Sharon and Dale had been friends and co-workers on the night shift for several years. There had always been some electricity between them, sort of smoldering just below the surface. It had never led to anything, much to Daleâs disappointment. Maybe it was because he was older, white, and married. For whatever reason, they had never taken their friendship to another level.
Sharon was about five feet tall and black. She possessed a quick wit and a lusty laugh that Dale found very sexy. Soaking wet she might weigh 110 pounds, Dale thought. She was very pretty, had a wonderful personality, and what Dale considered a perfect ass. Sharon had large, expressive eyes and a smile that could light up a dark room. Dale had been smitten with her since they first met. He was 40 then, and happily married. He had nurtured his crush on her for more than a decade, feeling sure that if he ever verbalized his desire he would damage their friendship and embarrass himself.
At age 50, Daleâs wife had entered menopause and ceased to have any interest in sex. Sharon knew this because they talked about everything and anything as friends do. Dale still loved his wife, but the loss of intimacy had changed their relationship. Sharon felt bad for Dale but had never offered to help him with the problem. For her part, Sharon had recently ended a long-term, live-in relationship with the father of her two kids.
One night as they entered the hospital for work, Dale noticed that Sharon was limping slightly. Concerned, he asked about it and she told him that she had slightly pulled her left hamstring while exercising. He asked about her treatment regimen. Had she iced it down? Was she wrapping it? Was she getting massages to keep the muscle loose? âCmon, youâre a nurse. You know about all this stuffâ, Dale cajoled.
Having taken a course in massage therapy in the past, Dale had some expertise with this type of injury. He told Sharon that she should be using moist heat several times a day and getting deep muscle massages several times a week. He offered to massage the leg, but she declined. She did agree to try the moist heat at home to see if it would help with the dull aching pain this type of injury could cause. The next night at work Sharon reported that the treatments had helped somewhat and thanked her friend. Dale told her that she really should couple it with massage, and so reluctantly, she decided to try it.
It was a slow night at work, so they went to an empty patientâs room during their lunch break. Dale had her lie on her stomach on the bed with a hot towel on the hurting hamstring. While the muscle loosened up from the heat, he massaged her lower legs. He turned the TV to a channel that played slow jazz, lowered the lights somewhat, and directed her to try to relax. He could feel the tension in her body. He felt that she was nervous about being massaged by a man, so he instructed her not to talk, just listen to the soothing music and his voice.
As he massaged her legs, Dale kept up a monologue about nothing in particular. His deep voice had a hypnotic quality and soon Sharon found herself so relaxed that she was on the verge of falling asleep. Dale removed the warm towel from her upper legs and began to knead the muscles of her thighs and hamstrings. Starting at one knee, he worked his way up until he was within inches of her buttocks. Then he repeated the procedure on the other leg. Dale could feel the warmth of Sharonâs skin through the thin material of her scrubs. Her skin felt very smooth and Dale was really enjoying the feel of her thighs.
After about twenty minutes, Dale announced that he was finished. He told her to apply moist heat to the affected area when she awoke later that day and that he would do another massage the next night. Sharon found that the leg felt much better the rest of the night and that she felt very mellow and refreshed. The next night, they repeated the lunch time massage. Within ten minutes of starting, Dale realized that Sharon had parted her legs ever so slightly as he worked her upper legs. He could feel the heat of her sex as his fingers fleetingly touched the edge of her panties through the scrubs.
Dale gently allowed his fingers to âaccidentallyâ rub the edge of her vagina several times with no complaint. In fact, Sharon was very much enjoying it and hoped that Dale didnât notice that fact. After a half-hour of this Dale was able to detect the sweet scent of female arousal and smiled inwardly. Too soon, the session ended and both went back to work. Sharon could feel the dampness between her legs as she walked and marveled at how stimulated she had become. Sharon didnât think Dale had noticed, and found herself looking forward to the next session.
The next night was a very busy one for both of them. Sharon missed getting her massage and though she didnât realize it, Dale had missed it just as much. Knowing that he always checked his e-mail before leaving for the night, Sharon sent Dale an e-mail offering to trade a home-cooked breakfast for a massage at her place after work. She watched from across the room as he read the offer, then looked up at her and smiled. Dale agreed to stop at the store for a quart of milk and Sharon gave him her address and told him to let himself in.
As he entered the apartment, Dale could hear the shower running. Sharon yelled for him to help himself to coffee and soon emerged from the bathroom wearing only a terrycloth robe. They chatted as she prepared omelets and toast for two. After breakfast, Sharon told Dale to follow her as she headed to her bedroom. With her back to him, she opened the robe and lay down on her stomach on the bed allowing the robe to cover her like a large towel. Dale began to massage Sharonâs legs sliding the robe up as necessary to work the muscles.
As usual, he used his voice and talented hands to relax her and soon she was back in that dreamy place, drifting peacefully. As he worked his way up higher, she slid the robe up even more. Dale found himself becoming aroused, as the combination of seeing and feeling her bare thighs caused him to harden. Luckily she had her head turned away or she would have seen the erection that was clearly visible against the thin scrub material. Soon her robe slid high enough that he could see her pussy lips peeking at him through the black pubic hairs.
âDoes this feel good?â he asked as his fingers grazed her outer lips.
âYesâ, she gasped. Feeling more confident, Dale allowed his fingers to massage just outside of Sharonâs outer labia. This went on for several minutes, then Sharon turned her head so she could see Daleâs pants. She could make out the outline of his cockhead straining against the thin material. She slid her hand slowly to it, lightly tracing itâs contours with her fingertips.
âDoes this feel good?â she asked him, smiling broadly. âIâm guessing yesâ she giggled.
Dale let his fingers give his answer. He slowly slid his finger along her now quite damp slit, avoiding contact with her clitoris. Sharon began moving her hips gently in time with his touches. Sharonâs arousal was obvious as Daleâs ministrations caused her vagina to produce more and more lubrication. As he slipped his finger between her pussy lips, Sharon tensed up, then spread her legs even further. Dale sought out and found her clitoris, sliding it between his fingers.
Sharon began to moan softly, and rolled over onto her back letting the robe slide to the floor. Dale slowly drank in the sight of her naked body.
