Knowing you've been having a rough week and today being particularly difficult at work, I drop by your house for the first time, unannounced.
You hear a rap on your door. Not expecting anyone, you take your time opening it. You are surprised to see me but not really pleasantly. "Hi handsome!" I say in a much too chipper tone after the day you've had and a huge smile that is eating away at your bad mood very so slightly. We stand there in silence for a moment, me giving you time to process as you are taking in the sight of me standing there, at your house! In short shorts, a tight tank top, which is hardly containing my breasts, and sandals, with my hair pulled up in a soft ponytail.
"May I come in?" I ask after a moment, a wicked smile on my face.
"What are you doing here?" you sound annoyed.
"I know you've had a difficult day, I'm here to try to cheer you up, give me just a few minutes please." I almost beg.
"I'm not in the mood to be cheered up." You sound even more annoyed. You look a me and I wonder if you are annoyed because of how I'm dressed but you finally relent and move aside allowing me to walk past you inside.
I've imagined what your place looks like hundreds of times but actually being inside is different, intimate even.
You motion for me to sit on the couch and you take your place in a nice overstuffed chair. Not in the mood for small talk your eyes go back to the TV show you were watching before I so rudely interrupted. Not wanting to upset you further I fix my eyes on the show but I can see you occasionally look over at me. We watch for several minutes, then, without your eyes leaving the screen you snap, "How is this suppose to cheer me up?"
I give a small smile and ask, "Do you trust me?"
You just look at me blankly. I hop up, point a finger at you to signal one moment and open the door again. I walk out and right back in and shutting the door behind me but this time I'm carrying a large padded square object.
"What is that?" you ask.
I chuckle but don't respond. Instead I bring it to the center of the room, unlatch two snaps securing it, unfold and set up a mobile massage table.
You laugh but there is no humor in your voice. "Not happening!"
"You've had a rough few days, you haven't been feeling well and I know your back hurts. Let me help you relax just a little. Now go strip down, put this towel around you," I toss you a large soft towel. "Then come in here and lay down under the sheet."
You look as though you are about to protest but I give a stern look and point in the direction I assume is your bedroom and you go, mumbling under your breath all the way.
As you are changing I get the table ready with fresh sheets, I turn on some soft music and dim the lights just as you walk out of the back room you changed in.
You walk over to the table and look at me skeptically, I grin and turn around so you can climb under the sheet. "Uh ok" you say timidly.
I turn around and walk to the head of the table. With your face down in the headrest all you can see are my now bare feet right below you.
"I can't believe you are doing this. I can't believe I'm letting you do this!" you say just as I rub my fingers gently through your hair and down your neck.
"Shh. I've wanted to do this for you for a long time. I'm in no way a professional but I can help you relax. Now just lay there and enjoy it." I say as I continue to rub my hands down your neck and over your tight shoulders.
After several minutes I walk around to one side and start working your back. My chest inadvertently rub against your side as I reach for your entire back. You give a slight shutter but don't say anything, enjoying the occasional feeling of my breasts on your back.
As I feel you start relaxing I move down your hamstring, purposely avoiding your bottom. After all, I am trying to act professional. I move my hands from your hamstring to the back of your knee and back up again. As I move your hand brushes against the top of my bare thigh. You pull your hand away as though you've been burned and I keep massaging, acting as though nothing happened.
Curiously, you place your hand back on the edge of the table and again your fingers touch my bare thigh.
I'm not oblivious to this at all. In fact every time your fingers touch me I shiver with excitement inside.
I move lower, massaging your calf and foot, then walking all the way around the table to work on the other side. I start again at your back, working my way to your other hamstring.
As I'd hoped your fingers are right on the edge, again touching my thigh with each pass. I can feel my skin burn with each touch and it's hard to concentrate. So I continue downward until I finish with a nice foot massage.
Regaining my composure I say, "time to turn over". I lift the sheet so that I cannot see you. Even though I've imagined you naked a thousand times. 'Professional, act professional', I keep telling myself, 'this is just for you to relax'. I take a deep breath.
I start again up at your head, massaging your scalp and slowly moving down to your shoulders and chest, never moving from my position above your head. This position allows my breasts to ever so slightly come into contact with your face. You freeze and stop breathing as I glide my breasts up and down your face, my hands up and down your chest. As I do it a second time you take a deep breath, enjoying the smell of my skin so near you.
At that moment I notice your erection beginning to form through the sheet. I smile and slowly begin to massage your arms while still in the position above your head. After a few moments I move. This time, instead of working my way down your body, I go straight to your feet after your head, chest and arms.
Starting with one foot I massage my way up your leg. Your hand is in position again to rub against my thigh. Though now you don't just move to slightly touch it, you actually slide your hand around it and cup my ass at the seam of my shorts, rubbing your thumb agains my skin. It takes all my strength to stay focused on my task while my entire body tingles with excitement.
My hands are now moving higher and higher on you thigh, massaging and kneading it all over. One of my finger tips comes in soft contact with your sac under the sheet and you moan, "Mmm". I continue, getting closer and closer to your sac and your ever growing erection.
Your hand continues to caress my leg and bottom, even playing with the seam of my shorts and sliding your hand in and out of it.
