Two days later and I found myself alone with Tamara again. Or at least, alone in my room. My parents and Tamara's husband were downstairs. I'd been for a game of tennis and was aching all over. After my shower, I complained of soreness. Tamara's husband said that she should give me a massage.
"She's pretty good at those," he suggested, with a grin.
The blush probably spread across my face. But Tamara grinned at me, raising an eyebrow. "Your call, big boy," she teased.
I shook my head. 'That's ok,' I bashfully stammered.
Tamara stood up. "C'mon, Thomas. There aren't many guys who refuse one of my massages."
I followed her upstairs. "Lie down in your room," she said. "I'll get some oil."
I lay on my bed, wondering what lay in store. I already had an erection, just at the thought of this gorgeous woman's hands on my body. The shower scene stayed vividly in my mind and the memory of that, and my violent orgasm afterwards, stayed with me. Fuck, I had just turned eighteen years old, after all.
Tamara returned and shut the bedroom door behind her. It closed with a soft click.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
I turned my head to stare at her. She'd told me to lie here. Just as I was about to sit up, she spoke again.
"Take off your clothes!"
"Sorry, what?" I responded. I definitely wasn't expecting that suggestion.
"I'm gonna give you a massage! Strip to your boxers!" she said.
I blushed again. Fuck! Before I could respond, she began to tug my shirt out of the back of my jeans.
"Okay, okay," I mumbled.
Slowly, I undressed, keeping my face away from her so that she couldn't see how much I was blushing. I slid my shirt away, pulled off my stocks and then unfastened my black jeans. God, if I turned around, she would see my hard-on. I flopped down onto the bed to hide my reaction.
"You ready?" she asked.
I nodded and turned my head to give what I hoped was a confident smile. My jaw dropped open. Tamara had also stripped. Down to her panties and bra.
She saw my face. "Don't want me to get any oil on my clothes, do you?"
Her underwear was incredibly sexy. A white bra with her breasts spilling over the top. And just a matching, lacy thong. My cock hardened, if such a thing was possible.
When she sat on my ass, straddling me with one leg to each side, I felt a surge of adrenalin in my groin. Fuuuuck. I closed my eyes, attempting to wipe out any images of anything that might arouse me further. It wasn't easy. When she began rubbing my neck and shoulders, I felt I was in heaven. She was good, I realised, and after a little I actually managed to relax a bit.
We didn't talk, she just quietly hummed to herself as she worked my lower back. Then she skipped down to my calves, and as she worked up to my thighs, I began to squirm again. My breathing was heavy and when she slid her hands under my boxers to rub my ass, I nearly came. Fuck, Tamara! My cock was aching with arousal, and then I heard the words I feared more than any other.
"Okay, turn over!"
I felt a sudden panic. I decided there was no way I was going to turn, but then her pushing fingers under my shoulder left me no choice. She eased her body up just sufficiently to let me roll him onto my back, before she sat back down again. Her sensational body straddled me just above my waist. I was helpless.
Tamara went back to her little hum and began working the front of my shoulders and chest. I stared at her mostly-nude form as she worked away. I actually twitched when she worked into my stomach. Fuck, Tamara!
I had a serious hard-on but fortunately it was hidden behind her. But not for long. She eased up and sat beside me, at the bottom of the bed. There was no hiding my eighteen year old bulge, but she made no comment. She simply began to work on my ankles before moving back up my legs as she'd done when I lay on my stomach. I closed my eyes, partly imaging what I'd like her to do, but more trying to picture some tranquil scene in order to control my throbbing embarrassment.
She knew what she was doing, realised the effect of her teasing. Her hands oiled up to my thighs and as she got closer to my standing-to-attention cock, the more I throbbed with anticipation.
