Its Not A Date Its Football

It's Not a Date, It's Football

Melanie Walsh was a 40 year-old single mom. Divorced for more than seven years. By any measure, an attractive woman. Tall, well-proportioned, intelligent and well dressed. She was also recognized as a consummate professional. A graduate of Penn State with a major in Finance she had worked her way up with regular promotions in the Accounting Department until being named corporate comptroller, in charge of financial audits and corporate financial controls.

Melanie's daughter, Heather, was newly enrolled at Penn State, following in her Mom's footsteps, majoring in Finance. Accordingly, it was not surprising that on a beautiful October Saturday morning, Melanie was at the office in a Penn State sweatshirt and slacks, 'just checking a few things'.

That weekend, there was one other officer in the Executive Suite. Ken Gregory was a couple of years older than Melanie, and as Vice-President of Manufacturing Operations, a little higher up on the organization chart. Melanie knew Ken but had never personally interacted with him except at the Company. She was quite aware that Ken was a frequent subject of speculation among female employees because, although single, he had never been known to date any of the potentially eligible ladies. He was tall, attractive, personable and likely could have had his pick, but kept his private life very private.

Melanie was just emptying the remainder of a pot of coffee into a coffee cup when Ken came into the break room. "Hi Melanie. I see you are wearing your colors. Ready for the big game?"

"Hi Ken, yes I am ready. My daughter is going to be in the stands in person, she has just started at State."

"That's great! I hope both of you aren't too disappointed."

"Disappointed?"

"Yes. You don't think you are going to beat THE Ohio State University do you?"

"Oh my God, are you one of them?"

"As soon as I get back to my apartment, my colors will come on."

"Well I have to give you credit for not wearing your colors to the office. This is Nittany Lion country! By the way were you looking for coffee? I can make another pot."

"Not necessary. I will get my caffein fix with a diet coke."

"I would be happy to make coffee if you prefer...it's the least I can do to ease your pain."

"Game on! We will see who is in pain after the game!"

Melanie laughed. "Are you going to one of the sports bars to watch it?"

"No, they get too loud. I am just planning on watching the game quietly at home."

"Would you like some company? I promise I won't tell anyone that I saw you crying. But it would be more fun for me."

"Fat chance! I was raised to think it was not nice to make a girl cry. I think I am changing my ideas."

"Not to worry. Big girls don't cry!"

"This is going to be too much fun to pass up. I never date anyone in the Company as a matter of principle. But I am going to make an exception in your case."

"This isn't a date! It's football! Besides I have the same rule, so it couldn't be a date."

Ken laughed. "Okay. I need about ten minutes to finish up a couple of things. Is that enough time for you?"

"Perfect."

*****

Ten minutes later Ken appeared in Melanie's office. "Ready?"

"All set."

"I would suggest that you follow me. But just in case, I live in the Lake Resort Tower on the 10th Floor. Let's also exchange cell numbers."

"Okay."

"Oh, one last question. What is your preference for an adult beverage to drown your sorrows in?"

"I usually celebrate my victories with a dry white wine."

"Very well. I will be stopping briefly in the strip mall to pick up a few things."

"No problem."

Saturday traffic was light and it only took about 15 minutes to get to the strip mall. Ken called Melanie's cell phone and announced that he was going to pick up a couple of items and would be right back. Melanie noted a nearby drug store and was in and out in just a minute, easily beating Ken. A few minutes later they continued to the Lake Resort complex which included a high rise apartment building, a restaurant and a marina. Once in the complex Ken pointed out the visitor parking, waiting for Melanie to park her car and join him.

After a few minutes the couple arrived on the 10th floor. Ken's apartment was spacious, featuring a spectacular view of the lake from the living room and adjacent balcony.

"What a gorgeous view!"

"Yes, and sometimes, when conditions are just right, the full moon hangs right over water so you can see the moon and its reflection all at once. Have you been to Lake Resort before?"

"I have eaten at the restaurant, but I have never been in the tower before now."

"Well, make yourself comfortable. The bathroom is over here. I will get the groceries put away then turn on the TV. Tailgating officially starts in 5 minutes."

Melanie picked up her handbag and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned Ken had turned on the TV and poured two glasses of wine. He had also changed into an "Ohio State Buckeyes" sweatshirt. The TV was opposite the sofa so the seating choice was obvious.

"I propose a toast. To football and fun."

"But not necessarily in that order."

Ken thought there was something different about Melanie's look, but he could not figure out what it was.

"Melanie, have you always been a football fan?"

"Oh, yes. My Dad would take us to games as far back as I can remember. I was never not a Nittany Lion fan."

"What about you?"

"It was pretty much the same thing, except that the center of my universe was Columbus not Happy Valley."

"Melanie, if it's none of my business just say so, but you are beautiful, smart, funny and you have a great job at a young age. How is that you are free to watch football with me at this point in your life?"

