Winter Break and Home Again
I breezed through finals, packed up my things and gave away perishables to those who had to remain on campus during the break. My parents had booked a first class seat for me on an early morning Saturday flight. I arrived home exhausted around dinner time due to the long drive from SFO.
I didn't see Marion or Samantha until Monday when they were backing out of their driveway to go work out. Marion called me over to say hello turning in the driver's seat to give me a delightful view of her cleavage. We talked a bit about my schedule for the break as my eyes darted back and forth from hers to her breasts. She asked if I'd like to workout with them again. My mind flashed back to the sauna along with the shower, then my fantasy. Of course, I told her I'd love to. We made plans to workout Wednesday then off they went.
The rest of Monday and most of Tuesday I was with my mom finishing up Christmas shopping. The crowds weren't too bad since Christmas wasn't until the following week. She gave me a list of things to get my dad who is extremely hard to buy for since it seems he has everything. So, we got the usual underwear and socks and a couple of ties for him. Mom said all she wanted is more time with me. She mentions that every year but I buy her things with money dad gives me. It's hard to spend more time with her when I'm away at school so I spend as much as I can when I'm home.
Wednesday morning rolled around, and I was ready for some 'me' time working out and sweating. Marion met me at our front door at six in the morning ready to go as Sam waited in the car. We talked along the way about what we'd all been up to since we last spoke. Sam was off from school also busy planning her final trips to the various universities where she'd applied along with her competition in January.
When we arrived at the gym, a few people were working out. I went through my routine casually conversing with the others there, introducing myself as Marion and Sam's next door neighbor. About halfway through my workout, I heard some weights crash. I looked over to see Sam wincing in pain with a barbell rolling on the floor away from her. I ran over to see if I could help along with most everyone else.
Sam was in agony. She'd added a bit more weight than usual and lost her grip doing a deadlift. She was rubbing her lower back which is a common strain while deadlifting. I got her some ice to put on it and made her lay down and rest, telling her I'd dealt with this before. I suggested she see her doctor just to be safe.
Marion was on top of that right away calling their doctor to see if she could get in that day. They did have an opening. We helped Sam to the car and drove to the doctor's office. On the way over I explained a 'cupping treatment' we use on the athletes at school. I had my set of cups at home if she felt like she wanted a session. The doctor confirmed my quick diagnosis of a sprain, suggesting rest along with massages and wouldn't you know it, a cupping treatment.
In case you didn't know, cupping is an ancient form of alternative medicine in which cups are applied to your skin for a few minutes to create suction drawing blood to the surface. It has many beneficial uses which include help with easing the pain. It also reduces inflammation, improves blood flow, helps relaxation, promotes well-being, and as a type of deep tissue massage.
We took Sam home from the doctor's office, fed her some acetaminophen then had her lay down in her bed. She was feeling a tiny bit better but still sore.
I asked if she wanted my help, she winced a bit replying with a weak, yes, please.
I went home and got my medical bag along with my cups. When I returned, I asked Marion to get a couple of sheets and spread them on the floor so I wouldn't get any oil on Sam's bed. I then asked for some olive oil which made them both look at me as if I were nuts. I told them about the various oils that can be applied when massaging. Since I didn't have any in the kit, olive would have to do.
We helped Sam strip down to her panties and a tee shirt. She lay on the floor face down; then I put a rolled up towel under her feet to promote blood flow to her core. I explained the cups to each of them. Oiling up my hands, I proceeded to massage Sam's lower back. Despite my lust for her, I remained profession as Marion watched me gently knead her daughter's back fascinated by my movements.
Her body was just as I fantasized it would be, firm, soft, and fantastic, along with being a pleasure to work. She did have a couple of knots in the lower region which I focused on, spending extra time trying to work them out.
After working most of her back, I dried the oil from my hands then brought the cups out to begin the treatment. The cups left their tell-tale little rings while helping ease the pain and stiffness in Sam's exquisite body. When I finished, we helped her back up to a standing position. She began rubbing her back while I sat on the floor, her firm ass inches from my face.
My pussy was trembling as I watched her twist and turn in front of me checking herself out. My heart was pounding by the time she finished her self-check. She was amazed at how much better she felt. She thanked me then headed off to take a warm shower to get the oil off herself, something I gladly would have helped her.
Before she left, I told her to drink additional water to help remove the toxins generated by the body massage. Marion graciously helped put my medical bag back together and clean up while Samantha was showering. As we put everything away, Marion asked me if I had time would I mind massaging her. I told her I didn't mind at all. I had thought to say no due to her flirtations, but that wouldn't have been very neighborly so we made plans for later that week. Visiting again would also give me a chance to check on Sam. I secretly hoped she'd want another massage or treatment so I could touch her once more.
That night I lay in my bed imagining Sam naked next to me purring and cooing as I made love to her. I pictured her firm body under me as I licked and kissed her taut muscles. I traced her well-defined abs with my tongue as she squirmed, her hands gripping the pillow beneath her head. I'd tease her, licking up to her small firm breasts coating them with my tongue then sucking on one nipple letting it pop as I released it from my lips. I continued doing that until she begged me to finish her off, gently nudging my head lower with her hands. When she'd cum, we switched positions, her face buried between my legs. My fingers became her tongue teasing my pussy as I brought myself to an intense climax in the dark.
Yes, I was infatuated, and I was also confused. Marion seemed to be flirting with me; she'd noticed my lustful gazes at Sam yet said nothing to discourage me. I didn't know if I should flirt back with Marion who was sexy in her own right or ignore her and see which way Sam leaned. She was confident in her skin and what yummy skin it was.
I figured I'd play it by ear and see what happened. With my luck, I'd get caught in a compromising position with Marion by Sam and lose out on everything. I contemplated returning to school and not thinking about the temptations living next door to my parents.
I woke around eight after a restless night. I could hear mom doing what moms do early in the morning, cleaning or laundry. I got up, showered then dressed. I headed downstairs to help mom or get in the way. My mind slipped back into my little drama playing out with Marion and Sam. The questions kept bouncing around never settling on an answer.
Why hadn't they affected me before? What changed in my mind about them that had them both regularly in my thoughts and fantasies? Maybe I should ignore them both to hang out with my mother. These and other questions continued racing through my mind only to be put on hold by my cell phone notifying me about a new text message.
It was Marion, telling me she was free if I wanted to come over to do her massage. I sighed before answering it, debating whether to make up some excuse to avoid her.
I relented, texting her I was free and would be right over. She replied with a happy face emoji which made me laugh despite my uncertainty.
I grabbed my cups in addition to my yoga mat along with a variety of oils. I told my mom I was going next door to give Marion her massage. I was in my shorts, a tee, and flip flops since the weather was in the sixties. I rang the doorbell not expecting Marion to whip the front door open so quickly. I jumped back startled by the vacuum it created.
Much to my surprise and I hate to say it, but my delight there stood Marion in a tiny string bikini. I don't know if my being startled or my wide eyes at her state of undress caused her to laugh at my confused reaction. Ushering me in while apologizing for scaring me, we headed to the living room where she had a mat ready. I set my things down as she asked if I wanted something to drink. I declined, slipping off my flip-flops. I knelt down to organize my oils to begin our session placing them within easy reach.
She closed the curtains to the sliding glass door which led to the backyard. I asked her why and she replied that even though it backed up to the nature area, she didn't want anyone looking in. I shrugged my shoulders thinking 'whatever' as she flittered about the room lighting scented candles. She passed by a CD player pushing the play button. I heard waves crashing on a beach through the speakers and grinned to myself.
"You've set this up nicely. I normally don't have such things as candles and music when I massage."
