Practice had been exhausting. Lana came home, limping in the house on sore legs. Her husband, Gabe, was out of town. Too bad, she would have enjoyed a massage from him after such a tough night! She texted him that she was beat and was just going to hunker down at home.
In the living room, their roommate Ron was watching some horror show. She grabbed a glass of water, and collapsed on the couch, too tuckered to shower and change out of her short tight gym shorts and loose tank. The couch was full sized and Ron was seated on one end so she curled up on the other half of it, made a little small talk, then alternated watching the show and flipping through her phone. It didn't take long for her to ease into a light sleep.
She woke a few minutes later, having shifted down in her restlessness and realized her toes were resting against Ron's thigh. He hadn't reacted and still seemed engaged in the show so she didn't pull them away as that would likely just attract attention to their presence against him anyway. She continued idly catching up with him, and exchanging comments about the show. Occasionally she would catch his eye sliding along her body when he thought she wasn't looking.
Having lived with him for several months now this was nothing new. She was an attractive woman, and in her current state of barely dressed it certainly wasn't surprising. He got up to grab another beer and offered her one, which she gladly accepted. When he sat back down he seemed to settle in slightly closer. She once again chose not to react.
As she once again commented on how sore she was from practice, he offered "Would it help to stretch out a bit?" He put a pillow on his lap and patted it. "Sorry there isn't more room," he said.
"Actually, if you don't mind? That would be amazing. Coach really ran us through the ringer tonight," she responded.
She stretched out lithely, arms raised above her head, pointing and flexing her toes as she straightened her legs and rested them on the pillow. His hands naturally settled on top of them, and he casually began rubbing her feet. She closed her eyes and almost purred, it felt so good. Knowing Gabe would be turned on if he knew Ron was rubbing her down, she decided to enjoy it. After her day she deserved it!
Ron was thorough. As he realized she was fully accepting of his ministrations, he went at her body with a relish of a man who had been harboring an attraction for some time. She was not a quiet lover when Gabe was over, and he had masturbated relentlessly to the sounds of her cumming in the room next to his. Now he finally got some intimacy with her sexy body and took advantage.
Beginning at the feet he worked them deeply, gradually introducing an occasional calf rub before moving his hands further down. She spread her legs slightly, and turned her head away from the TV to more fully focus on the pleasant feelings his hands were eliciting. He turned slightly toward her worked further up her legs, beginning to caress her thighs and knead her weary muscles. She did nothing to stop him, even when his hands were sliding fully up and down her legs, finger tips slipping beneath her tiny shorts - not too much, but just enough to realize she was putty in his hands.
At her first light moan he caught his breath. He might have her now. He continued his cautious caresses, ever more bold. He scooted up closer to her so that her thighs were right up on his and he could focus more fully on them. Taking one thigh between his hands he pressed into the muscle, rubbing it relentlessly. Her legs spread even further apart, and her moans were steady. He finally took a deep breath and made his final play, allowing his hand to press fully into her exposed crotch, clearly brushing her pussy beneath the spandex. This brought forth a gasp, and a small quick back arch. And absolutely no sign of reluctance.
A few more of those, and then he slid his fingers beneath her shorts to touch the real thing. Her velvety pussy lips were fully shaved. He could feel the heat seeping out of her, and felt her body slowly gyrating with his movements. He pressed a finger into her and it slid in without any difficulty. She was SOAKING wet. Perhaps some of that was sweat from the work out, but so much more of it was her juices that he had worked up with his touch. He went to work on her vagina with a relish.