Really debated which category this story belonged in as I could see it fitting into a couple different ones. Probably chose the wrong one, lol As always, appreciate criticism, even when I do not agree with it. Anonymous comments disabled because they've not constructive or entertaining for the most part. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
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Claudia Scriver was one of the hottest women I knew, and I hated that bitch since she was Claudia Parker and coming over to play with my sister.
Claudia looked like a model - hell she did model while in high school. Full-lips, defined cheekbones, six-feet tall and all legs, she looked too good to be true. Lucky for me, her bitch-resting-face and constant eye-rolls and condescending tone always did it for me. Generally, I'm really well liked guy and like most people, but for some reason Claudia always hated me and I never knew why.
Claudia and my sister, Mary, were BFF's since grade eight - when I was in grade six. There was animosity between us back then, which just grew over the years. The icing on the cake was two years ago, when she married her rich older husband, who was the uncle by marriage of my girlfriend, Mandy. My sister was the maid of honor, my cousin the usher, Mandy's brother a groomsmen, and because she was dating me, she wasn't invited. The excuse was it was a small ceremony, but almost every close relative I knew was there.
At my sister's wedding the same year, we were both in the wedding party and every effort was made so Claudia and I mingled as little as possible. Her drunken husband confronted me at the reception, something about defending his wife's honor or other bullshit. We ended up sharing a bottle of scotch while I told him embarrassing stories about his wife in high school. For an old bugger eighteen years older than his wife, Greg Scriver was a pretty cool guy.
After marrying, both Mary and Claudia completed their final year of university and became teachers, though my sister ended up a stay-at-home mom instead. I was in my third year of study to become a massage therapist, and hoping wedding bells would be in my near future.
I was expecting a quiet night alone when I heard a knock on my apartment door that I never expected. Mary had just texted me twenty minutes earlier asking if I was home or busy.
At my door, wearing tight jeans, knee high boots, lacy blouse and enough jewelry to ensure everyone knew she had money, was Claudia and her bitchy look.
"Claudia what a surprise?" I hated her, but being polite and nice was my thing.
"I was in a crash not long ago, and can't go to a regular therapist... Mary said you know what you're doing..."
"You want me to massage you?"
"A therapeutic massage..."
"Yeah, the happy ending ones are down the hall with the loud jazz music blaring," I said. She stared blankly at me. "Okay, why can't you see a regular therapist?"
She snorted. "Let's just say I was in a car crash, but can't have anyone know I was in a car crash. You have some confidentially thing, right?"
I shrugged and let her in. I had my cheap massage table set up in the second bedroom. Not fancy, but did the job.
"Okay, if this was an accident, there might be some tenderness, are you on any pain meds? Do need something?"
"Red wine if you have it."
I shrugged and went and grabbed an open, but mostly full, bottle of wine and a glass. Claudia gave a look of disgust over the wine label, but still poured herself a glass.
"Okay, I'm going to change in something easier to do this. Get ready and on the table in that bedroom. Towels are in there."
I changed into an old sweats and a tank top, my comfy rubbing clothes as my girlfriend called them. Claudia had the wine bottle and glass on the floor in front of her. I noticed she already had put a dent in it. She took off her boots, but was still fully clothed except her bare feet.
"Okay... no oil then..." I said, "where is it bad?"
"All over, mostly my neck, shoulders and lower."
"Ah... lower than the shoulders..." I could visualize her sneer and eye roll, even though she was looking down.
I started rubbing her shoulders from the side when she flinched and jumped.
"Sorry, Claudia, but I can't like this. I need to feel the skin."
"I bet you do..."
"I need to feel the muscles, where they're enflamed and not so I know where to put pressure and not cause discomfort. As well, massage oil makes it way easier. This is the same stuff therapists use - as I training to become one."
I nearly said 'please don't flatter yourself,' but would be lying. As much as I hated Claudia, I definitely enjoyed every moment since puberty that I saw her in a bikini or other skimpy outfit - which was a lot over the years.
"I'm not taking off my shirt, I don't have a bra..." Claudia looked up accusingly and took a big sip of wine from the glass.
"That's why I mentioned to get ready and the towels... I will leave and you expose the areas that are bugging you, and cover the rest with towels. Okay... I know you think I'm scum, but I know what I'm doing."
"Fine... leave."
I shut the door and waited until she said she was ready.
Claudia was naked except for six inches of towel just below the top of her ass crack and presumably her panties. I admit I took a second to admire her perfect tan and taunt body, but then it was business. And I now was living with Mandy for over a year.
I applied some warmed oil and restarted her shoulders. This time, I was getting better results and not the flinches of pain. The sharp gasps settled into sighs.
"I don't think you're scum, Brian..." Claudia said flatly.
I moved to her neck. "Oh, that's the first time I can remember you calling me by my name."
"I just don't think you're half as funny as you think you are."
I moved around to just under her arms. "Oh, that is still pretty funny."
Her skin felt so smooth and she smelled really good. I knew professional distance was needed especially with the climate around women feeling violated, but I felt a bit of payback that I was getting to rub Claudia's naked back.
"Quit telling jokes and just use you hands... You are incredible at this..."
I stopped around her lower back. "How much lower is it sore?"
"Lower..."
"How much lower?"
"By the towel, you said to expose where."
"So, your hips?"
"Hips, buttocks..."
"You want me to massage your 'buttocks'?" I couldn't believe she said buttocks and not bum or ass.
"No... You asked where I was sore and that's where else I am sore. I exposed where I want you to massage, like you said."
I took a sharp breath to relax. "Okay, do you want me to stop then?"
"No, continue, but you shouldn't have to rub there. Maybe my legs? This is really relaxing me, and that should make me feel better. Starting with my feet."
I was starting to feel like I was giving a spa massage instead of a therapeutic, but started with one foot to the sighs of delight from Claudia and then the other. I then massaged her one calf, again amazed how she had perfect soft legs. When I started massaging the other, I noticed a musky smell, which got stronger. She was getting turned on, which again was not unusual to happen. I was repeating in my head to remain professional, but another inner voice was gloating that I was getting Claudia's pussy wet.
I massaged her one hamstring and she shifted slightly. I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties and I could almost see her pussy under the towel. I massaged the other and went inside her thigh, gently widening her legs and sure enough, I could see the bare lips between her ass cheeks.
"That feels really good there..." Claudia sighed.
"So you want me to go back and do there on the other leg in the same spot?"
"Mmm, mmm"
I went back and now really could smell her and was starting to get an erection. I went up to about six inches from her pussy and stopped. "Okay, how's that?"
"Maybe, go lower on my back... stop at the towel. Gentle though."
I did her lower back and stopped right before the swell of her ass. It was an inch from the towel, so I went a little lower right above her perfect taunt ass.
A voice inside my head started saying, "Don't think about it... You have the perfect girlfriend, and Claudia's a snobby bitch."
However, as I stared at the start of her ass crack, fidelity and professionalism took a backseat. I found out accidently onetime with Mandy that the top of the ass creak, right above the tailbone was a sensitive erogenous zone that gentle strokes drove her wild. Mandy said it felt as pleasurable as stroking her pussy lips around her clit and probably could make her come. I casually let my one finger deftly rub that spot on Claudia as I massaged the top of her cheek.
"What?" Claudia flinched.
I removed my hands. "What? Rubbing above the towel like you said."
"That didn't feel above the towel..."
"It's still where it was. Should I stop?"
"No, just careful where you were rubbing... was sensitive."
I thought to myself, I bet it is and continued hitting the same spot. I don't know how I was rubbing it, but was surprised she didn't say anything.
