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Splinter and Irma - The After Work Massage

by tannim

May 25, 2016

"Oh... That Vernon. He had me carrying those boxes all over the office again!" Irma leaned against the doorway. "He's a guy, why can't HE do the heavy lifting?"

"Would you like a massage, Irma?" Splinter sounded concerned. "It'll relax your muscles and let them unknot. You would at least be able to stand up straight again."

"I'd love one, Master Splinter. Only I don't want April to know what happened and I don't want your turtles to either, since they'd tell her. Really, I shouldn't have even told YOU." Irma grunted. "She probably has all the massage parlors bugged, though. I still don't know how she found out about the last one I had. That woman wouldn't leave me alone until I told her why I went."

"Erm, that's not exactly what I meant." The old rat smiled. "I meant, I could give you a massage. They are not difficult."

"You could? I didn't know you could do that. You're not just trying to get your hands on me, are you?"

"You are welcome to refuse, of course."

"Well, what've I got to lose? I can't do anything like this. Not here though. Can you do it at my apartment? I KNOW April doesn't go THERE often."

"Of course."

****

"If you want something to drink, you can help yourself. Please wash your hands first. I'll be back in a minute."

Splinter politely waited in the living room. He'd been to Irma's apartment before, if never alone with her there. It felt different to be in a lady's home for something other than a serious issue.

"There, how's this?" Irma slouched a bit but still tried to show off the bikini swim suit. It showed her off quite a bit better than she showed it off. "I didn't want to go for naked like the massage parlors, sorry."

"That's quite alright. I think that will work very well. Would you like to use the couch?"

"No, I think the bed would be better." She lead the way and lay down on her belly with a groan. "There's no room on that couch to lay out. Um, how do you want to start?"

He said nothing as he knelt next to her on the bed. His hands pressed to her back open palms down and went to work subtly squeezing the woman's tense muscles. Splinter's strong fingers felt around before pressing each time he found a knot to work.

"Unnng... you really do know how to do that." Irma squirmed a little under his hands. They felt a bit different from a human's. The claws tickled her skin a bit when they touched and his velvety soft fur didn't have the same drag as bare skin. "You have nice hands, Master Splinter."

"You may call me, Splinter, if you would prefer, Irma. There is no need to be so formal without my students around." He didn't respond to the comment about his hands.

Splinter hadn't seen too many women close up for long and those he had had been a very long time ago. Irma's back was quite pretty, both upper and lower areas. He ignored the temptation to rub down along her rump and simply worked her upper and middle back. She really was quite stiff there.

"Oh, alright... Splinter. It's an odd name. Why Splinter? Sorry if I'm talking too much. I never like to focus on what's happening with a massage at the parlor. It always feels like everybody is always looking at me and just seems so awkward having some stranger touching you." Irma giggled. "Not that you're really a stranger. I mean, I've seen you several times."

"It's alright. I don't mind. It's good to have somebody to talk to more casually." The rat leaned over her to apply more pressure to a spot near her spine. She had such soft skin and muscle tone. So different from his turtles and their firm well toned bodies. The side of her breast was pleasantly visible, too, if he'd let himself pay attention to it for more than a few quick peaks. "How's this?"

She grunted at the pressure. "Erg... It feels good. Please don't stop, but a little less pressure. You're squishing me into the mattress."

Irma turned her head to the side to see his knee. He had pretty good legs, despite the fur and rat feet. Those feet were even kind of cute, now that she looked at them for more than a few seconds. His hands felt really good back there, too.

"My apologies, Irma." Splinter eased up as asked and shifted his hands to use the knuckles to knead around her middle back up toward her upper back.

He pressed against the strap to her bikini repeatedly, but he said nothing about it. Simply working around it was easy, but it was distracting. Her whole back was bare except for that one teasing line. The old rat found himself wondering how she'd look without it. How that half inch wide foot or so long strip of skin would look if that tiny strap weren't there.

"Could you work a bit lower, Splinter? I think my lower back needs it more than up there."

He said nothing, just spread his legs a little more to shift position and let his fingertips slide down her spine. His claws left a pleasant tickle along her back that made Irma arch her chest up off the bed with a long oh of pleasant surprise. She shivered when he stopped.

