed to Tracey that this was the best choice was his physical appearance. He was clean-cut, good looking, and being a seeker he obviously had a pretty good physique. She had seen many guys, but he certainly left most, if not all of them, for dead. His body fat level must have been close to zero, and he was very well muscled, not in a distorted "bodybuilder" way, more of a "built for speed fashion". Add to that the fact that he was really handsome and Tracey at least knew that Daphne was not going to be disappointed in the visual department.
Saturday night came and off they went. They reached the designated place at the designated time and saw that the door was already there. They knocked and waited for him to open it. A couple of seconds later and the door opened and out stepped the man of the hour.
"Hi, come on in," He said as he gestured for them to enter.
The girls moved into the room and in one smooth movement, he flicked his wand and shut the door. Tracey felt a wave of nervous anticipation wash over her and was aware of her nipples being already semi-erect.
"So...", said Harry, "Tracey, I would like you to please take a seat there if you want to watch, or I can make the room create a side partition if you'd like to keep your distance."
Turning to Daphne, who was trying to put on a relaxed posture that fooled no one, Harry opened his mouth but paused. He walked forwards and took her hands, surprising her, and asked her to look him in the eyes. "Relax, Daphne. I've discussed this with your friend, and if you feel uncomfortable at any point in time, simply tell me and I would stop. You are in control, and you set the boundaries, okay?" Harry asked with a gentle smile on his face.
Daphne looked conflicted for a moment, before she straightened up and nodded, giving Harry a small smile as she did so.
"Excellent, so, shall we get started? We have the massage table over there, and that bed over there. Which one shall you prefer? I'd personally recommend the bed, as it would give us more room for movement."
Daphne was quite comfortable with this arrangement, as it would otherwise have meant she would have restricted space. "Great", said Harry, and proceeded to unpack the bag he had laying around on the table nearby, laying out a couple of large towels on the bed. While he was doing this, Tracey was able to observe Daphne clearly checking out her masseur. His physical presence was impressive. Whilst dressed only in a white T-shirt and jeans, it was clear that he was very well built. His face was completely shaven, and he stood probably six feet tall with muscular shoulders. Harry suggested Daphne make herself comfortable while he freshened up. He said he had been practising his magic and spellcasting in the room for a few hours and hadn't had time to shower, so if it were okay with her, he would have a quick rinse before starting. He asked her to lie on her stomach and handed her a towel to place over herself.
Meanwhile, Tracey decided to give Daphne some space to enjoy the session and went to the side partition that Harry had created. It had a one-sided view of the main room so Tracey could see what was unfolding inside, without actually being present.
A few minutes later Harry returned to the room, wearing a loose-fitting white cotton shirt and a pair of white shorts. While he made some small talk and prepared his massage oils, Tracey could see Daphne, with her head turned away from her but facing the mirror directly opposite, continuing to check out her masseur. Harry took out his wand and tapped the music box and turned on some relaxing "massage therapy" music. Harry then proceeded to explain his massage technique.
He explained that the massage comprised of two parts. The first would comprise a gentle and more superficial massage, with the second part involving deeper probing of the tissues. If at any time Daphne felt the probing was too deep or if she was uncomfortable in any other way, she should feel comfortable indicating this so that he could adjust his technique. Likewise, if there was an area that she felt needed extra attention, Harry asked her to indicate him. Most important was for her to feel completely relaxed and he promised her it would be the most relaxing and at the same time invigorating massage she had ever experienced. Daphne said this was fine and that she usually preferred a massage that was at least in part good and firm. Harry also explained that he used several different massage oils and that the first oil, in particular, may make her skin feel quite sensitive to touch. Things were about to get underway. Tracey realised it may end in nothing more than a simple massage or may end who knows where. The nervous excitement she was feeling, mixed with a degree of apprehension, was almost unbearable. There was no turning back now.
Harry had placed Daphne on the middle of the bed and positioned her so that her toes hung just over the end of the bed. This left plenty of room between Daphne's head and the head end of the bed. He then knelt beside her left side and pulled the towel down to expose her back as far as the upper third of her buttocks. Daphne had turned her head to the right, away from Harry so that she was looking directly towards the one-way mirror that parted the main room and the side partition.
