I couldn't stop thinking about Courtney's petite body that was in my arms for the first time the night before in her apartment's hot-tub. The little fooling around we had done was fantastic. I barely slept a wink, and the next morning in the shower I took the liberty of soaping up my stiff cock real good and stroking it until I spewed as I remembered our first encounter.
Back behind the bar that evening I kept hoping she would come in, and finally just before midnight she made her entrance. Same tight, faded jeans showing off her firm little ass, and a baggy sweatshirt that, unfortunately, concealed her perfect young breasts. She slipped onto a bar stool with her devilish grin and the same gleam in her eyes that she had the night before.
"'Bout damn time," I said sarcastically.
"Sorry," she replied. "I didn't think I could sit here all night watching you work and not able to touch you."
I was a little shocked at her reply – such a sweet, little thing talking like that. I smiled at her, and I think I even blushed a little, too. "Don't worry, Courtney. I'll be out of here in two hours and then you can touch me all you want."
She smiled, as if satisfied with my response.
Those last two hours seemed to drag as I dreamt about what would happen later that evening. "Since everything is closed when I get off work, I figured we would just go back to my place. I've got some beer in the fridge, and we can just kick back and relax. How does that sound to you?"
"Sounds wonderful," with another devilish grin.
Finally closing time came and we headed for my apartment. I shut the door behind us and the cool air from the AC felt great against my sweaty body – I obviously worked too hard. I opened two beers and handed her one. I felt pretty nasty from all the sweat – "Mind if I take a quick shower?"
"Not at all," she said. "I'll just make myself comfortable here on the couch.
I quickly went to my room and stripped out of my clothes, wrapping a towel around my body in modesty as I had to walk through the hall to get to the bathroom. From the couch you can see into the bathroom – right through to the frosted glass of the shower doors. I made a half-hearted attempt at swinging the bathroom door shut behind me, but enjoyed the fact that it remained open about six inches. I dropped the towel and stepped into the shower. As I lathered up, I wondered if she was watching through the open door, or if she hadn't even noticed. Just the possibility of her watching got my cock twitching, and I gave a special cleaning to my little soldier for her viewing pleasure. When I was through, I shut off the water and waited a few seconds, giving her time to return to the couch – just in case she had been watching – then stepped out and dried off. I skipped the boxers and threw on a pair of sweat shorts, along with a t-shirt, and made my way back into the living room. She was still sitting on the couch, rubbing her neck with one hand as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. "Stiff neck," I asked?
"Yes," she replied. "Long day."
"Care for a massage?"
"I don't know," she said shyly.
"Tell you what," I said, understanding she may still be a little modest since we only met the night before, nothing too much happened, and it had been dark. "Take off whatever you feel comfortable taking off. Whatever is uncovered, I'll massage – whatever is covered, I won't touch."
"OK, that sounds fair."
I quickly threw the long couch pillows on the floor, grabbed a long beach towel from the cabinet and spread it on top, lit several candles, poured some massage oil on my porcelain holder and lit the tiny candle beneath to warm it up. When I turned to face Courtney, she was standing there in just her white, lace panties. Her elbows were tight to her side, her hands clasped together under her chin, and her forearms covering her bare breasts. She looked so fantastic. "Here," I said motioning to the make-shift bed on the floor. "Lay down."
Seeing that beautiful, slender body stretched out, hands neatly folded beneath her head, the soft milky-white sides of her breasts pressing out on either side, tiny waist, her scrumptious little ass barely hidden behind the sheer white lace of her panties, and her luscious legs got my cock twitching again. Fortunately she was laying face down so she didn't notice the tent quickly forming in the front of my shorts. I pulled off my t-shirt and slowly lowered myself until I was sitting on the back of her thighs. Reaching over to the porcelain oil holder I found the temperature to be just right, so I dipped my fingers into the oil and placed them softly on her back. With slow, circular motions I began rubbing her smooth skin – a soft moan escaped her lips.
I got a little more oil and began working on her shoulders and neck, then working outwards down her arms, then returning to her back. With my thumbs on her spine and fingers flared outwards, my hands glided smoothly up her well-oiled skin. Then more circular motions – each time moving my hands further from the center of her back, eventually coasting down along her sides, and finally letting my fingertips brush across the outer curves of her breasts.
My shorts were standing straight out in front of me now as I was getting extremely turned on by our little session. I looked down and even noticed a tiny wet spot at the tip where a drop or two of pre-cum had seeped out and soaked into the material.
After a few more innocent brushes across the sides of her breasts, my hands began working their way further down to the small of her back, then outwards to her waist. I allowed my fingertips to trace along the thin elastic waist band of her panties several times – each time sensing her lifting her delicate little ass to meet my touch. As I had promised, however, I withheld from the temptations of grabbing the firm cheeks in my hand. I dabbed a little more oil on my hands, shifted position, and began massaging her toes, feet, then ankles. I was kneeling to her side and lifted the leg I was working on to place it on my lap as I massaged her calf. With her legs slightly parted, I admired the view I had of the crotch of her panties snug against her – dreaming of the delicate treasure so close yet so far.
I leaned forward to massage her other calf and realized the throbbing pillar of Roman manhood trying to get out of my shorts was pressing against her first leg still resting on my lap. Afraid I might scare her off, I repositioned myself once again – this time casually parting her legs a little more and kneeling between her calves. I dabbed for more oil and continued rubbing her calf as my eyes followed her shapely legs upwards. I admired the soft curves of her bottom and the tiny crease where each cheek met the back upper thigh of each leg. I was dying – wanting desperately to just devour this beautiful creature laying before me.
My hand slowly began to work their way up the back of her thighs – my thumbs and fingers kneading the tight, young muscles. I almost exploded when my fingertips brushed along that crease I had been admiring just moments before, and as my thumbs brushed upwards along the inside of her thighs, then up and outwards, I 'accidentally' allowed them to ever-so-lightly brush against the thin material of her panties. Again, a soft moan escaped her lips. I watched intently as my oiled hands massaged the small area of her ass and hips that wasn't covered by her panties.
Then, without a word spoken, she brought her hands down to her sides, hooked a thumb under the elastic waistband on either side of her hips, seductively lifted her ass a little ways off the pillows, and very slowly began to slide her panties down. My heart was racing, and once again I almost lost it when the elastic band dropped below her ass and edged slowly down her thighs. Because her legs were slightly spread with me kneeling between them, she stopped…and in a barely audible whisper, "Please take these off for me."
'No problem,' I thought. 'With pleasure!!' And I crawled over one of her legs as she brought them together. I carefully grabbed the sheer material and slowly pulled them down, past her knees, past her ankles, and off. I tossed them aside and watched as she brought her hands back to their folded position beneath head, but modestly kept her legs together. What a beautiful sight!