"Remember my friend Allie? She's coming round to give me a massage this afternoon."
Allie was Mel's friend from back when. They'd recently reconnected after a decade or more. Allie, as it turned out, had made a career switch and had become a massage therapist. Most days she worked for a salon, but she also did house calls.
"I was going to work from home today," I told her. Well, from Mel's. Her flat was nicer than mine, and I was there almost all the time anyway. "Want me to make myself scarce?"
She leaned forward and kissed me, her eyes open and a smile on her lips. "You can stay, as long as you're quiet. Don't tell me you don't want to watch."
I did. The idea of Mel's naked body, all oiled up, being rubbed by another woman... I set aside a spot in the wank bank to file the memory for future reruns. Even though it was all supposed to be prim and professional.
And I knew Mel would want me to watch. We'd been together for the better part of a year, but she still got off on displaying herself for me. Particularly if I couldn't act on it immediately.
The day dragged. I made sure I handled all my phone calls in the morning so I wouldn't have to disturb Mel and Allie. During my lunchbreak we moved the furniture in the living room so Allie would have room for her massage bench. And when I got back to work I set up my laptop with a good view of the space we'd cleared.
The doorbell rang a few minutes before four. Mel disappeared into the hall, and moments later I heard squeals of delighted greetings. Lovely to see you, you look wonderful you bitch, how long has it been. That kind of thing.
When Mel led Allie into the living room I was a bit surprised. She was a few years older than Mel -- a goodlooking woman just entering her middle years. Mel introduced us and we made polite small-talk for a few minutes.
Mel went to the bedroom to change, and I offered to help Allie set up the bench that was slung on a strap over her shoulder. She declined with a laugh. "Thanks, but I've got quite handy with this thing." It was true. It took her only seconds to unfold the black square into a full-sized massage bench.
Mel reappeared as Allie was pulling bottles of oil from her bag. She'd changed into her dressing gown, a flimsy dark green thing that looked stunning on her. I returned to my computer, but kept an eye on what they were doing.
Mel was naked beneath the gown, and I caught a flash of her boobs as she climbed onto the bench and lay down on her stomach. The smile she sent my way told me that it was deliberate.
I admired the shape of her body, even after Allie covered her arse with a towel. The cream material set off Mel's curves, highlighted them even. Knowing what was underneath was making my mouth water.
Mel folded her hands beneath her cheek and closed her eyes. A deep breath made her boob swell out, pressing between her body and the bench, slightly paler than the rest of her. A memory flashed across my mind of running my tongue over her flesh there, making her squirm and giggle.
I tried to focus on my screen.
Allie got to work. She looked very professional, in a cream uniform that hugged her hips and bosom. Her shiny chestnut hair was held up in a clip, exposing the back of her neck. I caught myself stealing glances, and felt guilty. After all, Mel was right there.
The scent of rosemary filled the room as Allie poured oil onto my girlfriend's naked back and began to rub it into her skin. Mel made small appreciative noises, and Allie murmured a question. Mel grunted an affirmative, and Allie continued.
Soon Mel's skin was gleaming, and my cock was swelling in my trousers. This wasn't helped by the gasps and grunts coming from Mel's mouth. I could almost pretend she was enjoying it sexually. In fact, I realised that she was probably exaggerating for my benefit.
When Allie moved to the other side of the bench I noticed Mel's eyes were open and she was looking at me. Not my face, though. Her eyes were focused beneath the table. Pretending not to notice, I spread my legs and gave myself a quick adjustment.
Two can play that game,
I thought.
Just then a message flashed up on my screen. It was Linda, my boss. Temporary boss, actually, but she was hoping to make it permanent. She didn't like that I was also being considered for the role.
With a sinking feeling I opened the message and read it. I managed to bite down on a curse, but it took an effort. A glance across the top of my screen told me that Mel and Allie hadn't noticed.
Linda's note was short and to the point. The report I was working on suddenly needed to be finished this afternoon, instead of tomorrow. Management was counting on it, blah blah. She'd expected me to be done already, otherwise she'd have told me sooner, blah blah.
Blah blah bullshit. Linda was going to take credit for it, of course. But if I didn't finish it, she'd blame me and my chances of the promotion would vanish faster than a middle manager's integrity around bonus time.
So I suppressed another curse, typed a curt reply and shifted my focus to my work. It was tight, but I could just about make it work. As long as the sight of Mel's naked body only a few feet away didn't distract me too much.
For a time everything went well. I worked productively, only occasionally stealing a glance at what was happening in the living room. When Allie told Mel to turn over I looked up from my screen to watch.
This time Mel didn't even pretend she wasn't flaunting. For a second, as she turned, I had a full frontal view: boobs, pussy and all. It took all my willpower to turn my concentration back to my work.
Allie replaced the towel over Mel's waist, leaving her boobs uncovered. Soon they were shining like the rest of her. Her nipples puffed up and-- No, I had to work.
With a discipline that surprised myself I kept my mind on the report. Allie moved around the bench, spending time on each of Mel's legs before turning to her head and chest. Legs were hot, head not really. After realising that Allie's hands weren't going to be fondling my girlfriend's boobs, I managed to stay focused on my work.
Mel's sounds of appreciation grew louder, although I wasn't sure whether that was an actual reaction or whether she was trying to draw my attention back to her.
What did grab my attention, however, was when I heard Allie murmur something that sounded like "happy ending". My eyes shot up just in time to see Mel give a slight nod. Allie went to stand on the far side of the bench and slid her hand beneath the towel.
Screw work, screw Linda, screw that promotion. This was more important.
Mel's eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly. Allie's hand was working beneath the towel, and as I watched Mel pulled her knees up and spread her thighs. The towel slipped to the floor.
Mel's skin was tight and shiny. Even softened by the gauze drapes, the light from the window seemed to dance across it, stroking, teasing, tantalising.
Allie's other hand was at Mel's boobs, her fingers running over the nipples, giving gentle tweaks and drawing soft gasps. Mel had her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips.
Through Mel's grunts I heard the occasional wet noise coming from where Allie was rubbing away between her legs. The smell of rosemary in the room was thick, but now another scent ran through it. Sweet and intoxicating, the scent that was entirely Mel's own.
When Mel's hand went up to glide over Allie's arse I gave up all pretence at not watching. I'd never known Mel to be interested in women, sexually. She'd never mentioned any past experiences, never mentioned women when we discussed our fantasies.
Then I noticed that her head had turned slightly my way, and I realised she must be watching me through slitted lids. I pretended not to notice, just sat there with my mouth slightly agape and a massive bulge in my trousers.
I know she's doing it to tease me,
