Disclaimer: Like most lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has exhibitionism, and light bondage. If those aren't your thing, stop now and find another story.
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(Michael)
"I never thought about it that way," I laughed. "So tell me more EVA," I said, playfully emphasizing her name.
What would you like to hear about MICHAEL?" she said with the same playful emphasis.
"I want to know sexy stuff, talk dirty to me, tell me a fantasy. Tell me your best sexual experience."
"You don't ask for much do you?"
"You're the one who started this."
"True enough. But you haven't told me anything. I think it's your turn to talk."
I looked at her for a moment. Shrugging, I said, "Oooooorrrrrrrrrr I give you a full body massage as you tell me more about you." She sucked in her breath as she looked at me.
"Damn, you know I have a weakness for massage."
I raised my eyebrows at her.
"I hate you."
"Yeah I know, but it's a win-win. I get to molest you while pretending it's for a massage and I hear some sexy stories while you get the experience of my magic hands."
Raising her eyebrows, "Magic hands?" she said doubtfully.
"I'm not saying I'm spectacular at giving massages, but I will say I've never had a complaint."
She rolls her eyes so I hop up from the couch and went to get a towel and massage oil. On the way back, I adjusted the lighting to a dull glow, and then laid the towel out on the floor of my living room. I walked over to her and held out my hand. She looked up as she put her hand in mine. I gently pulled her up to a standing position. At 5' 7" she was a hand width below my six feet. For a moment we stood staring in each other's eyes.
"You ready?" I asked.
She nodded, "How do you want me?"
"Naked and moaning my name in pleasure."
"What?"
"Huh, oh, nothing, I said take off the shirt and lay down on the towel."
She eyed me for a moment, "Yeah, I must be hearing things. I thought I heard something else."
Shrugging innocently, "Nope."
She turned her back and quickly pulled off her white spaghetti strap tank top. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she laid down on the towel.
For a minute my eyes roamed over her, admiring her body, lingering on the curves and valleys. The soft light gave her tanned skin a golden glow. The only thing she was wearing was a white cotton thong, leaving her entire backside on display. She had impossibly long, well-toned, shapely legs. They reached the cutest little ass I'd ever seen. Firm and round, each cheek was beautifully defined, begging to be grasped while framed by the flare of her hips and the tight curve of her waist. There was a visible cleft between her cheeks and legs and her body had the musculature of someone who worked out hard and often.
Shaking my head, I couldn't believe my luck. She was one of the most gorgeous creatures I'd ever seen and she was half naked in my living room.
I thought back to when I first met her. It had been at a party thrown by my motorcycle club, I had waited to talk to her because I'd just gotten out of a bad relationship, plus every guy there was hounding after her, so it had been months later that we'd finally talked.
She cleared her throat, "You going to stare all day or are you going to massage me?"
"Sorry."
"Yeah, I'll bet."
"Can you blame me for admiring the view? It's pretty incredible."
"Hmph, thank you," she said. "Now get to massaging if you want to hear any more stories from me."
"Yes ma'am."
I straddled her butt and poured some oil into my hands and spread it over her back. For a few minutes I worked in silence rubbing the oil into her skin. Her body was a strange mixture of hard muscle and soft skin, her muscles tight and rippled as I dug my fingers in. She moaned softly while I worked.
"I'll take that as an agreement of my 'magic hands.'"
"Mmmmm, okay okay, I admit, they're awesome, they're great, all hail your magic hands. Don't stop."
Laughing, I said, "As long as you keep talking."
"Fine, what do you want to hear next?" she asked.
"Tell me something crazy."
"This is between us, right? You're not going to tell everyone are you?"
"Never, scout's honor."
"Okay, I guess I can trust you at this point. I'm something of an exhibitionist."
"Really?"
"Yes, I like to wear sheer summer dresses and bright thongs. I like it when guys walk behind me and see that I'm wearing a red or pink thong or whatever color I happen to have on. I've had a few comments on it and it always makes me laugh."
"What do they say?"
"Nothing crazy, mostly stuff like 'nice panties or something,' I'll look at them and wink, it's fun being naughty. I love showing off my ass," she said. "I like wearing very short skirts and flashing my panties when I sit down."
"You like to show off your body, huh?"
