From: sykopath@leland.Stanford.EDU (Mickey)
Subject: This is a story...I hope no one minds, and if you like it, tell me.
Organization: DSG, Stanford University, CA 94305, USA
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 92 08:43:05 GMT

I hope you all enjoy this story, and that it's not too far outside
the charter of this group...

This story is collated from a variety of real-life experiences; if one
of you happens to see yourself here, don't worry...
...no one will know it's you.  :)


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It's amazing, how comfortable we feel together.  Even though we only met
a few hours ago, we're talking like old friends; sharing our different
faiths, our different ideas, and yet rejoicing in what similarities there
are.  We're more alike than we seem, somehow...and I think I might just be
starting to trust you.  And, perhaps, you begin to feel the same?

It's only after you mention you have a romantic partner that I ask...the last
thing I want is to be misinterpreted...
"Do you like backrubs?"

You smile, clearly undisturbed, and I am pleased at your acceptance of my
question, your faith in the honesty of my intentions.
"Yes, very much."

Now the hard part, for me at least; I've always been a bit shy, even with
friends.
"Umm...would you like one now?"

Your smile widens a little as you nod assent, and you mutter something
about your hard day, how long it's seemed.  I make sympathetic noises,
knowing exactly what you mean.  Some days are just like that...

You turn your chair around, and sit facing the back, your back towards me.
I brush your long, straight hair away from your neck, forward over your
shoulder; then slowly slide my hands, fingertips first, onto your shoulders.
After a moment for you to accustom yourself to my touch, I stroke them gently
outwards from your neck to the tops of your arms.  My hands cup around your
shoulders, and my fingers gently squeeze and stroke around the joint, then
up onto the strong muscles at the top of your back.

My thumbs massage your neck gently as I roll my fingers firmly along the front
of your shoulders, squeezing the tension from the muscles.  Slowly my hands
move further up your neck, my thumbs now rubbing the base of your skull, 
soothing away that little headache you didn't know you had until it was gone.
I slide my fingers around your head to your temples, thumbs stroking slowly
up the midline of your skull, moving carefully over your hair, then pressing
hard against the skull to relax the tension...

I run my fingers lightly through your hair, and you sigh softly, relaxing
into my touch.  Now, stroking down your neck, lightly touching and soothing
the now-relaxed muscles.  I stroke the back of your neck gently, then move
my hands out along your shoulders, massaging out towards your arms.  I cup my
hands around your shoulders, my palms rubbing your back, my fingers firm on
the front of your arms.  I gently pull you back to lean on my chest, as I
slide my hands a little further around to the top of your chest.

My hands move lightly to the inner points of your collarbone, then stroke
slowly outward to the tops of your shoulders.  I repeat the motion, but this
time with one finger above and one below the collarbone, massaging and 
relaxing the muscles on your chest.  My hands begin to slide back over your
shoulders, my fingers massaging the area below your neck as they pass.

I gently lean you forward again, onto the back of the chair, and begin to run
my hands lightly down your back.  I scratch very gently with my fingernails,
getting your blood flowing and stimulating the skin.  I slip my hands under 
your shirt, watching carefully to tell if you object.  "Is this okay?" I 
almost whisper, and you nod, lost in relaxation and the pleasure of the
massage.  I move my hands up along your back, fingernails trailing over
your skin, back up to your shoulders again.  You lean back a little into the
warm support of my hands, as I rub once more across your shoulders, then
down towards your shoulderblades.  I trace the outline of each shoulderblade
with my thumbs, then again more firmly, pressing into the deeper muscles.
I massage each shoulderblade in turn, then both at once, one with each
hand.  You lean back a bit more to increase the pressure, but I don't
complain; my arms can take it for at least a while...and you seem to be
enjoying yourself much too much for me to stop right now.

I slowly work my way down to the small of your back, massaging small circles
along the sides of your back: then up again to your shoulders, one thumb 
working on either side of your spine.  Slow, gentle circles up the center
of your back, and down your sides, over and over again; not pressing very
hard, just relaxing the large muscles of your back.

I slide my hands up to your shoulders again, then down your back.  Lightly, I
stroke up along your spine and then down your sides, several times, soothing
the newly relaxed and awakened muscles.

You lean back against me, and I give you a gentle hug.

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NOTE: Yes, I do in fact do this, and enjoy it greatly, in real life; and
no, I don't expect or desire such interactions to turn into sex...
...so if you're ever in the Stanford area, and feel like a backrub, send
me some email!  I'll be more than happy to oblige...:)

NOTE II: Any comments on this story, whether about form or content, are
much appreciated.

Thanks much,

Mickey.