"Lisa meet Ben!" Amy announced excitedly.
Lisa was a childhood friend, a single mum whose life was as tough and lonely as Amy's had been before she had met Ben. Now in her early forties, Lisa worked long shifts as a waitress and was constantly tired with sore feet and an aching back.
She was dressed in a baggy white blouse and tan cotton trouser that were deliberately designed to hide the shape of her self-conscious body. Her brown shoulder length hair hung roughly around her attractive face and big brown eyes. She had lost much of her younger confidence and exuberance and fidgeted nervously as she smiled at Ben.
"Ben meet Lisa," Amy continued. She had wanted to introduce them for a while and this was the perfect opportunity to both treat her best friend, and also share a secret.
She had told Lisa that Ben was a qualified masseur. That wasn't true, but he had become proficient after long hours of service to Amy's body. It was amazing how attentive a chastised man could be.
"Okay Lis, underdress to your pants," Amy smiled as she laid a white towel on the massage table.
"What?" Lisa blurted nervously.
"Trust me. It will really help your back."
Lisa looked in alarm at the tall attractive man in the tight masseur shirt. Slowly and reluctantly, she turned her back on him and started to undress, revealing a surprisingly toned body. She unhooked her bra and waited, reluctant to turn back around.
"Lie down on the massage table?" Ben suggested helpfully.
Lisa quickly did as he ordered lying face down, pleased to have hidden her slightly sagging breasts.
"I'll leave you with Ben," Amy smiled.
"What?" Lisa was trembling, totally intimidated by Amy's gorgeous guy and mortified at having to reveal her body in front of him. Now she would be alone with this man who was about to touch her body.
"Okay, Lis?" Ben spoke, his sexy gravelly voice only adding to her nervousness, "Where does it hurt?"
"Neck and lower back," she whispered in an almost frightened voice.
Ben squeezed massage oil on his hands, the slap of his palms making Lisa jump even before his strong hands touched her shoulders. Her body immediately lit up, the wave of expectant energy making her tingle. His touch felt amazing and Lisa suddenly realised that she had been moaning out loud in pleasure, "Oh god, I'm sorry," she stuttered.
"That's good," Ben replied calmly, a little amused by Amy's shyness, "... it helps me know what you like."
He continued to massage her back, her neck and arms, and then started on her feet. Lisa was floating lightheadedly with his touch. He was pressing her ankles and working his way up her legs. She was trembling uncontrollably as his hands reached her thighs.
"How high do you go?" she laughed nervously, "Can I trust you?"
"You don't need to worry," Ben replied silkily, "You know Amy keeps me in chastity."
"What!" Lisa lifted her head and stared at Ben and then his crotch.
With Lisa still staring, Ben tapped his tan trousers, "Steel bars and an empty keyhole," he sighed.
"Oh my god! Where's the key?"
Ben shrugged, "Amy's pocket, panties, who knows..."
"Oh fuck! You don't have it?"
"No," Ben smiled at the suggestion, "I once found a key inside the lining of Amy's black cocktail dress."
Lisa was staring, hanging on his every word.
"Amy was out, so I poured a whiskey and lay down to...," he paused, ... to play with something I hadn't had free access to for years."
"And?" Lisa cried.
"Wrong key," Ben's face broke into a wry smile.
"You poor thing!"
"The real key was in the lining of a dress," Ben could feel himself swelling at the thought, "... but the one Amy was wearing at the time."
Lisa gasped.
"You learn to obey your keyholder and her wishes," Ben turned and gently kissed Lisa's bottom.
"What was that?"
"Amy wants you to enjoy this massage..."
"Wow!" Lisa mouthed, her mouth hanging open at the thought that her enjoyment carried so much power. She slowly lay down and again, but this time she was trembling and moaning more loudly as Ben's oil covered hands continued to press her unloved inner thighs.
His touched seemed even more electric and her dormant sexuality was waking as his fingers brushed the seam of her old worn white satin panties. She hoped like mad that Ben's hands would venture closer.
"Okay?" Ben asked, focusing on the small pink heart shape designs that peppered Lisa's panties like kisses.
Lisa was trembling and moaning on each exhale.
"Is this okay?" Ben repeated.
"I hope so," Lisa giggled nervously.
Ben squeezed her butt and watched the ripples flow as he released his hold. He straightened her underwear and watched goose bumps cover her body. His hands pressed against her buttocks, releasing her tight glutes as Lisa's hips thrust subtly into the massage table. She gripped the edged of the table as Ben's fingertips ran the entire length of her breathless body.
"Would you kiss me?" Lisa blurted, her long hair spraying out along her spine as she continued to twist and arch.
Ben eased the woman on to her side, lifted her top thigh on to his shoulder and buried his lips deep into the white fabric of her panties as it ran between her legs. Lisa moaned out loud, squeezing her legs together defensively, only for her soft thighs to tighten around his neck and chiselled chin. Ben's lips traced her slightly frayed panty line and waited, unable to untangle himself from her hungry, gripping legs.
"I'm sorry," Lisa gasped as she opened her thighs to release him, "I can't stop shaking," she smiled with damp smudged eyes.
She quickly lay back down on her front, waiting like an excited kid for Ben's hands to return with their much-needed love and attention. Her shyness had gone, and she felt strangely proud of her body as she moved her hand to brush across the front of Ben's trousers.
"Can I see it?" she whispered.
She felt like a giggly teenager as Ben unbuttoned his chinos and pulled down his black boxer shorts.
"Oh my god, its tiny," Lisa cried, "... and it's trying to squeeze out?"
"What do you expect?" Ben smiled.
"Me? Really?" Lisa bit her smiling lower lip as she sunk her bare breasts back down on to the massage table.
"You have a beautiful body," he whispered.
Lisa giggled with embarrassment, her fingers now tickling her own thighs, "Oh I wish I could have that sort of power..."
Ben reached across her body and gently pushed his hands down inside her damp panties, pressing her glutes as Lisa moaned again in pleasure. "I guess that if I remove my hands before you give permission, you'll give me a bad review?"
"What? Yes!" Lisa panted.