"I work out too much and too hard not to show it off," she replied. "I also love wearing sexy panties. I like cute ones, sexy ones, sheer ones, I love saying the word 'panties' in conversation. Each has a different personality for when I wear them. I wear sheer ones with skirts so that if anyone catches a peek, they may see my racing stripe. I like wearing thongs and low-cut jeans so that when I bend over anybody to the side or behind me can see that I'm wearing a thong and what color it is. Sometimes I like bikini cut panties, they make me feel cute. I like wearing them with a white t-shirt or wife beater as I walk around my apartment. I like to wear the shirt tight, so that my nipples harden and poke out. I like to leave my curtains open a little, it turns me on a little to think I might get seen."
"Wow, that's sexy," I said. "Ever had somebody see you?"
"A few times, also there was one pizza guy ..." she trailed off.
"Sounds interesting, tell me more."
"God, I can't believe I'm telling you this story. It happened while I was still active in the Marine Corps. I was a sergeant and had my own apartment out in town."
At that moment I scooted down her legs and dug my hands into her ass. She gasped and tightened her cheeks as I worked my fingers into them. She let out another low moan as I continued to massage her butt. I was getting hard so I shifted and worked on her sides pushing my thumbs into her cheeks, her hips flexed ever so slightly in time with my ministrations and her breathing became ragged.
Seeing her caught up in the moment and wanting to test how much I could get away with I paused, reached for her waistband and without warning tugged her panties down to below her ass. I then resumed massaging as if I had done nothing out of the ordinary.
She froze for a second, but as I continued her massage, she resumed her happy squirming and enjoyed herself. Beginning her story.
"So one day, I finished running a marathon. It was early spring and the first one I'd ever done so I was dog tired. On the way home I decided to get a pizza for lunch and stopped by a local place called Michelangelo's. I ordered a pepperoni and jalapeno and the cashier told me it would be 20 minutes. I was exhausted and really didn't feel like waiting."
"I asked him if he would deliver it to my house. The cashier kind of looked at me funny, he was six-foot, dirty blonde, lean and good-looking."
"After a shrug, he told me no problem and I told him I'd see him in thirty."
"I winked at him as I left the store."
"I don't know what had gotten into me, but I was definitely in a mood. I went home, stripped and hopped in the shower. When I got out, I wrapped a towel around me and tried to decide what to wear. I wanted to tease him. I thought about answering the door naked, but was I worried that I might get raped that way," Eva laughed.
I agreed, "Yeah, I would have a hard time not raping you if you did that."
"I was thinking about how far I wanted to go. T-shirt and panties, bra and panties, a t-shirt, but I'm still in a towel and I guess I didn't notice the time because while I'm trying to decide the doorbell rings."
"I went and looked and it was him, so I decided to go with what I had on. It was a normal dark blue bath towel and when I pulled it tight and rolled the top it barely covered my butt."
"I opened the door and there he was with my pizza."
"I told him, 'Wait here, I'll get you a tip.'"
"I grabbed the pizza and as I walked away, I practically felt his eyes on me, I made sure to bend over as I put the order on my counter and got money. He didn't know it but I saw his reflection in the window in my kitchen and he was staring the whole time. I felt the draft so I knew he had at least a partial view of my ass."
"It was a thrill knowing he was looking, it felt sexy and controlling. When I handed him the tip, I was a little surprised he talked to me."
"He told me, 'By the way, I'm Rick and if you ever want another pizza delivered call me directly, here's my number.'"
"Then he handed me a paper with his number."
"You trusted him that quick?" I asked.
"He seemed to understand the game, he didn't act rash and he didn't try to touch, he just looked. Since I knew where he worked and he'd already been to my house it seemed safe," Eva said.
By this time, I was on her side and rubbing her legs, I massaged her calves and she wiggled her butt a little.
"You going to pull my panties up or leave them like this all night?" Eva asked.
"Actually, I was going to pull them down," I laughed. Eyes wide, she quickly looked over her shoulder at me. "But I suppose if you'd prefer, I'll pull them up."
I tugged her panties back into place on her hips, but I made a mental note that she'd made no move to grab them when I had said I was going to pull them down.
"Continue your story."
"After that it became a thing, every few weeks I'd text him directly for a pizza and he'd deliver it."
"The next time I called for a delivery was a couple of weeks later, I put on a white t-shirt and a pair of white cotton thong panties with little red hearts all over them. My t-shirt was a midriff and barely came to my belly button."
"When I opened the door, I played it cool like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Then I did the same routine, grabbed the pizza and told him I'd go get his money. When I walked away, I put a little extra sway in my hips and made sure to bend over when I put the pizza on the counter and grabbed the money. I stayed that way for a second then I looked back over my shoulder. 'I only have twenties, do you have change?' Sure enough, he was staring at me again but he just smiled when he saw I'd caught him."