"Um, could you do that again? I like that. Actually, hang on." The woman untied the thin neck strap easily, then fumbled at the back strap, and grumbled when she couldn't get it.

Irma tried again, straining her arms a bit until she untied the strap, then just lay there, breasts pressed to the sheet while he got to brush the straps out of his way. Splinter didn't go back to massaging her, however. She hadn't said to continue. Irma just lay there, feeling unsure about what she'd done and glad he wasn't touching her again yet.

Having it under her felt wrong for the situation after a few more seconds. She wasn't sure why, it just didn't seem right to have it there. Irma pushed herself fully up onto her knees to look at the top laying on the bed. Splinter had a full side view of her breasts and stiff nipples when she came up and a slightly better view when she tossed it to the head board.

Irma turned back to smile at him after laying back down. "There, that's better. Now you won't have to lift your fingers over that."

"Ermm... yes. That will make it easier." Splinter glanced at his groin. His robe still hid arousal somewhat. If he were to stand up, though, it'd be fully visible. Touching her had been enough to get it up even if she hadn't just flashed her breasts at him. How long had it been since he'd had a partner? He ran his claws along her spine again just as she'd asked. "You look lovely tonight, Irma."

Irma just hummed a bit in agreement. Her face was flushed from realizing the view she'd given him. How could she have flashed herself to a rat like that? Well, a rat that was the nicest guy she'd met in a long while. Tall, for a rat anyway. Spoke well, for anybody. Seemed well educated. Some people did like rats enough to keep as pets so they couldn't all be bad.

Irma glanced back again, but all she could really see was his robe and leg and some of his arm. "I didn't mean to do that. Not that I minded showing you, I guess. Umm... you didn't mind, did you?"

"I would never mind such a lovely sight." Splinter scratched down her back again, along a different path, then pressed his knuckles to her again to actually continue the massage.

"You actually think they were lovely?" Irma looked forward along the bed again. None of her boyfriends, either one of them, had ever said that. Not with a straight face anyway, not like they meant it. He really sounded like he had. "Thank you."

Neither said anything for a while after that. Splinter kneaded and squeezed along her back. She breathed heavily under his attention. They both felt the room growing more intense. Irma's bikini bottom dampened. Splinter's unseen cock pulsed between his legs with his heavier breathing. Neither saw the other's arousal, but they both wanted to share it.

Splinter swirled his open palms and spread fingers around in circles up and down her back. Irma squeezed her legs together tightly with thoughts of what it would be like with him drifting through her mind. What would it even feel like to kiss that rat face?

"How about," Irma felt her heart beat too fast suddenly as she said it, "my sides? Can you rub my sides?"

"If you like."

She felt the thrill of his fingers sliding down under her arms and especially when his fingertip brushed the sides of her breasts. He didn't say anything about touching there, but his fingers did jerk back an inch when he realized what they were. Irma felt a little disappointed about that.

"It's alright. They touch them a little at the... erm, the, at the massage place." Irma clenched her legs and sighed quietly in relief when the rat's hands returned to the area.

"I'll try to be more careful." Splinter tried to keep his voice calm, but it sounded breathless.

She really was lovely, laying before him nearly naked, if only she'd roll over so he could enjoy the front as well as the back. His fingers traced down her sides to her hips, squeezing wide with handfuls of Irma's front and back together at times and merely pressing inward directly on her side at others, always with his thumbs trailing behind kneading a circular pattern.

He moved back up, with his thumbs extending toward the middle of her back and worked his way back up. His claws lightly brushed the bottom sides of her breasts when he reached her armpit. The touch made her shove herself up in surprise.

Irma felt her cheeks blaze in embarrassment at the response but she closed her eyes and tilted her head up as though she'd meant to do it to give him better access. Her heart was racing with the situation. He had to have a very good view of her chest while she held herself up. She wasn't sure if she was upset about that.

Splinter wasn't upset about it. His eyes widened at the sudden view, not quite as good as she'd expected, but with plenty to see anyway. The calm he'd worked for drifted away from him, leaving both hands less steady squeezing hes soft feminine body. It really had been too long.

"Irma..." He couldn't think what else to say, but straddled her legs in the back to place himself fully behind her. "I didn't mean to look."

It sounded silly to him. It sounded silly to her, but in such a charming way. Irma took a deep breath, relishing his furry legs rubbing against hers while his hands continued to touch.

