The Adventures of Angelique: Chapter 2
Sometimes I have to admit, even to myself that I can act like a bitch, although it isn't an act. I am a bitch. I believe I should be pampered, spoiled or whatever, it's just what I deserve. I know I put a lot of demands on my hubby, Kyle, in which he just works longer hours to provide me with what I need, but what can I say, I'm a creature of comfort.
So ….. with all this free time on my hands, after all my life is at times so hectic, with shopping and everything, with Kyle always working, I decided that I needed to be pampered. I spotted some ads in our paper for a massage. Oh the possibilities. To be pampered till my hearts content.
The next night while we were in bed, with my exhausted husband ready to fall asleep at any minute, I suggested my new idea, even offering to let him go along with me. Let's just say a wet tongue will get you anything you want if you know what I mean. It didn't take long for him to give me his blessing.
After scanning all the available ads, I finally settled on one I thought I would like. A few looked tempting… I must admit, I have a certain weakness for men with huge muscles, strong hands and so on.
I called and the arrangements were made for tomorrow. Tonight I would shave my legs and trim my pussy.
The address I was given was really not that far, just across our small little town. I pulled my white firebird up outside the small well-maintained rancher, then reached into my leather handbag to find my Valium bottle. I took two, maybe I was a little nervous, I don't know why.
A few seconds after knocking he answered. The first thing I noticed about him were his hands. Large and strong. I've always liked hands for some reason, images of being manhandled maybe. Attached to those hands, I noticed, were thick muscled arms, not to mention his intense dark blue eyes, which seemed to undress me in an instant. The perfect male specimen.
Then he spoke with his velvety voice.
"Angelique, come on in." It just seemed to slide off his tongue. I seemed to be in a daze, but then recovered and entered.
I sat on the couch crossing my shapely legs, the faint whisper of my stockings barely heard above the soft music coming from within the room, which contrasted the sunlight outside. At least a dozen candles glowed in the dark room , the temperature seemed perfect.
Troy offered me a glass of wine and sat across from me in a matching chair. His eyes again undressed me, making me slightly uncomfortable. I fumbled in my purse for my cigarettes.
"Do you mind?"
He smiled, "Not at all."
I began to relax. Here was this perfect stud, dark hair, white perfect teeth and a strong muscular body. I was in paradise.
Troy refilled my glass again then told me I could undress in the bedroom, where only a towel awaited me.
At first I was laying on my stomach, my long black hair pulled up to expose my shoulders. Next I felt the warm oil applied onto my back and with those strong hands he began to weave his magic. I moaned and closed my eyes.
I can't describe exactly what I felt, but those fingers pressed and kneaded my oil-covered body draining all the tension from me. This powerful man had me under his spell and he knew it. Troy continued to work his way down until soon his hands massaged my ass cheeks. I groaned in disappointment as his fingers moved down my legs, bypassing my pussy.
I must have passed out because the next thing I knew I was on my back; suddenly aware of my breast covered with oil, my hard nipples being teased by those hands.
"Oh no, please." Was all I could manage.