Harry began by squirting some massage oil over Daphne's exposed back and gently spread it around. He then began what was obviously a professional standard massage. He began at her neck and slowly worked his way down her spine before concentrating on the shoulders and upper arms. He then took her arm, laid it in the cleft between his thighs, and continued to massage down her arms to her fingers. The whole time her hand rested no further up than the mid-thigh. Next, he moved to her other side repeating the process. Intermittently there was small talk but no lengthy conversations. Harry reiterated that the essences in this particular oil may make her skin very sensitive, and will only be used for the first part of the massage. Finishing with her left arm, Harry then sat on the towel astride her buttocks giving a firmer massage to the midline of her back, using his upper body weight for extra pressure. During this, he asked if he was too heavy to which Daphne replied, "No, it feels great." Next, he very lightly ran his fingers over all her exposed skin causing Daphne to squirm and mutter "Now that feels good".
"We're just beginning," replied Harry.
Harry then moved to the end of the bed but not before he folded the towel covering her buttocks and thighs in half from below. This seemed to be in preference to just lifting it to cover her back again. The overall effect was to leave Daphne more exposed but not excessively so. The next five minutes were spent on foot massage, something that Daphne adored. Gradually things progressed up the calf then onto the thigh. Harry was running his thumbs up the middle of the back of the thighs, with the fingers wrapping around both the outside and inside of the thighs. Reaching the top of the thigh, and still being careful to avoid any overtly sexual contact, Harry took the towel, moving one edge into the cleft between the buttocks, thereby exposing the left buttock. Tracey saw that there was still no genital exposure, but as he massaged her, pushing her buttock muscles to the side, it was clear that glimpses of her labia were occurring. If Daphne was finding any of this inappropriate, she gave no sign. Before moving on to the other leg Harry again gave the light finger routine concentrating on the buttock and upper, inner thigh. Soft sighs and giggles said Daphne was both enjoying this and feeling the effects of the firewhiskey that she and Tracey had consumed in Hogsmeade a few hours ago.
The second leg proceeded as for the first, only this time, as Harry moved up the thigh, rolling the muscles of the inner thigh outwards, Daphne's legs parted with the pressure, allowing greater access to the upper, inner thigh. As Harry's hands reached the top of the leg Daphne rotated her head to watch proceedings in the mirror. Subtly she lifted her pelvis as if to reposition from lying in the one spot all the time. When she rested back down, it was clear that her legs were now further apart, giving even greater access. With each pass of Harry's hands up the thighs, he moved closer and closer to her vulva.
"That's very relaxing, Harry", Tracey heard her say, as the wave of skin moving in front of Harry's hands brushed against the edge of the towel now barely covering Daphne's labia. Whether his hands actually applied any pressure to her vulva was not clear from Tracey's view, but it was clear that Daphne was enjoying the sensuality of the massage. Somewhat surprisingly, as Tracey thought he was on a winner tactic, Harry changed to the fingertip approach. Using both hands, he ran his fingers over the backs of the thigh, but one hand concentrated on the buttock, the fingers regularly slipping down the slope leading to the cleft between her cheeks. Almost imperceptibly as he did so Daphne rotated her leg outwards, inviting deeper access. Again, Harry resisted the temptation, either deliberately prolonging the tease or perhaps waiting for even more confirmation that more intimate contact was allowed.
By this time Tracey's own pussy was wet. She was rubbing herself through her jeans and could feel the cool wetness of her panties on her damp cunt. How much further was this going to go, she wondered. One thing was for certain; Harry was an expert at his trade.
Harry now replaced the towel so that it covered basically just the buttocks, then explained to Daphne what to expect next. "We're now going to expel the air from the lower portion of your lungs, that doesn't normally get expelled. I want you to take a deep breath in, and when you feel the pressure, slowly breath out as completely as you can. We'll repeat the process a few times."
With that, he placed her legs together again, assumed a "push-up" position above Daphne and slowly, but progressively, lowered himself down onto her so that his groin rested between the mid portions of her thighs. As he continued to lower himself, his abdomen covered her buttocks and lower back and finally his chest engulfed her much more petite upper back. He lay there for a few seconds before reversing the process. After the second pass, Daphne looked restless. "Is everything okay, Daphne?" asked Harry. "It's great," replied Daphne, "but the oil seems to have made my skin so sensitive that your shirt irritates it."
