We've been seeing each other for a few months now and I suddenly realise that despite the fact that we met at a gym, I haven't ever worked out with you and neither have you ever given me one of your highly recommended massages! I think I've definitely earned both and when you finally agree to do a training session with me on your day off, I'm super excited!!
You'd been avoiding it saying that you never mix business with pleasure but you're so susceptible to my charms that you can't say no to me, especially not when I'm determined to have my way!
I hadn't realised how seriously you took your work till you start my class and I find myself cursing myself for insisting on this!! It's been a very long time since I had such a strenuous workout and at the end of a gruelling 45 minute session you take pity on me and call it a wrap. I'm sitting on the floor, against the mirror, my arms wrapped around my bent knees, my forehead resting against them, trying to get my breath back and you look at me and smile as you bend down and hold out a hand.
"Okay come on..I'll give you a massage. Those muscles are going to be aching by tomorrow evening and then you're going to try to bunk your next workout and we can't have that!"
I look up at you and as usual am dumbstruck by how beautiful you are! I know that's an unusual word but not at all inappropriate, where you're concerned. It actually hurts my eyes to look at you. And then I can't help but wonder what you see in me! Compared to you, my 5'2" frame is tiny and you literally tower over me. I guess I'm attractive; slim, with a decent enough body and short dark hair. I think my best feature is my smile whereas you are the epitome of every woman's fantasy come true!
You should be on the cover of a magazine and yet, you don't even seem to realise the effect you have on me and probably every woman who looks at you!. The beautiful hazel eyes, ringed with dark brown, perfect teeth, lips that smile so easily and ofcourse a body that women dream of...Tall, muscled but not OTT and those abs! It's a wonder my tongue doesn't roll out like Ally McBeal's in the TV show!!
Even as I think these thoughts once again, I pretend nonchalance and put my hand in yours, allowing you to pull me up. The momentum throws me against you and instinctively my hand comes up to brace myself for impact. The second it's splayed across your bare chest, it's as though a shock is reverberating through me and I can't stop myself from looking up at you.
You have the same look of surprise in your eyes that I feel inside me! And this is after three months of torrid sex, which in itself, is quite a revelation. But it's just momentary and then you're all business again. You drop my hand as if it had burned you and turn to lead the way to the massage room. I bend down to pick up my towel and follow you, still in a bit of a daze, trying to as usual, analyse our reactions to each other!
The sound of the door shutting and the lock turning makes me aware of my surroundings. I'm in a room with two massage beds. There are mirrors on three walls and that's it. Suddenly I'm overcome with apprehension. I'd forgotten that I hate massages..I just don't like my private space being intruded upon and strangers touching me, gives me the shivers! And although ofcourse you're not a stranger, from any angle, I still feel inexplicably shy, all of a sudden.
You pat the bed.
"I'll be back in a minute. Why don't you change out of that gear and wrap that towel around you. Lie down if you want. And oh! You'll need to ditch the underwear.."
I'm still taking that in when you open another door in the corner of the room and go through it, pulling it shut behind you.
I shake my head to clear it.
"What is wrong with you?? You're behaving as though you've never seen him before.."
And a tiny voice in my head seems to answer.
"Yes..but you can't help reacting this way, every single time, can you?"
Which is true! I find you so incredibly hot. You seem to ooze sexiness, effortlessly! I laugh because it's funny to acknowledge the truth! I'm still smiling as I quickly pull off my gym gear and step into the shower in the open stall in the massage room. The hot water was like a manna from heaven, soothing my aching muscles and I'm just tucking the towel under my armpits when you walk in and then stop. There's a strange smile on your lips, as though you're enjoying a private joke and I ask you what's so funny.
"Nothing!! You ARE tiny, aren't you? Come here, let me help you up.."
There's a step next to the massage bed but you just put your hands around my waist and lift me up as though I weigh nothing (actually I probably weigh less than you bench press!! ) and place me on the bed. My hands are still resting on your shoulders when you reach down and untuck the edge of the towel and it falls to my waist. I'm completely taken by surprise and can feel a blush enveloping my entire body as my palms instinctively come up to cover my breasts.
Ofcourse, you've seen me naked before but this situation is very different! You pretend not to have noticed and move to the table beside of the bed, your back to me.
"Okay, so you need to lie face down on your stomach. Leave the towel around your hips. I'll be doing your upper body first, then the legs and then we'll move to the front. That okay with you?"
You're not looking at me but I'm feeling more than a little shy maybe because you've changed into a white V neck tee and drawstring yoga pants and I'm almost naked!
