"I'll be right there. Usual room?"
"Lol. Didn't realize you knew where I snuck off to Big Man, but yes...room 433."
She was under the covers, face down in her pillow when she heard the door open. He pulled the curtain aside and came up to the bed without a word. He gingerly swept her long hair aside and quickly ran the tips of his fingers across her back & shoulders, surveying her landscape. The action gave her goosebumps. Then he clapped his hands together and vigorously rubbed them together Mr. Miyagi style; making her giggle.
"You are such a dork," she said teasing.
"You love it," he replied.
"True." And he was right, she supposed the jokes and the laughter were an excellent mechanism to avoid the fact that this man was incredibly hot. It's not like she'd never noticed, everyone noticed. She just never took it very seriously; despite the fact that, this big grumpy bastard was just EXACTY her cup of tea. But as he quite seriously put his hands on to her shoulders, and paused with meaning before he began to manipulate her deltoids, it was impossible not to dwell upon. Marcus was easily 6'2" and 300 lbs, not ridiculously muscle bound...just a very large human being. His thighs were bigger than her waist and when laid pinkie to thumb, his hands easily covered the length of her back. His skin was such a deep brown that he disappeared into the darkness of the room, with his bright eyes and gleaming smile standing out in stark contrast. His skin looked perfectly smooth, but she had never touched it. He was undeniably handsome in a very rough sort of way. But that was not what absorbed her senses right now; right now the subtle smell of him was overwhelming everything, including her better judgement. He smelled like warm bread and mahogany, with a natural musky undertone that was all pheromone. She closed her eyes tightly and inhaled deeply. She let herself relax with the exhale and felt his big, rough, strong hands take purchase on the areas of most notable tension in her shoulders. Goosebumps again.
He worked slowly and deliberately, alternating the very firm pressure her body needed with the feather light touch that she felt reverberate through her entire body. She didn't overthink the situation, for once she felt no need to analyze or rationalize. She just felt his touch and reveled in his fragrance. Over her clothes he went, inch by inch, relaxing her day away. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Her alarm brought her sharply back to reality. She silenced it quickly, and settled back into position. She could almost feel his raised eyebrow, silently asking if he should continue; but her position and lowered lids were answer enough; and so he returned to easing her pain. Damn his hands were magic.
He took a deep breath, for a minute he almost used the alarm as an excuse to bolt; this was crazy. He had asked his friend if she needed a back rub on a whim, without thinking much about it; but truth be told he had been dying to touch her for months now. She was amazing, a tiny Tasmanian devil, whirling around the unit, creating the kind of chaos everyone was grateful for in the end. She was so bossy. It regularly made him laugh when she went toe to toe with someone twice her size, as if she didn't realize she was only 5'2" with a buck twenty to throw around. Most women as beautiful as she was, would have been used to using their curves to get their way. He saw it all the time, nurses flirting with doctors & patients, using their charm to influence; batting their lashes until they got their way. Vivian was more bull-in-china-shop than butterfly on-the-wing. The best part was: everything that went through her head, came flying out of her mouth. He loved that. Because of this trait, he knew she was aware of how attractive she was, no self-esteem issues on this girl; she just really didn't care that much if you agreed with her self-assessment or not. Frankly, she was fun to watch. And, oh, he had been watching.
The night before he had fallen asleep on his couch thinking about her. Again. Spinning fantasies about what it would be like to touch her, he had never seen anyone with such pale skin. It looked so delicate, especially in contrast to her lush, dark hair. She had the face of a porcelain doll with big blue eyes and small rose bud lips. He wondered what his ample lips would feel like against hers. He wondered what she would taste like; he imagined the skin on her demure neck would taste like she smelled: lilac and peaches. In his mind, his hands roamed her naked body, gripping her round ass and pulling her towards him. He held her perfect breasts and lapped at each stunningly pink nipple with his warm tongue. He sprang his erection from beneath the blanket and imagined it was her tiny, white hands on his big black dick as he stroked himself in the dark. He imagined her saying all of the dirty things that ran through her head in her breathy voice. Telling him what she wanted, what she wanted him to do to her. So bossy. When he came hard in the dark, her name was on his lips, and he imagined he came all over her perfect tits while she stroked him.
Remembering his fantasies immediately gave him a massive hard-on. Uh-oh. He took half a step away from the bed and as he did, her right arm fell, dangling toward the floor while she lay face down, enjoying this stolen moment. Her hand laid against his calf. She made a small, satisfied noise from the back of her throat, and rocked her hips, to slightly change position. The combination of her sound and her movement seemed so erotic, here in the dark, with full access to her body. When she had settled, her shirt had risen a few inches, exposing just half an inch of skin at the small of her back and across her hips. Never had so little skin held so much sway over him; he longed to touch her without the intrusion of cotton & polyester. Just his rough dark skin against her soft pale skin. Then he felt her hand move, he froze momentarily but quickly found his rhythm again rubbing her back while she...yes, she was stroking his calf with her fingertips. Certainly absentmindedly, but the excitement of having her hand on him spurred him to reciprocate & he slid his hands down just enough that his thumbs were now skin to skin on the small of her back.
She was surprised at herself. She just couldn't resist. She had let her arm fall down the length of his leg simply to touch him in return. It wasn't long before the touch became more focused and she danced a small circle on his calf. It's just his calf, she thought. What she really wanted, what she had been thinking about, here in the dark, was how badly she wanted to feel his hands on her bare skin. Moments ago, her desire and frustration and broken through and she whimpered and rolled her hips back and forth. Then she felt it, his warm fingers on the small of her back, just where it curved up to her hips. The feeling was downright euphoric and her pussy instantly became wet. She was incredibly turned on, and began rocking her hips slightly in rhythm with his kneading. All the while, rubbing her finger tips on his calf, then up to the back of his knee. He stepped closer to her, leaning against the bed in order to reach her left side. When he did, she felt a huge, rock hard erection straining against the scrubs that offered so little protection. Oh, God, she thought...he wants me, too.
He tried to focus on what his hands were doing; after all they were, finally, blessedly on her bare skin. And it was every bit as soft & delicate as he had imagined it would be. But he found it remarkably hard to focus once he stepped forward and pressed his erection up against her side. Especially since she hadn't stopped moving her hips. He fought the urge to grind against her, and just let his hands enjoy her body; all the while her fingertips grew more purposeful with each pass. They found their way past his knee, inching upward. The feeling of her small fingers lightly tracing patterns on his thigh was enough to get him dripping with precum, it soaked through his scrubs and he was sure she could feel it; but she did not pull away. In fact, her gyrating intensified, as did her little moans, and she began to dig her nails into him with pleasing force. Oh God, he thought...she wants me too.
He wasted no time and slid his hands down from her back onto her round ass. This was officially past the boundaries of friends-and-coworkers. She did not object. As has massaged her ass his desire intensified, he knew now that he would take this as far as she would let it go, but he didn't know how far that might be, or if he would ever be able to touch her like this again. So he didn't rush, right now, all his focus was on rubbing her back and her backside. Suddenly she lifted herself upright, he thought she had come to her senses, but she just deftly removed her scrub top, leaving a delicate, lacy, femmed-up version of a wife-beater tank in its place, with a white bra on underneath. But she reached at her back, while keeping eye contact with him, and undid the clasp holding her bra in place. In a swift, practiced maneuver she removed the bra without moving her undershirt. She grinned a little, but then lay right back down in her previous position. Before she could complete the repositioning, he caught a breathtaking glimpse of her hard, pink nipples through her sheer, white tank top. Even in the dark it was easily the sexist thing he had ever seen.