"I know you didn't. I just wanted to give you better access so you can do my front now." She hung her head after a few seconds. "Not really. I just over reacted to your fingers brushing my chest. I hope I didn't embarrass you."

Irma looked up and to the side when she felt a finger touch her chin. There was a look of more than just concern on his face. Even with his exotic rodent features she could make out the desire. He really wanted her. He wanted HER.

She straightened up in front of him. Her back pressed to his chest, his hot member pressed to her left leg just above the knee. Splinter's chest rose and fell against her for the several seconds she held herself there to just enjoy it. She wanted him too.

Irma grasped his robe with both hands and pulled him more firmly against her. "I wouldn't mind a bit more than a massage, Splinter. If you want to go further, I'm up for it."

The woman didn't wait for a response. Neither needed one. She turned her head as far back as she could, his lips met hers in a kiss and they both shuffled about on the bed until they could turn to face each other.

Irma panted as the kiss broke. She looked him over, his penis was jutting out from the partially open robe. She smiled. He smiled. They looked each other over again, Splinter taking a second longer to look back up to her away from her hips and chest, before wrapping arms around each other for a more intense kiss.

Splinter's muzzle completely covered her mouth at first. Irma just tilted her head back a bit further until she was kissing into it better. The strange feeling of kissing such a face didn't even register in her passion. It was just too wonderful to care that he was a rat.

Irma's tongue ran around her lips and over the bits of his that she could reach. His own bumped against hers a moment later. They slid together, briefly, then away over and over while they shared the kiss.

Irma's hands cupped his softly furred cheeks before sliding down along his neck. She pushed them under the neck of his robe while he explored her shoulders in return. For a while, Irma and Splinter held their hands still with the kiss, but they wanted more, needed more.

Irma pushed his robe down, trying to expose more of her lover. Splinter happily thrust his arms back to let it slide off, but she playfully pushed him down before his arms were out of it, breaking their kiss with a grunt of surprise and amusement. She surprised them both by standing up and simply staring down at him, breathing heavily and looking over his mostly exposed body.

Splinter looked up to her, admiring her lovely figure. "Is everything all right, Irma?"

"I just... I need. Just let me see you for a few seconds. I want to, but I want to see you, too, and I can't while, you're so handsome and nice and polite." She sounded breathless as she tried to think of what she wanted. Her legs shook as she straddled him, but were steady enough as she knelt over him. "I don't want to hurry and be done with it is all."

"You may take as long as you need." Splinter shrugged his kimono sleeves back up and placed his hands on her hips to slide them up along her sides and back down again. He let her feel him without touching her anywhere intimate just yet. "We'll take it however fast or slow you want or even not at all, if that is what you wish."

The woman straightened her back and tensed at his touch. "Thank you." Her hands pressed against his chest and she stared into his eyes fer several seconds before smiling more confidently again. "Thank you."

Irma lowered her hips. She felt him slip in. She watched him feel himself slip in. Splinter's eyes closed and his robe sleeves slid back down. She had no idea why she paid attention to that, but it stuck in her mind as she leaned her head back and closed her own eyes. Neither moved yet. Neither needed to. There was plenty of time for that soon enough. The first moments were there for savoring.

Splinter pressed his hands to her knees and opened his eyes to look her over again. He looked right into her eyes when she looked at him a second later and he pulled back against the bed before thrusting right back in. Her chest rose and fell quickly at the movement and she clenched her hands into fists against him.

He was moving again even before she growled at him. "More, please."

Her lover ground his hips up against hers faster and Irma leaned more of her weight onto his chest. He pushed his muzzle to her and she kissed him eagerly. She rocked back onto his cock and they kept moving together, each learning their partner's rhythm until it was a steady blissful motion.

Irma's heart pounded hard in her chest. It had been so long since she'd been with a real lover. It had been so long since anyone had paid attention to her needs or let her be in control of what happened. He just kept pushing in and she kept pushing back. Over and over with their pleasures growing. Splinter was a rat, but he was far more of a man than Vernon or the others around her had ever been.

Such soft fur against her flesh. Such a beautiful muscular figure. Such a perfect night.

Irma broke the kiss and pressed her cheek to his, still moving with him. "You've made this the best night of my life."