"Honestly, I had taken myself out of the dating game to focus on my daughter. It's the old story. I got married too young to a guy even more immature than I was. After the divorce, the guys I would meet usually lost interest when I would not let them sleep over at my place, or sleep over at their place. I had my priorities, and those priorities did not match up with the guys I was meeting. My daughter started at State a little more than a month ago, and she is doing great. But it does give me more freedom now. But what about you? You are handsome, smart, successful, why are you here alone?. Surely, there are ladies out there who could forgive your Buckeye background."

"You are incorrigible, but fun! I come from a parallel universe. Married too early. Divorced painfully. Very aware that as a corporate executive I can't afford the damage to reputation that comes with being accused of hitting on subordinates, and that means literally almost every woman at the Company. So I am very prudent...which frequently leads to being alone."

"But I'm not a Vice-president. Why are you alone with me in your apartment, now?"

"The truth is there are no female vice presidents who are even slightly interesting to me. And I am not hitting on you. I am going to beat your butt in football! And, besides, Comptroller is almost vice-presidential level."

"I think we need to have a meaningful bet here."

"What's your idea?"

"Winner take all. The loser performs a personal pampering service for the winner. Maybe a back massage, maybe a foot massage, the winner chooses whatever he, or she, wants."

"Wow! That's interesting! And high stakes. Are you sure?"

"Is THE Ohio State University afraid?"

"I'm in. All in."

"Okay. Game on, Buckeye!"

Ken and Melanie settled in on the sofa, wine glasses in hand, side by side. The end of the first quarter showed Penn State ahead.

"Do you want to concede?"

"Hell no! Do you want to re-adjust the bet?"

"No way!"

"How about a refill on the wine?"

"That would be fine with me, but I will still know the score." Ken attended to the refill, placing refilled glasses on the coffee table.

"Ken, would you mind if I took off my shoes and sort of curled up on the sofa? You said to make myself comfortable."

"No, please do." Then with a smile, "Anything else you want to take off?"

"Well, I have already taken off my bra without asking permission."

Ken laughed. "That happened while I was refilling the wine glasses? Hah!"

Melanie momentarily pulled up her sweatshirt. "Do these girls look like they are hiding behind a bra to you?"

"That's much nicer. You have proved your point. When did you do that?"

"When I first arrived."

"I have to say that now I have a better idea why they call Penn State 'Happy Valley'. My team is losing but I am still completely happy."

Melanie curled up on the couch, resting her head on the sofa next to Ken's leg. The game progressed with no shortage of good natured banter mixed with flirting, back and forth, from both sides.

"Melanie, it's almost half-time. My usual routine would be to order some take-out about now. Does that suit you?"

"Sure. What would you typically order?"

"A small pizza or maybe some wings and veggies."

"It all sounds like football food to me."

Ken called in the food order just before Ohio State took the lead, much to Melanie's dismay.

"Okay, Buckeye! I would double the bet, except that I don't know what the bet is yet. Have you decided what personal pampering you will require?"

"No, not yet. What about you?"

"I am leaning towards a full-body massage, with scented oil."

"Wait! Let me understand. Is that if you win I give you a full-body massage, but if you win I get a full-body massage from you?"

"Well, I don't know about the football program, but I can see that your brain cells apparently developed well at OSU."

"Wow! I don't have any scented massage oil here. I would have to get some."

"Your bad! I am sure it is obtainable somewhere nearby. I expect you to cover your bet fully."

"My brain is exploding!"

"I will take that as a positive learning experience. Now, watch the lions roar!"

The take out order arrived a few minutes as the second half unfolded, the teams going back and forth. At the end of the game Ohio State prevailed. Melanie raised her head. "I have lost my bet. What is your pleasure?"

"Melanie, watching the game with you has been so much fun! I feel guilty about claiming an entitlement. I would like to do this again!"

"So would I. But, the bet is the bet. What do you want me to do to pamper you?"

"Melanie, I really want to do this again. Often. I don't want to overstep now. Help me. What is your preference? How do we settle this bet?"

"You are not going to overstep. I am not a bad loser".

"This is important. I do not want to screw up. What would you choose if you were me?"

"If I were you, I would choose the full body massage with scented oil we have already talked about."

"Unfortunately, I don't have any massage oil. I would have to get some."

"In the future, having massage oil on hand will be your job. However, it just so happens that while you were buying wine in the strip mall I ducked into the drug store and bought this." Melanie reached into her handbag and produced a bottle of scented massage oil. Ken's jaw dropped.

"You planned this out?"

"No, silly. I just guessed that there might be a bet. I knew what I would want to bet. I planned to win the bet so you would have to give me a massage."

"You are something else! Okay, how does this work? What are the rules?"

"Do you have a beach towel?"

"Yes."

"Good, get it and put it on your bed. We don't want to ruin your mattress with the oil." Ken rolled back the bed clothes and placed the beach towel over the sheet.

"Now what do I do?"

"Go into the bathroom and undress. Tie a towel around your middle, then lie down on the bed on your stomach, your arms and legs extended. Drape the towel over your middle. I will be right back." Melanie left the bedroom.

Ken's head was spinning, but he followed his instructions, tying a bath towel around his waist, then proceeding to the bed. He draped the towel over his butt and waited to see what would happen next.

