It had been almost six weeks since Claire and the girls had taken up residence in my home. They seemed to be settling in, though it took a lot of work at the beginning. Richard, being the vindictive, self-absorbed asshole he is, had sold most of their things to a secondhand store. I took them shopping and was able to replace most of it except for a few items of sentimental value. I contacted Daisy about those things, and she promised to add it to her list of things to do regarding the divorce.
After visiting the local elementary school, Claire and I both found it wanting. I suggested a private school nearby that a couple of the Dommes I thought of as the "Soccer Moms," had spoken highly of recently. After scheduling and taking a tour of what they had to offer, we both agreed that it was the perfect place for the girls. Upon hearing the cost of tuition, it was Claire that balked. I had no issue with spending the money and made that clear to her. If I couldn't spend it on my granddaughters' education, then what use is there in having it? After assuring her that Robert would feel the same way, she relented.
So, once school started, both girls went to class at Pinehurst Academy. That left Claire with her days free and ample free time on her hands. Since most of my days were open as well, I took full advantage of her free time to begin my seduction.
The second week the girls were in school; I showed up at the house with a massage table and all the supplies necessary to pamper her. My Mistress had sent me to a six-week course in massage therapy so that I was well versed in being able to soothe her tired muscles after a long day of teaching exercise classes and training private clients. I learned early on that not only did I enjoy performing the act, I also found it to be highly erotic when the person on my table was a woman. More than once, during the course, I'd found not only my pussy wet but could also tell the lady on my massage table had become aroused. Her breathing and movements would give her desire away every time.
I fixed Claire's lunch while we talked. I made sure the conversation stayed light steering it away from heavy subjects like her divorce. I did make sure to touch on the titillating topic of mine and Rachel's previous weekend. It had been the weekend of our Chapter meeting. I cleverly went into detail about the happenings once we reached the playroom. By the time I'd finished my story, her pupils had gone dark, and her breathing was shallow and quick. Despite the fact it was only one in the afternoon, she was ready to open a bottle of wine. She seemed to need something to calm herself down.
When I set up the massage table in her bedroom and told her to undress completely and lay on her stomach, she instantly flushed. I told her she could cover her bottom with a towel and then left the room. When I returned a few minutes later, it was to the site of her naked back, and long, sleek legs separated only by the folded towel covering her shapely ass. I had a bottle of heated massage oil hooked onto my belt. I unhooked it and squirted a copious amount onto her back, causing her to squeal loudly. I laughed at her, knowing that in her aroused state, she was highly excitable.
I started to rub the oil in working her shoulders and upper back. Pausing to wipe my hands on a towel, I grabbed a clip from my belt and used it to secure her silky black hair on top of her head.
"We don't want to get your beautiful hair dirty, do we?" I flirted lightly.
I then went back to work. The clip had exposed a long and regal looking neck. I wanted badly to be able to kiss and nibble on it, but Claire wasn't ready yet. That time was coming soon, though. As I worked her neck, she began to moan. The light technique I was using had worked to arouse more than a few women during my massage classes.
When I finished with her upper back, neck, and shoulders, I slowly worked my way down her spine. The closer I got to her bottom, the more I noticed slight undulations start in it. It was as if the anticipation was killing her. Wanting to build it, even more, I skipped right over what I assumed were the very firm globes of her ass, and went straight to the backs of her legs. She practically groaned in what I expected was frustration. That changed, though, when I began to work her inner thighs. Her legs subtlety opened more fully, giving me better access. Wanting to tease her all the way, I slowly worked up the inside of her thigh till I was a mere inch from her pussy. I then swapped sides and began working my way down the other side. I watched as her hands closed into fists. By this point, I could practically smell her arousal. It was having its effect on me too. I could feel my pussy beginning to drip at the thought of what I was doing to her.
I carefully massaged both calves and then went to work on her feet. Most people don't realize, but the feet can be an erogenous zone when appropriately pressed. Specific pressure points seemed to elevate arousal in women I'd previously massaged.
When I finished with her feet, I moved back even with her bottom and removed the towel. Before my eyes was a perfect heart-shaped beauty of an ass, it took great restraint on my part to keep from biting each cheek. Instead, I poured more oil, making sure it cascaded down her crack and causing her to moan audibly. I then went to work, filling both hands with the glorious globes of her ass. I worked both of them much more aggressively than I had her upper body and legs. I began to work my fingers between her cheeks, spreading them as I did. Her moans and undulations got more frequent the closer I came to her rosebud. "I bet someone likes having their ass played with," I thought to myself. The first time I allowed both of my fingers to slide across it, her legs opened to give me better access. I was tempted to take her right then. I knew she was mine already. Still, inside, I knew the time just wasn't right.
After teasing her asshole for several more minutes, I firmly slapped her ass and in a commanding voice, said, "Rollover."
I smiled to myself and thought, "Good doggy" when she did precisely that. I removed the towel from the equation. She was naked, and with a glance, I could see her pussy lips swollen and glistening. Ignoring that part of her, I moved to the head of the table and poured oil over her supple breasts, causing her to sigh. As I leaned over her to begin massaging her thirty-four C breasts, I knew that left my crotch very close to her face. I did not doubt that she would be able to smell my arousal. I wanted her to be able to detect my arousal. I wanted her fantasizing about burying her tongue between my legs. I was hoping her olfactory senses had her mouth-watering.
I was cautious to begin with not to make contact with her nipples. I'm not sure what they looked like before she had kids, but I knew she'd breastfed Missy right up until the point that Mallory was born. She then breastfed Mallory until she was two. The girls had done an excellent job of elongating her nipples. Hard as they were, they stuck straight out at least three-quarters of an inch.
When I had teased her, and myself, long enough, I palmed both nipples simultaneously. I squeezed both of her tits firmly as I rolled both thumbs in and over each nipple. Each time I repeated the process, her hips came slightly off the table.
Moving over to her side, I began working her stomach muscles. I would caress up and down, working my way as low as the top of her trimmed pubis. Each time I worked my way down, I would see her thighs tightened up in anticipation of something that wasn't to happen. Not yet, at least.
I skipped over her groin area and went to the tops of her legs. I could sense her frustration growing, but I had to remain in control here. I couldn't let either of our arousals dictate what was going to happen. When I'd done both legs, I slowly walked up to the head of the table where she lay with her eyes closed. After wiping my hands off, I leaned down, and while caressing one cheek softly kissed her lips. Not the type of chaste kiss that a mother-in-law might give her daughter-in-law. But the kind of teasing kiss that one potential lover might provide another.
She opened her eyes and gave me a look of apparent confusion and lust. I stood and looking down, smiled at her, saying, "Did you enjoy that?"
I wasn't sure whether she thought I meant the kiss or the massage. After a second's hesitation, she said, "Yes, I did. It was very nice."
