My husband and I had just celebrated our 6th anniversary, tonight was my 30th birthday, and we decided to go out for dinner, then meet up with a few friends after. We had a nice meal, had a few drinks with friends at an out door bar overlooking the water and were feeling in the mood for some heavy partying. But as usual our friends pooped out early, the other couple not really on the same partying frequency as us, and my best friend had to get home to her son.
"Maybe we should just head home too" Steven says, which is really not like him, but I figured he was just frustrated, and was giving up, so we headed home. I drove while Steven played his little automobile games... pulling off 90% of my clothes while I drive...sucking my tits, fingering me etc. He has a ball. I do my best not to crash and kill us!
On arriving home I scramble for my clothes while he goes in. After a few hours in the Florida heat I was ready for a shower and a cold drink by the pool. As I went for the shower Steven was answering the door...
Steven met me at the bathroom door after my shower, and invited me to the Florida room. "gotta present for you" was all he would explain, so dressed in nothing but a tweety bird towel, off I followed. As I turned the corner to the room I noticed a big fold out table had been set up in the middle of the room, and as I walked throught the door I was greeted by a young gentleman, very cute, very tan, dressed in white shorts and sleeveless shirt rubbing lotion on his hands. I smiled at Steven as I figured out what was going on. I have for months been bitching about needing to go for a good massage, the stress of business and kids and such. He had now brought the massage to me!
Rich was the guys name, he was not muscular, but he was in good shape, not a bit of fat on this kid. Very polite and gentle with his hands. As I lay on the porto table he rubbed and pulled at my muscles with great detail talking softly about my skin and tightness of the muscles he was working. The towel was folded so only tweety's head was shown, just enough to cover my butt. Rich was at my calves as he tutored Steven on the points of his craft. Sometimes I would fade away oblivious to the conversation knowing only the pleasure of his skill. Steven strangely showed a lot of interest in the "science" of the art, and suggested he get the video camera for future reference. (I should have been suspicious right then!)
As Steven readied the camera Rich was moving slowly up the back of my legs, I have been extremely tense lately so he had a lot of work ahead, but he took his time. "shit, the battery's dead" Steven complained, "where's the back-up?"
I replied with a very lucid "dunno" and drifted back to the cloud I had been resting upon. "I think I threw it in the shed" and off Steven ran for the backyard.
I for the moment had taken up residents in a little corner of heaven, and problems like a camera battery at this point measured a zero in my book. I felt the towel slide a few inches up as Rich continued gliding his hands in long strokes over the back of my legs. I could feel my eyes rolling back when I was awoken by Rich's voice "You have really got a beautiful ass Kelly". I looked straight ahead, but said nothing. But I imagined the work he had done relaxing me had been destroyed at that second, I could feel myself tightening up. But he kept working. Wasn't this a little inappropriate, unprofessional? Was he concentrating on my muscles, or my ass? Or am I over-reacting to a compliment? (c'mon Kelly you just turned 30, not 80!).
He went about his business, so I figured I would chill out and relax. He seems like a sweet guy, probably just an honest observation by a guy who's business IS the body, and skin and stuff. ...whatever! Then his left hand moved to my shoulder and I felt his right hand sliding beneath the towel, around my thigh, up to my waist and down...gently gliding his thumb down the crack of my ass! My mind was spinning! What the hell was this kid doing. He said nothing, pulled the towel back down, and stepped over to his little case of lotions. He re-lubed his hands and started rubbing my arms and shoulders. Just like that! No "thanks for the quick feel" no "sorry couldn't help myself". What was I to think!
"Found it!" as the back door opened and Steven scooted in shoving the battery into the camera. I began to ease up a little knowing he was back, but should I tell him of Rich's little "lapse", Not that I was all that offended by the action just concerned, and the more I thought about it, the more I imagined I was blowing it out of proportion. Sit back and enjoy what the kid is doing! Rich was now back to concentrating on my skin, and very quiet. Maybe he felt bad for feeling me like that? Later when Steven knew of the experience, all he could come up with was "can you blame him", and maybe he was right.