Although I have written one before and some that I have written have been integrated with a massage, I will attempt to make this story all about being...rubbed the right way. So here we go!Massage Masters is the name of a business in a town in the northern US, I will not name the town, but it's fictional initials are MPLS. You figure it out. LOL I regress, lets get to the meat of the story.I was visiting friends in the area and one evening while everyone was either at work or busy somewhere. Truth was he wanted it just as badly as she did but he wanted it on his terms. “I do… I want it so much…” Rachel moaned lustily. “Oh that doesn’t sound sincere enough,” Chris chided her, “you can do so much better. I want you to beg for it.” “Please… Please push your hard cock into me…” Rachel begged, surprising herself with the readiness of her words. “Better, but not nearly good enough,” Chris said, “I want to know how badly you want it, I want you to tell me who you are.” “Fuck,” Rachel. "I was sitting on the other end of the pool, on the edge of the diving board, watching this. Although I thought you messed up a bit I didn't realize the extent of your mistake. When I saw you floating face-down I thought you were looking for a hair elastic that you might have lost or something - man was I stupid. A few seconds later when I noticed you weren't moving, I got scared and jumped into the water to come save you. By the time I had reached you, you must've swallowed a lot of water. I. " "I don't blame you." He shuddered at the memory. "But after a few days ofhell, I got some really cool stuff." "I'm not sure I could take it. Let's see... I'd like to be able to becomeinvisible and/or intangible. And control it. So I could be visible andintangible, like one of your illusions. Or I could be invisible, but havemy hands and feet solid. Like the Twonkeyville Ghost." They all groaned at the reference to the briefly popular children's show. "As long as I'm dreaming, I'd like to be.