By the time you turn around I'm stretched out on the bed on my tummy. The disposable sheet under me is scratching my sensitive skin and I'm feeling a little uncomfortable but I don't say a word. I've never seen you at work and I'm curious and my curiosity's getting the better of my discomfort. My arms are bent over above my head, my cheek resting on the top of my right hand as I watch you.
You finally turn to me.
"So..I'm going to use a little oil as a lubricant since your skin is very sensitive and I'll go lightly, I promise. Just let me know if the pressure is too much, okay babe?"
I'm incapable of uttering a word. I bite my lip and sort of just nod from my prone position.
"Relax!! I don't bite!"
But the minute I feel the cool drops of oil against my naked spine, I can't help but tense.
"Oh boy! You weren't kidding when you said that you don't like massages, were you?? Come on, babe...it's ME! You trust me, right?"
You cup my chin with your fingers and make me look at you.
"Yes, I do..I'm sorry!! It's just..I don't know..okay, sorry..I'm relaxing..I promise!"
I smile a shaky smile. Actually I have a sneaking feeling that this massage is going to going to go sideways because I can see the bulge in your pants, despite the fact that you say that you are very strict about mixing business with pleasure!
The instant your hands touch my back, I know that I'm in trouble. The feel of your fingers on the ultra sensitive skin of my back is unbelievable. It's like every movement is sending an electric current through my body.
Your palms smooth the light oil slowly across my upper back, your finger tips lightly grazing the edge of my shoulder bones, caressing them almost as both hands move in harmony on opposite sides of my body. It's like a pianist playing silent scales.
Your fingers and thumbs knead the back of my neck, gently and I can feel myself becoming almost boneless! It's like magic! I was all set to tighten up but you're amazing at this!
"I love the tattoo.. Have I mentioned that before?"
I feel your finger tip tracing the wings of the fairy etched in red and blue and slowly moving up to outline the butterfly on the side of my neck.
"It's pretty...and so delicate...just like you, babe"
Your voice (which I find unbearably sexy) is low. You're bending over me as you whisper that and instantly I find myself becoming wet! I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment! This is not happening I tell myself. He can't make me wet by just talking..that's insane! But you have! And I thank god that at least the towel around my hips is there to conceal my arousal. My breasts are already tingling and I find myself clenching and releasing my toes to stop the ache from spreading.
"Babe...you need to relax! Am I hurting you?"
Your fingers move down my arm, straightening it, squeezing and kneading my biceps and triceps. My "No" of denial sounds strangled to my ears but you don't comment on it. The next 10 minutes pass slowly as you work on the other side of my body, seemingly oblivious to what you're doing to my insides!
When your hands move back to the centre of my back and I feel the oil splattering lightly on my skin, I know I'm in for another torture session! So far it was just my upper body but now you're moving to my lower back and the top of my glutes.
I'm still processing that when your palms slide along the length of my rib cage on either side of my body, your thumbs facing the base of my spine and instantly my nipples harden. Your palms are touching the sides of my breast, your finger tips grazing the sensitive skin as you knead the muscle over and over again. Slowly, gently with a skill that I can't deny. I can feel my body relaxing and yet, paradoxically tensing every time your fingers come in contact with my rib cage. And when your hands side lower, your thumbs kneading the dimples of my lower back, your fingers closing around my hips, my legs tense up automatically.
A little lower and they will be grazing the top of my butt and the thought instantly makes me flood the sheet beneath. I think I'm going to die of embarrassment. I'm thanking the stars that you can't see what's happened, even if you suspect it (due to all your experience!) when you reach down and pull the towel covering me, a little lower, to below my hips, and then you tuck the loose ends under me.
"I need to reach the base of the spine.."
I've not asked for an explanation and I think your voice sounds a little hoarse. I wonder if this was turning you on but dismiss the thought instantly because you're so used to this. How could it possibly affect you? But it thrills me to think that perhaps I am getting under your skin a little. I'm not happy at all thinking that you can be so nonchalant about this when every nerve in my body is tingling!
When your hands, slick with oil start their work on my calves and work their way up, to my knees and then slowly up the backs of my thighs, I'm in complete agony. I can't help but clench my butt. There are tiny shock waves emanating from deep within my core which seem to end at the tiny bud hidden with the folds of my pussy. I can't stop squeezing my vaginal muscles. It's beyond my control. I feel like just pulling you down and wrapping my legs around your waist. I need you inside me, so desperately that I think I'll die if I don't cum.
"Noah, can we stop now? PLEASE?"
My voice sounds strange to my own ears. It's high pitched and hoarse, almost as though I've been crying.
