(This one is a stand alone. Thank you to the folks who read these and always to my muse for inspiring me to write in the first place. )
There were times that I would visit my neighbor for comfort. There were also times I would visit for more passionate reasons. Then there was the time she called me over because she needed some help. My neighbor would have back spasms occasionally and I would offer my hands to help stretch her out. Most of the time in the past, my wife would let me do it except my neighbor would have her clothes on. It was not the best massage, but it was good enough until she could get the professional to come in and do it.
There was a night that she called me over after we started being lovers that I went over. She was already on her bed laying on her stomach. I looked around her room and found some lavender massage oil. I knew lavender was one of her favorite scents. I walked over to the bed and began to rub between the straps of her tank top with the oil. I could feel her responding favorably to my hands as I rubbed between her shoulder blades.
I could feel her reach down and start to remove her top for me. I was a little alarmed before I realized that the spasms were usually located where the fabric was. I started to rub down her backbone and could feel the tension start to ease. I heard a slight moan from her but put it out of my mind as I was concentrating on her. The lavender was sensually scented, and I was enjoying smelling it while I rubbed. I could see she was enjoying the attention as well.
As I reached her hips, I watched as she reached underneath and undid her shorts before asking me to remove them. I started to object before she told me her lower back was tight also. I played along, not thinking anything about it. I started to rub right above her rear and could feel the tension melt away as well. I started to pull away when the bottle fell over, spilling some of its contents on my shorts. She looked at me in alarm.
"Take those off and get them wet, Romeo. I'll wash them later."
I did as she said. When I returned from her laundry room, she was still on her stomach laying flat. As I walked closer, I could hear her pussy being rubbed. Sure enough, that was exactly what she was doing.
"Are you okay?" I asked.