Robyn:
She was almost on the table. Moaning. Lips very close to my ear, hot breath on my neck. Fingernails dragging lazily along my cock. Enough pressure to keep me hard, not enough to make me cum. This is not what I had in mind...
Her name is Robyn, and she works with Olga.
She was half naked, her fat, full breasts pressed against my ribs, her groin grinding against my hip. This was pure insanity. The hummmm started again, and she gasped again, grabbing my cock as if holding on for the ride.
"Oh fuck," she sighed... "The intensity.. you just have no idea. Why can't he just let it run and let me cum?!" "He" was her boyfriend, whereabouts unknown, and had remote access on his web app. The humming continued; she started rubbing the flat of her hand in a circular motion across my frenulum. Our heartbeats were racing, and I was close to... then the hummmm stopped. Again. "Goddamnit!" she said... and removed her hand from my cock and placed it on my chest. Propping herself up on her elbow, and looking me in the eye she sighed and said "so what do you think of my game?"
"I think you need a shrink, an orgasm, and a new boyfriend" I snarked. She laughed and started to tease my nipples. Little pinches. Licked them with her tongue. Precum. The worst part is I agreed to this. No questions asked...
The problem was this: I had gotten kinda addicted to Olga. Massage every other week. Same high-end spa. Same plush surroundings. Same amazing massage and excruciatingly erotic tease. And we became good friends. Thing is, there were boundaries we would not cross: she, not to be paid for sex; me, not to break a vow. So, the silent dance continued. We learned of each others hopes, failures, and fantasies. Talk of sex came easily. While being massaged, I'd tell her of my fantasies, and sexual conquests of my Navy days. Her touches became more intimate, but never quite crossed the line. One of her favorites was to hold my ass cheek with one hand while working my lower back with the other. Thumb outside, fingers inside... so very close to my anus... but never quite touching.
In between massages, I was in the Bay area. Preps for the big presentation were time consuming and frustrating. My 'oasis' was the bar of the hotel at which I was staying. Belle and Becky tended. Belle was Philippina, 5'2", full breasted, bright smile, and a bit overweight, for which she was self-conscious. Becky was Persian, also petite, and curvy. They were cute, talkative, and charming, each in their own way. They wore ridiculous uniforms that covered up any sense that they were women and sensual beings. I brought that up one night, when we were the only ones at the bar. Becky laughed, Belle blushed. Later in the year, Belle would usually show up with a couple of buttons undone. Becky typically would arrive in her street clothes. Usually tight shorts, showing off a toned, if a bit full, ass. I was spending more and more time on the west coast, and fantasized about Olga.
So when I got back to Chicago, I made my appointment with Olga, only to find out upon arrival that she was sick. Fuck.
"Um. Where's Olga?"
"She called me and asked me to fill in." Big Smile. "My name is Robyn - nice to meet you Steve!"
I looked her over. Korean. Tall, athletic. Gorgeous face, perfect teeth. Lab coat. And I have a shit poker face, it seems. But hers is quite good.
She looks at me looking at her. "Steve, I'm really sorry Olga isn't here. I know I'm not her, but I'm pretty good, and besides, she told me all about you! What do you say?"
My mind scrambled to my last conversation with Olga...*She whaaat? Oh my god.. what did Olga share exactly?*
While we're talking, I hear a buzzing in the background. Cant figure out where it's coming from, but Robyn's face gets a little contorted.
"You OK?" I ask.
"Um... ya... a bit of a cramp. I'm fine." Face flushed.
Did I mention I hate flying? Back and neck totally messed up. And she seems sincere, and her face is cute *...and what did Olga tell her?* "Robyn, nice to meet you. I'm in your capable hands."
She, like Olga, meets me outside the locker room door. And like Olga, she changed clothes. Fuck. Gone was the lab coat. Harem pants. Tight fitting T-shirt that exposes a navel piercing. D-cup, I'm guessing supported by a T-shirt bra. She is stunning. And that humming again. Her smile seems frozen, and it's almost like I've caught her doing something embarrassing. But, I'm clueless. And an engineer, which makes it worse.. I figure its something about the wiring. "Hey - Robyn... you ok?"
