"So, are you now terrified and worried that you're being dragged home by an unstable maniac?" Hannah asked John as they reached the entrance to her apartment.

John smiled and shook his head in response to Hannah's question. Her revelations had been unusual, to say the least, but John didn't think either 'terrified' or 'worried' captured his feelings about what she'd told him.

"Anyone whose outlook is a little different is always good company, in my opinion, as long as it's genuine and not contrived. I'm entirely convinced you're genuine, and I hope you feel I am, too," Hannah's new acquaintance replied.

Hannah didn't feel it necessary to explain to John that she wasn't in the habit of inviting strangers home, although she was sure he was curious why she had done so on this occasion.

"I see you quite often in the supermarket, as I'm another early bird. I know that's not a very scientific way to decide someone's suitability for the task of making a quirky girl giggle, but I feel I know you already, even if it's just in the context of bread and milk," Hannah explained with a smile.

"A woman who's explained that her back is the epicentre of her erotic world while standing behind me in a queue holding a cucumber? Who in their right mind could pass up the chance to spend time with someone as fascinating as that?" John responded as Hannah led him into her flat with a skip in her step.

"We could sit on the sofa and talk about the weather, but I'd rather feel your touch on my back, if that's OK. If I'm purring and laughing, you can safely assume you're hitting the spot. If you see my hands slip into my knickers and I ask you to do me an extra favour, you can be as certain as it's possible to be that you're nailing it," Hannah explained, already aroused by the prospect of enjoying her most treasured escapism.

As soon as John knelt behind her, Hannah spread herself face down on her bed, feeling as excited as she had in a long time. She knew her erotic anticipation would seem strange to some, given what was proposed, but the only other person who mattered didn't share that view.

"Make the weird back-kink lady squirm," Hannah said softly.

John knelt between Hannah's legs and began his novice strokes along her back. Hannah wasn't looking for trained or expert hands, just someone who took her quirk in their stride and wanted her to feel the way she craved.

"You wouldn't believe how horny I am just from imagining things here," Hannah whispered.

"I might," John replied as he ran his fingers along Hannah's shoulders and upper back.

Hannah had experienced arousal in similar situations before, but never with anyone who understood that this was her pleasure summit, not a step toward another destination. The fact that John 'got it' gave everything an intensity Hannah couldn't put into words, and knowing she didn't have to was beautiful.

"My little quirk makes it hard to see how much you're enjoying everything, but if you rest your cock on my back I'll know the answer immediately," Hannah giggled. Following her instructions meant John answered the question without a word.

"I'll be splattering my dairy goods all over your back soon, just from hearing how sexy you're feeling if I'm not careful," John laughed, hoping a joke would be the best way to handle the potential issue.

"If that happened, I'd be extremely flattered and probably find myself thrashing around in my own horny heaven. A no-hands splash over my special place? I wouldn't need to touch myself anywhere to pop the Champagne if you could pull that off without pulling yourself off," Hannah shouted excitedly.

As John continued with his massage duties, Hannah enjoyed the sensations it created, along with thoughts of the agreed-upon additional element.

"If you need to imagine anything at all to uncork the bottle, please do so. Once I feel that first splash, I couldn't care less what you do to keep them coming. You'll be relieved to know that high-maintenance me has now said her last word on the matter," Hannah said urgently.

As soon as John began twitching in pre-orgasm, he felt Hannah would find this deeply satisfying. He was absolutely right. To John, Hannah's wriggles and laughter were a thing of beauty, and her squeal of joy when his cock sent a rope of cum over her back was followed by uncontrollable laughter as her climax ignited.

John's extreme arousal sent wave after wave of cum over Hannah's back, and each splash sent her mind and body to new heights. Having John massage his output over her shoulders and spine made Hannah laugh, howl, shriek, and moan endlessly, too.

Hannah's modest hopes were blown out of the water by the intensity of her pleasure. It was made truly memorable by John sharing her excitement, which was beyond anything Hannah had dared dream of.

Being able to enjoy every wave of an unforgettable release with someone she'd taken a chance on was pure heaven for Hannah. Even when John could produce sensation alone from his cock, he massaged his previous output over Hannah's back to ensure she extracted everything possible. She did.

As soon as Hannah regained coherent speech, she made sure John knew she hoped they could make what they had shared a regular thing. John felt the same way, so they did.

Hannah knows what she likes, and John understands. That's all that matters to either of them.