James and Diane had worked together for nine years. There had always been a little sexual tension between them, but she was married and he had a girl friend, so it was more flirtatious fun than smoldering passion. Both of them knew the other wasn't getting any sex at home, and James had playfully remarked that maybe they should help each other out some time; but neither had ever taken it too seriously. Little did she know that was about to change ......
One day, they were standing around talking during a break in the action, and she told him how much her shoulders hurt. James mentioned that he'd had some training as a healer and offered to see what he could do.
Expecting some kind of massage therapy, Diane agreed to let him try, and turned her back to him as he held his palms close together in a way she had seen him do several times before.
"Just relax," he said, as she felt his strong hands begin massaging her shoulders, working out the kinks, but there was more to it ..... As he held his hands just touching her shoulder, she felt a tingling warmth spreading out from where his hands were. It was a very relaxing feeling; but when he moved up to her neck, it was like a jolt of electricity going through her body. He was just barely rubbing her neck, but his tingling fingers were touching all the right spots; making her gasp with barely concealed pleasure as her body reacted to his gentle touch.
Her knees buckled slightly and her hardening nipples strained against her bra as the tingling warmth moved down her spine to reach her rapidly moistening slit. It felt so good, and she couldn't help wondering if he knew how much he was turning her on. The tingling intensified as he continued working on her neck, and the passion she felt intensified with it. It felt so good on the back of her neck, she started to wonder how it would feel if he were doing the same to he swollen clit. She tried to put that thought out of her mind, but her mind wasn't the only thing reacting .... Her shoulder felt better, but this wasn't about sore shoulders anymore, her loins were on fire like they hadn't been in years and she was about to have a mind-blowing orgasm right there in front of everybody.
James stopped just before she had reached the point of no return and leaned over her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her ear as he asked if she felt any better.
She managed to find enough breath to say, "Yes. Thank you."
'If he only knew how good I feel right now,' she thought, her head spinning with lustful thoughts. Her whole body was trembling with desire, and her pussy was incredibly wet and throbbing wildly.
She stood there for a moment watching him walk away, then ran upstairs to the restroom where she fingered herself to a shuddering orgasm.
That evening she kept herself busy, doing chores around the house and cooking dinner but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what happened earlier. She could still feel her friend's fingers gently rubbing just the right spots on the back of her neck, driving her into a sexual frenzy like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The problem was that he hadn't finished the job; and she was getting more turned-on as the evening wore on, just thinking about what could have happened if they had been alone together.
After taking a shower, she stood nude in front of the mirror wondering if James would really want to make love to her if she offered him the chance. After twenty years and three children, her curves were a little softer and fuller than they used to be, but her breasts were still firm and full, with long nipples that stood out proudly, begging to be sucked and fondled.
"Well, maybe I'm not Cheryl Tiegs," she thought to herself with a smile, "but I think I still look pretty good for my age." As her eyes moved lower, they fell upon the blonde patch between her thighs, and she wondered lustfully if he'd ever had a "real" blonde.
That night, she had a vivid dream about an unseen lover crawling under the sheets of her bed in the middle of the night. He teased her with his hands and his tongue until she begged for more; then impaled her on the stiff rod of his manhood, his deep thrusts pounding her mercilessly until her cries of passion drowned out the sound of her husband's snoring a few feet away.
When she woke up in the morning, her whole body was tingling with passion. Her panties were still in place, confirming that it had been just a dream; but the fact that both her panties and the sheets were soaked with her juices attested to just how intense the dream had been.
Later that morning, she and James were standing by her work bench, talking like they did every morning while they waited for the buzzer to sound.
James looks at her, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
"You haven't put your safety glasses on."
Giving him something of an evil grin, "Do you look me over every morning?"
With a sly smile, James says, "Oh ... I'll never tell."
Smiling back, "Is that good or bad?"
"Hmmm .... Let's just say you've been the star of a few hot day dreams."
"Oh really ...?!?"
"Yeah ... Really."
"Well, I need to go get something," she says as she slips past him, making sure to "accidentally" brush her breasts against his arm as she does so.
The rest of the day, she can barely focus on doing her job as her head swirls with lustful thoughts about how much she wants to help him fulfill one of those hot day dreams.
"But how would I do it?" she thinks to herself. "Getting him to stop by the house after work, because I want to talk to him about something in private, isn't a problem ... we've done it before. The problem is how to go about it from there. Granted, it's much more about raw sex than it is about romance, but this isn't some guy I've just met in a bar, where there might be some kind of expectation. We've been throwing little remarks around for years, so short of stripping for him, would he even take it seriously if I offered it to him?"
