Delightful Del: Part 5, The Massage
Excruciating as it was, the week finally ended and Friday afternoon had arrived, but not before a major fuck up at work had me punch-out shortly after 6pm. A thirteen hour day on a Friday is not what I had planned. I was tired and pissed off at the incompetence of yet another sub-contractor, which had resulted in a 3 hour clean up exercise that I had to supervise and coordinate.
As I jumped in my ute to head home I was at least consoled by the fact that I would soon have my hands running over Del's magnificent and possibly naked body.
I was excited and nervous at the same time. All the massages I had ever given had one nefarious intent. Now I was faced with the prospect of giving a massage to the wife of my best mate, which was most certainly not supposed to be one with such intimate objective.
As I stood in my shower washing away the grit and grime from the day, I played over the endless possibilities that this evening presented. My cock twitched at the thought of Del naked under my hands. I imagined what it might be like to run my hands down her bare sides, brushing up against the side of her breasts. I was briefly tempted to have a quick wank there and then just to calm myself a bit, but I decided against it. In the distant recesses of my brain, I somehow thought that I may have a shot at her tonight and I didn't want to underperform if the occasion arose. It was silly, after all she was my best mate's wife. The reality was that nothing was going to happen.
I got changed into an old pair of jeans and t-shirt. It was too hot for underwear so I decided to go commando. I figured that nothing was going to happen anyway and I'd be able to control myself. I grabbed my bottle of massage oil from the bathroom cabinet and headed out the door.
A couple of years before when I was dating the yoga teacher, I had found this very sensuous and exotic massage oil that was infused with coconut oil. It was very subtle and alluring without being too overpowering. All the women I had massaged had commented on how much they'd liked it.
I arrived at Dell's place and she greeted me with a smile as she opened the door for me. She was wearing a very simple, very elegant, and very short red silk robe with delicate Chinese floral patterns embroidered into it. Although it was tied simply and loosely in the middle, the front overlap was still just enough to cover her breasts modestly.
"Thank god you're here," she said. "Come on in." She turned on her heel and headed back towards the kitchen. A very slight overbalance on her turn indicated that the small glass of wine in her hand was perhaps not her first for the evening. I knew from past experience that her petite frame couldn't handle much alcohol.
I followed her into the house.
Her robe seemed even shorter from behind. Although I was too tall to catch a glimpse under the hemline, I'm sure that I'd get a decent view of her amazing ass if she bent over even just a bit.
A slight twitch of my cock reminded me that I needed to keep this all above board.
"Rough day, huh?" I asked.
"To put it mildly," she replied. "The kids have been acting up all afternoon but they both crashed about half an hour ago. They must've just been really tired. On the plus side," she continued, raising her glass of wine, "we won't be disturbed."
"Can I get you one?" asked Del, pointing at the open bottle of wine on the kitchen bench.
"Please," I replied.
I was a bit slow on the uptake and wasn't in a position to get the best view as she reached up to grab a wineglass from the top shelf. I nearly kicked myself. Of all the short skirts and dresses she'd ever worn performing this very same task, this was by far the shortest. Regardless, it was still enough of a view as I moved into the kitchen are to see the very top of her legs as the hemline rode up as far as it could. Her ass cheeks were barely visible from where I stood. All in good time, I reassured myself. Not long now before I got up close and personal with this amazingly sexy creature.
She poured me a glass and handed it to me before dropping herself into the nearby couch. She propped herself up on one of the many pillows surrounding her, her slender legs spread out along the length of the couch. The hem of the robe crept up her ass even higher. I couldn't see from where I was sitting but I'm sure the view from behind would be quite spectacular. She absentmindedly tugged at the hem but it simply wasn't going to move any lower.
"Have you spoken to Ding recently?" I asked, trying to maintain our usual type of casual banter.
"Not in a couple of weeks, unfortunately," she replied. "He's somewhere in the middle of Irian Jaya at some gold mine. Apparently they've had a lot of problems with some of the locals, but I've been told not to worry about it." She smiled, but I wasn't convinced that she wasn't worried.
"I know the money is good, but sometimes I really hate him being so far away." She curled her feet up under herself and took a long sip from her glass. "I mean, I've probably had more time together with you in the last six months than I have with Ding," she continued.
"You're like my surrogate husband but without the sex." She paused. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond. Fortunately she continued her train of thought.
"Well, not that I've been getting any from him when he's here anyway. If you're not careful,
you
may have to step to perform those duties as well." She giggled a little at this last comment and I laughed nervously. I had seen her drunk on many occasions and could tell that she was only a few glasses from table-top dancing. It was usually about this point that we had some of our more interesting and liberal conversations. It looked like tonight was heading down the same path. She tipped her head back to drain the remnants of wine from her glass. As she did, the robe opened slightly but enough to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. I was going to need more wine.