*Ohhh fuck soooo close... god I hope he doesn't notice... I could get fired...* "I um.. Ya. I'm fine. Shall we?" She takes my hand and leads the way. I catch up and wrap my arm around her thin waste. She doesn't object. The humming stops, and simultaneously she seems to relax into me.
I get on the table, face down, naked, sheet pulled up to my mid-back. Robyn comes in and immediately starts talking about my body. "Well, Steve, lets see what we're working with here. Olga said you have a lot of scarring and some nasty muscle knots... something about traveling?" She moves quickly. Pulls the sheet down to my ankles. "I hope you're not modest," she giggles... "Do you mind - I promise to cover you back up in just a sec!" Humming starts. She clinches my calf, studies herself, and probes my body, ankles to neck. Her hands are soft, strong. Pitch of the humm changes, she grunts.
"You OK Robyn?"
"I uh... mmmmm ya. Fine. Its nothing..." Humm stops, I swear I hear a sigh of ... of what? Relief? Disappointment?
She's talkative, like Olga, if not more directly a tease. It comes naturally to her. "So, such a beautiful girl like Olga working on you... do you ever, you know... get excited?" She tickles my neck with her fingernails. "I mean, who wouldn't, right? Unless you had an awesome sex life..."
My sex life sucks. Olga knows this, maybe Robyn too? Again, I opt for candor. "So, two things Robyn." I turn to my side and prop up on an elbow. "Yes. My sex life is pretty much nonexistent, and yes - she's gorgeous, and ya - you're right... who wouldn't get excited?"
She leans close into me. Her breast press into the thin, tight fitting shirt, inches from my face..."Oooohhh, I see. But - I'd imagine, for a guy, getting an erection while lying on your belly... might be a bit uncomfortable?" She is nothing if not direct.
"Na," I said, rolling back on to my stomach. "May be a problem for some guys. Personally, my dick's too small. Hung like a raisin," I deadpanned. Fight snark with snark I say. She laughs out loud. "Well played, sir... well played." The humm starts again and she almost falls into me, guttural sound from deep within her throat.
Again I pick my head up off the cradle. "You gonna tell me whats going on?" For once, she is slow to respond...
"I - I wasn't scheduled to provide a massage today - was to be office work only. I'm so sorry Steve..."
"Sorry for what?"
"My distraction. I can take it out if you'll give me a minute." The humming intensifies and she yelps.
"Take what out?"
"The vibrator. I lost a bet and have to wear it. When he loses, he has to wear it. Then the winner gets to play with the remote."
I laugh. Maybe too loud. "You mean to tell me you have a remote vibrator in your pussy?"
"No. It's ahhh... this is embarrassing... Its in my butt. He controls the intensity and when it's on. Its a game - winner tries to edge the loser. This is the first time I've taken it to work... on a dare."
"In your butt? Not your pussy?"
"Too sensitive - I'd never survive." She smiles. "Plus, this way when I win he has to wear it."
This conversation is way beyond weird for me. Hate to say it, but even when my sex life existed, it was pretty uninspired. I simply couldn't imagine walking around with a vibrator up my butt. Visions of latent homosexuality. I said as much. Robyn now seemed genuinely disappointed in me.
"Steve - do you really think that just because one enjoys anal, it makes them gay?"
I responded with my usual witt: "Huh?"
She leans into me, her breasts pressed into the back of my neck, and whispers "There are so many nerves down there... and - from the inside, so many other experiences to be had. Tell me", she said "If I played with your butt, you'd get hard, right?" I conceded the point. "And, I know for a fact if I penetrated you... with a toy, or my finger, or my tongue..." she paused to delicately lick my ear "I'd make you cum. Hard. So my small-dicked friend, might you agree that its not only whats being done to you, but your attraction to the gender of the one doing it that makes sex so pleasurable?"
The combination of her scent, words, tongue, and breasts had me stone hard. I had no choice, had to press into my knees and briefly lift up to make room for my erection. When I laid back down, the tip poked out from underneath my hip. No way to do this without making obvious my discomfort and intent.
