(Jenny)
My day at work felt like it lasted forever. The only thing I could think about was seeing Skylar. I rushed home as soon as I could and prepared for him to pick me up. Leslie helped me get ready too. I did my eyebrows, eyelashes, cheeks, and lips. He didn't say where we were going, so I was unsure of what to wear. To try and compensate for any outing, I picked out a tight shirt and skinny jeans, along with a pair of heeled boots.
Skylar arrived to pick me up just before I finished getting ready. After a final check by Leslie, I made my way downstairs. It felt like a cliché scene out of a movie or tv show as he stood not far from the bottom of the steps waiting for me. His face lit up with happiness when he saw me, which made me happy too.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"You look good, yourself," I respond with a smile, looking over his button-up shirt.
He moved closer to me, his hands reaching to settle on my waist, his fingers gently rubbing my sides. I stood there silent, nervous, just as each time before. As the moments passed, I expected him to lean in and kiss me, but we just looked at each other.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Skylar asked. "I mean, giving this, us, a serious chance."
"Yes," I said nodding. I didn't even need to think about it.
"I'm happy to hear that," he said. "Shall we?"
Skylar turned and stepped to the side, gesturing with his hand to have me walk in front. I stepped around him and went outside with him right behind me. He took me to a restaurant, and during dinner, we talked about everything that had happened in the last couple of years. I told him about my job, working out, my new social media craze, and even about getting with my boss. If I was going to be serious with Skylar, I didn't want to keep anything back. In turn, he told me about his job, making detective and the one girl he was with.
"So, are you like some kind of social media celebrity?" He asked.
"No, not really. I mostly just upload post-workout pics," I answered. "I did put up a couple more risqué pics when I reached a hundred thousand followers."
Instead of trying to explain, I pulled my phone out to show him. He took my phone and scrolled through them. I sat there and waited, wondering what he thought since he didn't comment at first. His finger continued to swipe the screen, going through months worth of my pics.
"You have some thirsty guys following you," he said.
"Yeah, I do," I said in a lower voice, realizing that might be a problem. "I can stop if you want," I offered.
"I don't want you to stop if you enjoy it," he said. "I get to have you in person."
"Yes, you do," I said, feeling the heat rush to my face, probably making me blush. "Here."
I got up from the booth and scooted in beside him. I put my left arm around him and held my phone with the other hand. He leaned into me, and I snapped a picture of us, then uploaded it. It was true that I liked sharing on social media, but I wanted to be Skylar's girlfriend too, and I wanted everyone to know.
We walked back to his car after dinner, and when we stopped by the door, he gave me a small kiss. His lips touched and pressed to mine for a brief moment, then pulled back. His eyes looked at mine as the kiss broke, which left me wanting more. Instead, he turned and made his way around the car to the driver's side.
"I have one more thing planned," he said, smiling as he got into the car.
Not long after we pulled away from the restaurant, we arrived at a massage and spa place. I looked around to see if there were any other places he could be taking me, but since we parked right in front, I assumed this was it. The other thing I noticed is that the place looked closed.
"I think they're closed," I said.
"They are closed, but don't worry," he responded.
I got out of the car with him and walked up to the door. Just as we arrived, a lady opened it and stepped out. She gave Skylar a hug, then turned to look at me with a smile on her face.
"You must be Jenny," she said.
"I am," I answered, wondering who she was.
"Aunt Angie, this is Jenny, and Jenny, this is my Aunt Angie," Skylar introduced. "My Aunt Angie owns this place."
"This is indeed my baby," she smiled. "Anyway, come on in."
Angie led us inside, through the empty lobby and into the back. She showed me into a cozy room with a massage table in it, scented candles lit, and a small dressing room in the corner. I assumed that this would be a couple's massage, but Skylar didn't come in, and there wasn't enough room in here for two tables.
"Okay, dear, I'm going to step out, and you can undress to your comfort level. Most people like to remove all their clothes and use towels to cover their bits. When you're ready, go ahead and lay face down, and make yourself comfortable."
I waited for Angie to leave, then I began to undress. The dressing room had hangars to hang my clothes on and a selection of towels. I took one of the smaller ones, which was plenty to cover my bottom. The room was empty as I walked out, so I positioned myself face down on the table just as she explained. There was a cushioned spot at the end to rest my face on.
After a long day of work and a good meal, lying on the table made me sleepy. It didn't take long before I could feel myself almost falling asleep. Before I drifted all the way off, I felt a bit of warm oil being poured on my back, followed by a pair of hands smoothing it over my skin. Their fingers pressing and kneading into the muscles of my back. It was a little weird that there was no introduction, but with me being sleepy and the massage being so relaxing, I didn't care enough to say anything. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of their hands, the scent of the oil, and the sound of the rubbing.
Their fingers traveled up and down, from my shoulders and neck to the small of my back where the towel was resting. There was a short pause, then their hands returned and began on my legs. They did each leg from my thigh, calve, and ankle, then did my feet. After another pause, I felt their hands return to my thigh, this time moving up and went under the towel. It made me open my eyes, and my heart sped up from the sudden and unexpected touching of my butt. This was my first time ever getting a massage, so I wasn't sure if this was normal or not.
Either way, their fingers felt good, the way they kneaded and squeezed into my soft flesh there. Their hands moved back down, lowering to the inside of my right thigh. With each press and squeeze, their hands moved higher up my leg until they had to push the towel to continue. As their hand pushed the towel some, I audibly cleared my throat to show a sign of discomfort, hoping they would take the hint.
They pressed into my flesh again, then moved even higher. Another move followed, and their fingers touched where my thigh and crotch meet. They continued to massage, then I felt a light brush against the folds of my vagina, or at least I thought I did. When I felt it again, I moved my hips to shift some. Once I settled, their hand turned and directly cupped my vagina, with a finger sliding up between the folds. I pressed my legs together, but there was no way to guard myself in this position.
"No, I don't need it there," I said, trying to be polite. The only person I wanted to touch me there was Skylar.
"I want to make you feel good," I heard them say.
I lifted my head from the cushion so I could turn enough to see. Just as the voice alluded to me, it was Skylar. I smiled at him and laughed a little, both relieved it wasn't some stranger trying to touch me and that it was him trying to. Without saying anything, I carefully turned over, pulling the towel away from my body at the same time. Skylar's eyes looked away from my face and down my body. He always looked at me like he couldn't get enough.
He put more oil on me, right on my chest, just above my breasts. His hands then rubbing into me just as he did on my back. He moved across my chest, covering my shoulders and collar bone area. I kept looking at his face, and he looked back. His hands moved lower, between my breasts then over them, his fingers gripping my flesh firmly. My nipples were brought to attention by his touch, with the tip of his finger circling them both.
"You've got a lot bigger since the last time I saw you," he said as he squeezed.