"I'm sorry," said Harry, and immediately whipped off his shirt and continued the third press. Daphne had not been watching him when he took off his shirt, but immediately opened her eyes when she felt the bare skin of Harry's abdomen and chest press against her own naked flesh. "Are you comfortable with that?" inquired Harry, the double meaning-making Daphne's "ah-ha" reply as ambiguous as the question.
After one more body press, Harry told Daphne it was time to roll over, and that he would just be in the bathroom changing the oil while she got comfortable. Very "proper," Tracey thought. Harry left and Daphne rolled over, repositioning the towel to cover her front and Tracey could see the serene smile on her face. As she did so she ran a finger between her legs then lifted it to her face to inspect. She needn't have done so as the trail of mucus was obvious. She wiped her hand on the towel, then pushed the towel between her legs to wipe away any more telltale signs of her arousal. She was perhaps a little embarrassed that Harry would see her freely running cunt, particularly now that she was fully shaven.
She positioned the towel to cover as much of her thighs as possible without exposing her breasts. The towel was obviously not long enough for both these purposes and as Harry walked back into the room Daphne had the upper half of her breasts exposed, but at least the nipples and areolae covered, with the lower end of the towel being a little more than 6 inches below her pussy.
Harry moved to the head end of the bed, kneeling with legs on either side of Daphne's head. She closed her eyes as he began gently massaging her face. Soon he swung around so that he was straddling her body and continued to massage her face and the back of her neck. "Do you usually have your chest massaged?" enquired Harry as he applied the fingertip approach to her face. "Sure," came the reflex response, and before Daphne could think about what she had just agreed to, Harry had moved the towel down to fully expose her breasts.
Now Daphne had had her breasts massaged before, but only by Tracey. As Harry reached for the oil, Daphne opened her eyes and looked up at the torso above her, quickly gaining her first good look at his semi-naked body. In what seemed to be a trend lately, Harry's chest was completely smooth, and for that matter there didn't seem to be any hair on his body at all. She glanced down and would have noticed his rippling six-pack. Below that was only his white shorts, containing a well-defined bulge. She closed her eyes again as Harry squirted some warm oil across both breasts and sat down straddling her groin.
As his hands began to spread the oil over her right breast, Tracey increased her pace, rubbing her lips through her jeans furiously. Initially, Harry avoided the nipple, concentrating on the fleshy part of her breast. Almost immediately, Daphne's nipples stiffened, following which Harry included the areolae in his ministrations, sliding the nipple between his fingers as his hands glided over her breast. Although there was no view of her crotch at this stage, with Harry planted firmly on it, there was little doubt that things would likely be flowing pretty freely beneath the towel.
Harry now shifted to the left breast where the nipple was already well and truly erect. He traced circles of oil around the breast, this time running a trail directly across the nipple, causing an involuntary flinch from Daphne. He again carefully kneaded the peripheral tissue before paying any attention to the nipple. When this breast had received the same attention the right one had, Harry placed one hand on each and continued his gentle but firm massaging.
Now, Daphne was quite strict about these things, and could barely tolerate when someone tried to be frisky with her. She just let her wand do the talk. Clearly, she was enjoying her massage sensually but Tracey wondered whether she realised at this stage that things were preceding beyond the "strictly therapeutic" stage.
Harry had now moved to the fingertip routine. Using a hand on each breast he was lightly running his fingers around the base of the breasts is constantly altering paths. The effect on Daphne's nipples was amazing; Tracey had never seen them so erect, they looked ready to explode! The motions then became more rhythmical. Harry placed his palms directly over her nipples, with his fingers spread widely. He then slowly lifted his hands so that his fingers contracted towards the nipple. On reaching the nipple, his thumbs, index and middle fingers closed around the base of each and gently drew them out. When released, he repeated the process a few more times. Judging by how flushed Daphne appeared, she was either highly aroused or feeling the full effects of the firewhiskey she had consumed. Tracey suspected both. She really adored breast massage and could often orgasm with only a little pressure applied to her clitoris in conjunction with the proper administrations to her nipples. Right now, she had a near-naked hunky man giving her breasts an awe-inspiring massage whilst he had his bum and groin resting (and probably pressing) against her pelvis.
