I could scarcely believe my eyes when she walked in the door. I had been expecting her; of course, she always came in about the same time of day. I'll even admit to waiting expectantly for her. She is a pretty young lady, the kind that you just like to look at. She has a pretty face, with long golden tresses of hair tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. I knew she would look nice, she always does. I just didn't expect such a vision of unadulterated raw sex appeal to come strolling in.
I had seen her several times, she is a massage therapist and works from an office connected to our facility and she uses our business entrance. It was early in the afternoon and rain was pounding down in a thunderous roar. Thunder and lightening crashed and rolled, keeping the day interesting, but slow. She pulled up in her car and I knew she was about to make a mad dash for the door, so I hurried over and opened it for her.
She came in the door like a whirlwind. She shook the water from her long hair and, as she did so it splattered all over me. We both laughed and she meekly apologized. I was trying ever so valiantly to be polite, but GOD she looked sexy. I have always thought a woman looks wonderful, when soaking wet with water dripping from her hair and face. She was beyond wonderful, I swear it was intoxicating.
As if the fact that her face and hair were wet weren't bad enough, she was soaked to the skin. Her clothes clung to her. She was wearing scrub pants and they were so wet they were practically see through. Her top was what took my breath away. Hard, dark brown and very stiff nipples seemed as if they might poke completely through the white t-shirt she was wearing. She was even wearing a bra, but the lace was a small deterrent, and actually served more to frame and enhance, rather than to shelter or hide, her wet breasts. The thin white t-shirt clung ferociously to her, the nipples straining against the wet fabric.
We laughed and talked about the rain, and then I suggested that she might wish to go back to her massage room and dry off. She just looked around and asked where everyone was and I told her I was alone in the office because everyone had taken a three day weekend. She just looked at me and smiled and then with a mischievous grin, she suggested I lock the door and come back and dry her off, myself.
What could I say? I locked the doors, transferred the phones and hurried back to her area. She was waiting for me with candles and incense burning and Enya playing on the stereo. She had a towel draped over her shoulders, but had yet to do anything about drying herself off. She was mesmerizing. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and she had a sort of pouty look.
She looked at me and said in a low voice, "I am so wet, why don't you help me?"
I reached for the towel and as I did, she stepped closer to me, murmuring something about wet and soggy clothing. I lay the towel on the table and with deft fingers, began undressing her. I slid her clinging t-shirt over her head and unclasped her bra and pulled it over her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Then with a slow and gentle touch, I slid her pants down over her curvaceous hips and she stepped gracefully out of them.
She was completely nude, standing in the flickering light of the candles, her body looked exotic and incredibly alluring with shadows dancing over her skin. I leaned down and slipped my left arm around her waist and my right arm behind the bend of her knees, then picked her up tenderly to deposit her on the massage table before me. She sat there, thighs spread open and impishly showing me treat she knew I was longing for.
I bent down and cupped her face in my hands. My hands are quite large and her face was almost comical lying there, framed between my two massive paws. I pulled her gently forward and kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose, then on each cheek, on her forehead and gingerly on her lips.
I took the towel in my hands and began caressing her skin with it, the gentleness of it took her off guard and she looked at me through curious, but eager eyes. I ran the towel over her skin with caress's as light as the fluttering of butterfly wings. As I dried her thighs, a soft moan escaped her throat and she spread her legs eagerly. I simply ignored her and dried her calves and then her feet. I swaddled her foot in the towel and massaged it with gentle strokes, then adoringly spread her toes and patted them dry, tugging lightly on each one as I did so.
Then I kissed the top of her foot, licked the tips of her toes and lifted her foot to suckle on her Achilles heel. After I finished the first, I did the same to the other. I kissed up her calf and nibbled teasingly on her knee. With soft, slow strokes, my tongue crept up her thighs, first one and then the other, back and forth, back and forth.
When I was close enough to her enticing little box, I licked outside and up the crevice between hip and thigh. Then I buried my face in her tummy and suckled her bellybutton, pausing now and then to run my tongue in a tantalizing waltz across the area above her pubes, dipping my tongue now and then to float over her pubic mound.
I kissed up her tummy, biting and gnawing gently on her hip bone and ribcage. I lifted her breast with delicate care and ran my tongue along the little crease where the breast adjoins the chest; I flittered my tongue back and forth over it and then closed my mouth to suckle in a near worshipful manner. I sucked the tender bottom side of her breast and then licked along the outer edges, tongue dancing and spiraling. I circled her nipple and watched with amazement as they drew tighter and harder, pulling the skin around them into tiny wrinkles.
I ran my tongue around each nipple, from one to the next, teasing and kissing. I blew hot breath over them, I licked the outer edges of each one and I then kissed up her chest to her throat.
