Gluteus Maximus

Meadow wet her lips as she eyed the body stretched out on the training room table. Her Majesty's finest example of a Royal Marine awaited her trembling hands. She sent up a silent prayer, asking that the floor open and swallow her alive. Why had she ever admitted to her employers that she had taken classes in sports medicine before switching her major to event marketing? So she had massaged a couple geeky university boys. That certainly didn't prepare her for the perfection sprawled naked before her.

Didn't the Royal Marines have their own masseuse? She winced at the nasty bruise marring the gorgeous swell of his gluteus maximus. If the ladies of Britain could see this travesty they would riot to outlaw rugby cleats. Reaching blindly for the oil she knocked over the bottle, causing a domino effect. She cringed at the deafening clamor.

"Smooth, Love."

She whirled to meet dancing, blue eyes set in a ruggedly handsome mug. Words froze in her throat as heat flooded her cheeks. Grabbing one of the bottles, and a towel she threw over her shoulder, she moved away from his probing gaze. Slicking her hands, she dug her fingers into his firm flesh. Slowly working the soothing oil into his bruised bum, she searched her brain for a witty quip and came up empty.

Maximus Ashton was a ladies man, if the tabloids were to be believed. Getting a look at the total package, she could certainly see why. His broad shoulders were bulky with muscle. An inked representation of the Royal Marine crest nestled between his shoulder blades. Her fingers itched to trace the art. Letting her eyes travel down, she admired the trim taper of his waist and fantasized about the amazing abdominals she knew resided on his front side.

"See something you like?"

Color suffused her fair skin. Her own voice startled her.

'Was I not supposed to?"

"Oh, no, Love. By all means, admire away."

"You could bounce a pound off this bum it's so tight," she said with a giggle.

"I've heard of bouncing a coin to make sure a bunk is to rights, but not my ass," Maximus laughed.

"Take my word for it."

"How does the rest of me measure up?" he asked, rolling to his side to display full frontal.

The rippling abdominals were every bit the perfection of her fantasies, but not even her dreams could've prepared her for the thick shaft laying curled against his stomach. She bit her lip as a flood of lust slicked the inside of her thighs. She wasn't sure how her hand ended up wrapped around the impressive rod, but the Marine's groan didn't sound like a complaint.

Milking her hands up the length, she felt it swell. She watched a tiny pearl of pre-cum ooze from the slit on the purpled crown and leaned down to lap it up. Thick fingers speared through the twist of her blond hair, encouraging her attention. She laved the head with sweeping licks before opening her mouth wider to envelop his length. She moaned in delight at the warm, salty taste of him, the vibrations tingling through his shaft making his hips jump in pleasure. She smiled around him at the tightening of his fingers on the back of her skull, but it was her turn to jump when his hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers dancing over the damp silk of her panties.

Her hips undulated as she continued to bob up and down his cock. Her gasps of pleasure only intensified her suction. The small room echoed with their combined moans until he pulled her off him with an audible pop. She whimpered in frustration when his hand slipped away, but comprehension dawned when his calloused hands closed around her waist lifting her to straddle him on the table. Her panties were an casualty as he snapped them with little effort.

Her hands were eager as she lined him up and sunk down. Her head fell back with a little cry as he impaled her. Gripping her hips, he pounded her down on him, his hips lifting to meet her. The slap of skin and their passionate cries bounced off the walls. His fingers bit into the toned flesh of her hips. Her posts lost their rhythm as uncontrollable need took over. She plunged down on him over and over. A scream ripped from her as his thumb found her clit, grinding it down against her pelvic bone. She writhed wildly, the pleasure like an electric current coursing through her.

Maximus bucked powerfully as her body clenched around him in the throes of release. Slamming up into her forcefully, he gave in to his own passions. His bellow of completion was deafening.

Meadow slumped over his sweaty body, struggling to gather her wind and wits.

"A rather unusual massage technique, Love, but I can't argue the results. I can't recall the last time I was so relaxed," Maximus mused, a lazy smile spreading over his handsome face.

A crazy giggle welled up in her chest. She had talked to him! She had done more than talk to him.

"My pleasure. By the way, I'm Meadow."

© Mara McBain 10/2011

~ WC ~ 869

First Place Round 59!! ~ Unmissed Opportunities. ~ Only last weekend did I discover that I was into brawn as well as into brains. I sat opposite this really hot Royal Marine in the train, and he had a Royal Marines rugby team top on. I thought, "Hmm, yummy!" and he seemed to think the same... Unfortunately, I couldn't bring myself to start a conversation. Your task will therefore be to tell me what would have happened if I'd talked to him. He has to be a Marine (from any country you like) and he has to play rugby or any other sport that gets you a great physique. Oh, and the action doesn't have to happen on the train. You can use that info to establish how they have met and let the reader know in a flashback kind of way.

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