RC�s note: This story is a �project� that I felt strongly compelled to attempt. A true, dear and sweet author of erotica (Pandora) wrote a story that really moved me (Fantasy or Reality). Pandora is a writer that I admire, as well as her work. I implore upon you the reader, click on the link below, and read the story that she wrote before you continue and read my �sequal�, or it won�t make sense to you. Just hit the �BACK� button from her page upon completion of her lust-filled story! Note to �Pandy�: I hope I did your most HOT story justice, baby! *kisses*

Fantasy or Reality

Heather laid face down on the table behind the curtain in physical therapy. She was on her last day of treatment for a back injury that she received several weeks ago while helping lift a patient. Nearly asleep, the heat packs, along with the ultrasonic massage, being applied to her back always relaxes her and puts her in such a dreamy state. She hasn�t a care in the world, and she figures that things could not be better.

Meanwhile, just outside her treatment area, Dr. Armstrong was discussing with one of the physical therapists the progress of one of his cases, as a �ding� sounds from behind the curtain where Heather is being treated. The physical therapist momentarily interrupts the doctor: �James, will you go and apply Heather�s massage for me, while I finish my discussion with Dr. Armstrong?�

�Heather?� the doctor exclaims, trying to conceal excitement. Dr. Armstrong, for two years now, has never been able to shake his experience from the time when he was in the hospital, and the sponge bath that he received from an angel nurse named Heather. His mind floods each and every time the name is spoken: her light brown hair and brown eyes, her beautiful body, and her marvelous �bedside manor�. Oh, it was the day that he thought he had died and went to heaven. He, shortly thereafter, had moved here, and never had seen her again. This all was still a daze to him, although his vivid memories, real or not, were etched into his mind forever.

�Yes, Doctor. Heather is a patient of ours for treatment. It is her last day. She is a nurse from the hospital across town. Why do you ask?� the therapist replies, puzzled by the dreamy look in Dr. Armstrong�s eyes.

�Could it be?� he thinks to himself. He cannot resist and peeks through the curtain. There she lay, there�s no mistaken that body and that hair. Her eyes are closed in near slumber, her face turned toward him. She lays with a sheet covering her from the waist down, her hospital top unbuttoned in the back and her back exposed. He can also see her breast pressed against the table and partially exposed, pressed out slightly to her side because of its fullness. There is no doubt in his mind that this is �Heaven�. He may never know whether his memories were real or a dream, but regardless, he was going to be her reality now. He asked the therapist if he may apply the patient�s massage therapy, and with a stupefied look, the therapist agreed.

Dr. Armstrong slowly enters the treatment area, as if to savor the moment. Quietly easing in, he closes the curtain completely behind him. He walks up to her and stands next to her nearly-asleep body, admiring her soft skin and her pretty hair. In a quiet, but �official� voice, he speaks, saying, �Ma�am, I�m here for your body massage. Please turn your head the other way for me.�

She turns her head and thinks to herself, �BODY massage? I am only supposed to get my back done. Well, maybe it�s a new PT tech. A body massage wouldn�t be so bad, so I won�t say a thing.�

He decides to start off slowly, so he finds the oil from the shelf and pours some into his hands and rubs it around a bit, and approaches his �Heaven�. Her hair up, just as it was the last time that he laid eyes upon this lucious creature, and her neck and shoulders completely vulnerable to him, he begins by gently allowing just his fingertips to touch her for a brief moment. He feels her body tense from his light, soft touch. She lets out a sigh, and he then gently but firmly sinks his hands and fingers into her shoulders at the base of her neck, starting a nice massage. She smiles to herself, thinking that this new PT tech has firm but caring hands, and that she likes this quite much. As his hands massages her shoulders, his eyes are being massaged by her beauty and the feel of her skin. His breathing heightens and his fingers involuntarily firm their grip just a bit.

After spending several moments this way, he wraps his fingers around her neck, and then allowing each pointer finger to gently graze each earlobe as he deeply massages her neck. Heather is quite sensitive on her ears, and a moan comes out unexpectedly, and she immediately clears her throat in a nonchalant fashion, hoping the PT tech hadn�t noticed. Her body begins to tingle all over as her massager continues to �accidentally� touch her ears repeatedly. She starts to feel a strange sense of arousal, something that she never expected to feel from her massage, and her breathing also becomes more rapid.

Having earlier placed the oil on top of the heating pads that were on her back, he reaches for the bottle again. This time, instead of pouring the oil into his hands, he pours it directly between her shoulder blades in a tiny stream and returns the bottle to the heated pads. She lets out a gasp as the oil trickles onto her back, the sensation of the hot oil for the first split second feels too hot, but immediately subsides to a comfortable warmth. He places his palms squarely onto her shoulder blades, and begins to massage them with his fingers, while applying some pressure to her and moving his palms around in a slight, circular motion. She starts to enjoy this more now, and really wants to let out a loud moan, but forces herself to refrain from doing so. Next, his hands both move away from the center of her back and work their way down to her sides, slowly and gradually, continuing to massage her as he does. She gasps deeply as his hands come in contact with the very far sides of her large, subtle breasts that are pressed out slightly to her sides as she lays on them. He carefully ensures that his fingertips softly brush against these most beautiful mounds, and the touch of them nearly steals his breath as he becomes erect.