Before things got too out of hand, Harry repositioned himself to Daphne's left, facing her feet. Rather than covering her breasts, he moved the towel down even further so that it now cut a straight line across her lower stomach, just below the bony peaks of her hips. Tracey suspected, by the way, he crept it down the last couple of inches, he was looking for the top of her pubic hair as a place to lower it to. Certainly, if Daphne hadn't had cleared her pubic hair, it would be well and truly exposed.
As he began spreading more oil and massaging her side muscles by running one hand over the other pulling the muscles in towards the middle followed by the reverse, pushing the muscles outward, starting at the top and moving down. As he did so Daphne started some idle conversation.
"Your physique is amazing. Is it just Quidditch or something else?"
"Thanks, I work pretty hard at it. I do a lot of training along with duelling, and a lot of strength work in the gym that I get this room to create for me. You obviously keep in shape yourself. I assure you it's much more pleasant working on an attractive well-maintained body than some of the ones I get."
"I don't suppose you get much choice, do you?"
"Actually, I do in a way. I really only work with girls who have taken their OWLs, no younger ones. My style of massage, with the body press and body slides, doesn't seem appropriate to be tried with young girls, and I don't offer my expertise to our teachers either, this is only a hobby."
"Body slide? I think I know what you mean by the body press, but what's the body slide?"
"It's an extension of the body press. I only offer it to girls that I've seen a few times, like Hermione or Susan, once a level of confidence in each other has been established."
"Oh. At first, I did not want to try this, but now I have to say this is the best experience I've had. It would be a shame to miss out on the full service."
"Thank you for the compliment, Daphne. Look, we'll see how we go. If you feel uncomfortable at any time though, you must say so. We normally start with a backslide, so we need to wait till we're back on to your back. I assume it is your first time with a male?"
"Yes, it is, and no, I'm not sure what the body slide is, to be honest."
"Ah, that's the best way to experience it. It can be a bit confronting at first, but it really is the pinnacle of massage."
While this conversation was progressing, Harry's hands had progressed to massage her lower abdomen. His hands were working down the sides, then sweeping into the middle, regularly sliding a few centimetres beneath the already low-slung towel. There were no complaints from Daphne. If anything, there was a slight tilting of her pelvis with each downward pass of his hands. His fingers would have surely reached her pubic bone and he would certainly be aware that there was no pubic hair to be found.
Harry was obviously an expert at his craft of sensual massage. He had taken a previously shy, demure girl, who would not even go topless at the beach, to the point where she was requesting a body slide massage. Even if she said she didn't know what one was, Tracey for one knew that she had a pretty good idea of what was involved!
Repeating the process from the other side, it was now back to the feet. The towel had been placed further up Daphne's abdomen, the lower edge again about six inches below her crotch. The foot and lower leg massage were standard. Slowly he moved beyond the knee and onto her right thigh, using long strokes from the knee to the top of the thigh. With each stroke the hands moved further to the in- and outsides of the thigh, the fingers again slipping up under the towel. There was not enough light for Tracey to see whether any contact was being made, the towel creating an annoying shadow over her crotch. If there was any contact, then it was only brief with each stroke, as Harry kept his hands moving rhythmically. The left leg was treated in the same way. In the process of doing this not only had Daphne's legs parted some more but also the towel had moved higher up her legs allowing Tracey to get a vague glimpse of her cunt. Although he was making no obvious attempts, Tracey was sure that Harry could see a lot more detail than she currently could.
"Time to turn over again. We're going to work more deeply now but again if you become uncomfortable, please let me know."
"Sure," replied Daphne.
"Can I get you anything? Do you need a drink?"
"That would be great thanks. I'd like some firewhiskey if you have it. Pour yourself a glass too."
"Thanks, but not firewhiskey. I'll get you something else. It's not as bitter as firewhiskey, but I like it. A bit of alcohol and massage tend to mix very well. I suppose it's both the mental and physical relaxation it induces."
As Harry turned to the mini-bar in the room, Daphne turned herself over, covering her buttocks.
"Here you go," said Harry, pouring one glass from the bottle and handing it to her.
"Cheers," they clinked the glasses and started drinking together.
"Colour me impressed, Harry. This is really nice," Daphne complimented.
