My friends would describe me as outward going and sociable, but a little old-fashioned. However, underneath my confident veneer, I've never really felt comfortable in the presence of unmarried women. I guess this is because I was an only child and went to a single sex boys' school.
Despite being 28 years old, I've never had a girl friend nor for that matter seen a woman naked. I tell my friends I'm saving myself for the right woman and don't believe in sex before marriage, but really given the right opportunity, I don't know what I'd do.
One of the women I really like and can talk to is Thelma. She's the wife of my good friend Richard. Thelma is 30 years old and has a lovely figure. She is about 5 feet 6 inches tall, blond, with a kind, gentle face.
I'd never really spent any time alone with Thelma, but a most extraordinary event happened recently that I think may change my life.
I work for a big multinational company, and had been given two hospitality tickets to the rugby world cup semi final in Paris between England and France. (Rugby is a game akin to American football played in many countries throughout the world).
I'd asked Richard to go with me, but at the last minute he phoned me and said he had to cancel due to his work. Richard told me he felt very bad about this and suggested that perhaps I took his wife Thelma to the match instead. I felt a bit awkward about this as I knew Richard was being kind: I didn't want him to take offence or to think that I didn't like his wife, so reluctantly I agreed.
It was only after the phone call that it occurred to me that I'd booked only one large room at the hotel for Richard and me; and now it was Thelma and me instead. I phoned the hotel and they said it was too late to cancel and that they had no additional rooms. I convinced myself that this was no big deal, as Thelma and I knew each other and there were 2 large beds in the room.
Thelma and I left together for Paris, checked into the hotel and then went straight to the match. It was great; England won against the odds and Thelma and I we were both elated. There was a real party mood among the England fans. Thelma and I went to a lovely French restaurant afterwards to celebrate the win, where we drunk a few too many glasses of wine.
We returned to the hotel and went up to our room. I asked Thelma if she wanted to use the bathroom first, but she told me to go ahead. To save any embarrassment, I took my night clothes into the bathroom, had a shower, changed into my pyjamas and went straight into bed. To be on the safe side, I put a pair of tight fitting jockey shorts underneath my pyjama bottoms, just in case my penis accidentally popped through the open fly of my pyjamas.
Thelma went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. After a few minutes, she shouted that she had forgotten her nightie and asked me to look away as she left the bathroom and got into her bed. I did as she requested, but saw her reflection in the mirror as she moved across the room. I was really turned on, and she looked stunning. However, I knew she was happily married to a good friend and felt guilty that I'd derived pleasure from seeing her like this.
Thelma said that her neck and shoulders were stiff and sore from turning her head to watch the action at the rugby match. She asked me if I would mind massaging them to help her out. I did mind as I felt embarrassed, but I went over to her bed. I leaned over and gently rubbed her bare shoulders and neck. I could feel my cock starting to strain against my pants.
Thelma told me "I'm starting to feel better. Have you done this before? Your hands feel fantastic. Could you work lower please as my back is still a little sore"
Thelma, who was lying on her front, pulled down the sheet further, exposing herself to the waist. I'm pretty sure I gasped. "Don't worry, John. I'm not trying to seduce you", Thelma joked.
I gently massaged her down to the middle of her back, but I didn't want to go any further.
"Could you go lower please, John?" she asked. "You're really helping ease out my back"
I moved my hands lower and they seemed to acquire a rhythm of their own. I moved them in circles, in alternate hard and smooth actions, and then pressed my palms along the length of her back starting at her neck, working downwards. I could not help myself and put my hands slightly under the covers and brushed the top of her buttocks. I repeated the motion and then left my hands on her arse cheeks and started caressing and pinching them gently. Thelma let out a moan and I quickly moved my hands away and apologised.
"I'm really sorry, Thelma. I don't know what came over me. You're married and I respect that. You're so trusting of me. I so nearly took advantage. I'm ashamed of myself"
"Don't worry, John. I do trust you. I know that you didn't mean anything by it. Look, my back is feeling much better. Perhaps if I could just turn over and you could massage my shoulders from the front, then I'd feel completely relaxed. I want you to know that I trust you, so I'd be offended if you refused me this extra massage."
She pulled the sheet half way up her back & lifted herself so that she could turn over. I wanted to look away, but couldn't. I saw the mounds of her breasts as she turned before she quickly covered them with her bed sheets.
I leaned over and placed my hands on her shoulders and massaged them gently. I moved my hands behind her neck to massage there and she let out a screech.
"Sorry, John. I think it's your position that's causing you to accidentally pinch me. Just get up on the bed and put one leg either side of me, and then you'll be able to relax yourself and do it gently."