After a few minutes more, he again reaches for the oil, and this time pours it generously around her back. He decides that he now wants to build her desires to a higher level. He takes his hands just inches from each side of her spine, starting at the lowest part of the small of her back and forcefully slides his hands up the length of her back, then over to her sides, this time pressing firmly against the sides of her breasts, and gliding down to her sides and back to the small of her back, repeatedly. The firmness of his strong hands have affected her, and she again moans loudly, this time not caring if he notices or not. Heather is becoming hot from this, and she feels herself becoming moist. Unknowingly of his intentions, she tries to control her feelings, but to no avail. She loves his hands and what they are doing to her, and she succumbs and no longer tries to fight it, but to go with it and enjoy.

After several repeated trips up and down her body, he takes her arm nearest to him, his hands still sopping from oil and begins at the shoulder and massages the length of her arm, even massaging her hands and each finger. She becomes mesmerized, feeling each and every touch magnified many times over. He then reaches across her back and goes for the other arm. As he does, she feels his stiff shaft press against her side, and she knows just how aroused he�s become. A smile crosses her face, and wonders if he realizes what he is doing to her. He repeats the same procedure with the other arm, pressing himself against her harder and harder as he moves farther and farther up her arm. Her body is now rising and falling to and from the table as her breathing becomes deep and heavy.

Dr. Armstrong then tells Heather that he must now do her legs for her. She nearly loses her breath at the thought--can this get better? He slowly slides the sheet that covers her lower body down, revealing the dreamiest, sexiest ass he�s ever seen, as well as strong, well-toned legs, just as he remembered from two years ago. He once again coats his hands and moves to the foot of the table and begins to work her feet. She loves having her feet rubbed, and begins to squirm around slightly, nearly losing all control of her body. The shudders race from her feet up her body like a stampede of wild horses. She can feel her nipples pressing against the table on which she lays, pressing back into her breasts, hard as steel now. He takes care in caressing every spot of her foot, and then moves to the other and pays it equal attention. Then taking the bottle for one more pour, he draws a line with the hot oil from her left foot, slowly up her leg, over her perfectly round ass cheeks, and back down across her creamy firm right thigh and back down the right calf. The oil drips down slowly between her cheeks, and a few drops touch her on her crack, and makes her squirm around even more. With both hands, he runs them up and down her calf. She�s nearly crawling around now, her legs slightly part and he�s now able to see her sweetness encased in the frame of her beautiful legs and ass. His growing excitement projects through his hands, as his pace of caressing becomes more vigorous. The light shines so that he sees a slight glisten of her nectar that has seeped from her tunnel of pleasure. He takes the other calf, and rubs is vigorously, losing control. She is as well, as she is moving around, as he sees her ass muscles contracting a bit, and he can stand it no longer. He takes her legs and parts them a bit on the narrow table, and she gladly follows his unspoken request. Her legs are hanging off of each side. He pauses for a moment, and unknowing to her, he begins to remove all of his clothing. He crawls up onto the table with her, between her legs on his knees and begins to caress each thigh with each hand with passion strengthening his caresses. Heather is barely able to breathe, and she is swilling around on the table, nearly dancing, as his touch lights her clean to her soul. He grabs her cheeks, placing his thumbs in the middle, and squeezes and massages hard. She squeals as silently as she can, as his thumbs brushes against her sopped petals.

He pushes her legs wider apart, as her long legs are hanging off of the table now, her feet nearly touching the floor. He lowers himself and positions so that he can penetrate his Heaven. She slightly raises her hips to accept her unknown �intruder�. His swollen mushroom touches her lips and she again maintains her love noises as well as she can, but barely able to bridle them. He pushes himself into her, and cries out in a muffled voice, �Oh, my sweet Heaven!�

The ring of the sound of his voice and that name petrifies her for a brief second, as she remembers back to a place and time when she heard these words before. �Robert! It�s you!� she exclaims in a lust-filled voice.

�Yes, my lover. I�m so glad we�re here together again!� he proclaims in a proud voice as he slips inside her deeply. She moans hard through closed lips and gritted teeth, moving around on his solid hard shaft. Using the weight of his body to his advantage, he rests upon her and pushes himself deep inside her garden, as he reaches and pulls her ass cheeks apart. She coos, as he sees her fists clenched, trying not to scream out loud. She does not want this to stop, and she doesn�t want anyone hearing her and coming in. He reaches around her waist and places his hand under her, and manages to get his fingers on her wet button, which is twitching and swollen severely from anticipation. He develops a slow, long stroke inside her, her lips drape around his manliness tight, a perfect fit and she�s perfectly filled. She meets his strokes, rocking back into him. She is able to reach the wall in front of her with her hands and she is pushing back into him as he pushes into her. They develop a perfect rhythm, and a strong one. His fingers dance happily on her clit, and the passion is swelling to nearly a peak of dizzying heights. They dance, and they dance--more and more, faster and faster. Both their bodies tell them that this must be felt fully, and at the same time, as they each raise their rate of pleasing each other one more time, the rush pours, and her clit and her vagina both simultaneously explode in complete flames, contracting and twitching as his cock jerks madly inside her, filling her with all the juices that she�s built up inside him. They go wild, rocking and rocking and rocking, maddened completely with ecstasy. This seems to last for several minutes until they both collapse, both expelled, and both completely satisfied and blissful.

He gets up from the table, and goes to her face. She looks at him through the glossiest of eyes. He leans over and kisses her deeply with much passion.

Heather awakes to the sound of someone�s voice, �Heather, your time is up. Dr. Armstrong said that you fell asleep during your massage, and recommended that you be allowed to sleep for a little while.� She notices the clock on the wall--it is 2:30 p.m.--it was 1:00 p.m. when she got there. Had she slept that long? Then the shock hit her: �Oh, my God!� she thinks to herself. �Did I dream this? Could this have been real?�

The PT technician hands Heather a slip of paper........ See Part 3 at Heaven Can't Wait(hit the back button upon completion)

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