"Told you," Harry grinned, as he finished his drink and took Daphne's glass once she was done, placing them back on the table.
"OK, let's concentrate on the areas that need extra work. You seemed most tense in your lower back and thighs. Would you like me to start there?"
"Sure", said Daphne. Daphne wasn't a big drinker and a couple of glasses of alcohol goes straight to her head. The situation was that she had now consumed almost an entire bottle in a little over three hours! Perhaps she was just building up some courage or perhaps she wanted an excuse for her actions. Whatever the answer, her flushed face and enthusiasm to continue indicated that things might get even hotter than they already were.
For variation, Harry straddled Daphne's upper back, facing her feet. He commenced firm strokes along with the muscles on either side of her spine, fanning out as he reached the buttocks. With each stroke he would move further onto the flesh of her buttock, pausing every so often to position the towel a little further south. Before too long, it was halfway down with the top of her cleft well exposed. Still, a legitimate massage, but the limits of that were about to be tested.
Moving to concentrate on her right cheek, her last remaining piece of covering became the lower quadrant of her left buttock. The edge of the towel now sat neatly in the crack between her cheeks, but because it had already been lowered so far it was probably at the level of her puckered hole. Tracey's views were too limited but surely Harry was getting an eyeful of her neat little starfish. Perhaps a little surprised, Daphne turned her head to check things in the mirror. Harry immediately started concentrating his attention on the rounded flesh beneath his hands, querying, "You okay, Daphne?"
"Yeah, feels great", was the muffled reply.
Harry's hands kneaded her flesh, one hand on each side of her buttock, rotating, drawing together, and the whole time exposing more of what lay below her anus. His hands now swept down onto the back of her thigh, the left hand working around the outer side of the thigh, the right following the crease between the buttock and thigh to the inside of the thigh. Daphne gave a little flinch and a stifled gasp escaped her mouth as obviously, the contact had become more intimate. Teasingly, after this one intimate contact, he moved back to the middle of the muscle and repeated the process. Anticipating further contact, Daphne let the pressure of the massage part her legs ever so slightly. Then it came again, only this time slightly slower, and more lingering.
Taking the right knee, Harry drew it up so that both the hip and knee were flexed. Daphne's pose was now like one of those glamour shots that Tracey had seen in various magazines, without being overtly pornographic, with the model strewn across the bed as if asleep. From one angle, there was a full view of Daphne's hairless cunt. Quite "properly", but completely unexpectedly, Harry moved the towel back into the midline and raised it to now recover her anus. Whether this was all part of the tease, to keep her guessing as to whether previous intimate contact was intended or not, or whether he was backing off to be sure that he wasn't overstepping the mark, Tracey wasn't sure, but again it was clear that this guy knew the art of sensual massage.
With the leg at an angle of about 45 degrees, Harry leaned over to reach the bottom of her hamstring. With his tight shorts on, it was clear that Harry was also enjoying the session. A reasonably sized erection was stretching almost to the top of his shorts, and from her side-on view in the mirror, Daphne could hardly mistake what she was seeing. As Harry leaned forward, he let his erection graze the small of her back, causing Daphne to close her eyes and savour the sensation. Meanwhile, Harry's hands were continuing their progress along her hamstring. He paid particular attention to the insertion of the muscle into the pelvic bone. The next to receive attention was the quads muscle in the front of the thigh, again paying attention to the insertion point. His left hand remained gently caressing the hollow on the inside of the quads formed by her leg being at ninety degrees, while the right moved back down the leg, around the inside, and began massaging the other muscle group on the inside thigh. As Harry's right hand approached the insertion of this muscle group, which was immediately adjacent to her pussy lips, his outer hand was forced against the mound of her cunt, covered only by the thin layer of towel. With each movement of his hand, Daphne let out a soft, barely audible moan, her left fist clenching and relaxing with each brush against her. Before she could go over the edge into an orgasm, Harry ran his hands along the length of the muscle one or two times then started again at the lower end, slowly progressing up. Obviously, in anticipation of where this would end, Daphne shifted slightly and at the same time clenched the edge of her towel in her left hand, so that when she settled it had shifted and now exposed most of her cunt and all of her ass. She may have thought it a subtle move but it was unlikely that Harry was going to interpret it as anything but an invitation for more intimacy.
To be continued...