Melanie re-entered the bedroom, wearing only a pair of panties. Ken did his best not to stare, but could not pull his eyes away.

"Okay. This is what is going to happen. I am going to start at the extremities and work towards your core. Sometimes I will use firm pressure, sometimes gentle. I will mostly use my hands, but sometimes I will use other body parts as well. Any questions?"

"Yes. What are the rules. Am I allowed to touch you?"

"Well, the last I heard, massage was considered a contact sport. This is going to be a full body massage and I expect to massage every inch of you. If I had won the bet, you would be massaging every inch of me. So yes, touching is okay. The one rule which must be obeyed is, no matter how tempting, no penetration down there. I have been off the pill for several years. I am completely unprotected. If you invite me back, I will fix that. But not now."

"If I invite you back? I don't want you to leave. Of course, you are invited back. And I promise to follow your rules. But just so you know, I do have condoms."

"When the big event happens I don't want you wearing a raincoat. I want to feel the real you. Okay, now relax. I am going to start with your feet."

Melanie started by oiling his toes, using firm pressure, then moving to each instep, heel and ankle. The calves were next, again firmly manipulated. When she reached his knees she diverted her attention to his fingers and hands, entering the bed and straddling his midsection to gain access. Again, her manipulations were firm, working from the extremities to his core. When she reached his shoulders her strength seemed to increase, her hands actively working oil into the muscles surrounding his neck and shoulder blades.

"Your hands are amazing."

"I am only doing what I like done to me in a massage."

"I promise I am taking notes."

Melanie shifted to using her elbows with pressure on his back eliciting a deep moan.

"I am going to move down a little to focus on your lower back and upper legs. I will scoot down to kneel between your legs, but you will have to open your legs a little more."

"Okay."

When Melanie reached his upper thighs her technique changed. She alternated firm muscle massage with her hands to barely perceptible fingertip caresses. Ken had been on the edge, but now he was fully, unmistakably, aroused. Meanwhile, the oil was flowing even more copiously over his upper thighs and lower back. Melanie removed the towel from his mid-section and continued alternating firmness with light caresses, on his now exposed bottom. He was literally squirming with pleasure.

"Are you ready to turn over?"

"Now?"

"Yes, your back is done. It's time for your front."

Ken turned over, aware that he was fully erect.

"Oh my. And who is this bold gentleman? I don't think we have been introduced. But I think he likes me."

"He has been dying to meet you."

"Well, this is a full body massage, but under my protocol, he would be the last to be attended to. Oh, look. He has a tear in his eye. I am going to give him a kiss and tell him I will be back soon. Mmmm. Delicious. I definitely want to know him better. So handsome. Where were we?"

"I vaguely remember you telling me to turn over."

"Yes, a memorable turn of events, so to speak. I will start with your feet again." Melanie began the massage with his toes again, but her ministrations were quicker, moving quickly to reposition herself, straddling his chest. When Melanie took his left hand to massage it, Ken moved his right hand to her breasts, gently massaging. Melanie did not move for several moments. Then his left hand was also on her breast. Melanie sighed. "My massage protocol is blowing up, in the most delightful way. I think I know what to do."

Melanie again repositioned herself between his legs, this time placing his manhood between her breasts. More massage oil was applied and Melanie proceeded to massage his manhood with her breasts, alternating between the soft tissue of her full breasts and the firmness of her erect nipples. Ken was quickly transported, but it was Melanie who was completely in control. He did not just cum. He exploded.

When he could speak again, Ken pulled Melanie against him. "You are the hottest woman I have ever met in my life!"

"If my ex heard you say that he would have laughed out loud. Back then I was much more inhibited. It wasn't that I didn't like sex, I was very concerned about being considered proper. Later, it was more important for me to be a good Mom than it was to be somebody's roll in the hay. As a result I made a promise to myself about a year ago. If the right man and the right situation came along, I was going for it. All in."

"And how do you feel now?"

"Are you kidding me? This has been one of sexiest days of my life. And we haven't even gotten to the main event. Plus, it was just plain fun! I can't remember when I have laughed more."

"I feel the same way. But by the way, you have wine and I don't want you driving home tonight. Besides, there are pro games tomorrow. Both Ohio and Pennsylvania have two NFL teams each. I will bet that we can find a game to watch where we could build a bet."

"Game on, Buckeye! But tomorrow evening I do have to go home. I can't go to work dressed like this."

"Well, in the future maybe you need to bring some work clothes to leave here. And one more thing. I don't need to lose a bet to want to pamper you. I want to pamper you. And I intend to visit Happy Valley tonight. All current rules followed."

"Okay. But just so you know, if you visit Happy Valley tonight I might not have any choice but to insist that you take Route 69 to get there."

"I will take my chances. Or I could take Route 6 and you could take Route 9. We could compare notes."

"Why don't we get a shower and get the massage oil off so we don't ruin your nice furniture." Then with a huge grin, "Will you come with me and show me how your shower works?"

*****