It was a warm Saturday night, and as usual I had a house full of teenagers. I didn't mind, I loved their company, I don't think I ever grew up as most of the time I felt more relaxed hanging with them than I did my "grown up" friends. My teenage son was there, and his older sister, and her fiancé John, and a couple of their mates.
We had all been for a drink, then come back to my house, where we smoked a bit grass, and everyone lay about on sofas or carpet chatting and putting the world to rights.
As was usual on these occasions, I seemed to end up having most of my conversations with one of John's friends, a boy of 20 called Iain. Not only was he smarter than most of the other kids and could keep up with me mentally, but we had a similar sense of humor, and he always made me laugh with his wry quips. Often everyone else would end up crashing on the carpet or disappear to bed and he and I would sit talking until the sun came up. We usually flirted a little too, lighthearted stuff, but enough to make our conversations interesting with a slight sexual edge. I love flirting; I happen to think it's one of many dying arts; I look at my daughter sometimes and think how all the subtlety seems to have disappeared from relationships. Her idea of flirting seemed to consist of saying to her fiancé, "I'm horny, shag me now."
Now don't get me wrong, I'm anything but a prude, but I do believe that there's a sensuality that they are missing out on. The art of seduction is so much more subtle than they appreciate, or maybe I'm just older fashioned than I thought!
Anyway, this particular night was at the end of a stressful week for me, I was glad to have gotten to the weekend, and hoped a few drinks and a joint would relax some of the tension from my neck and shoulders, which had been getting more painful day by day as the week progressed. As the night wore on though, and kids fell asleep and went to bed, I realized it wasn't working as well as I had hoped. I rubbed at my neck in a vain attempt to ease some of the muscles, and Iain saw me doing it and asked what was wrong.
"My back is killing me," I explained to him.
"Sit on the floor and I'll give you a massage." He offered.
Now I knew he gave wonderful back rubs because I had seen him give them to other people. He was a black belt in Ju-jitsu and I'm not sure if his understanding of the muscle groups came from there, but he certainly seemed to know what he was doing and I had heard others praise how wonderful they were, so I eagerly agreed and slipped off the couch and sidled over a seats width so I was in front of him, facing forward, between his splayed legs.
He started kneading the muscles at the top of my shoulders, and I could immediately tell why he received so many requests, it was wonderful. His thumbs pushed deep into the painful knots in my neck and shoulders, working the tension out, immediately easing the pain.
"Oh, that's lovely" I exclaimed as his thumbs worked their way down the vertebrae in my neck.
"It would be better if you lie on the floor," he said, "that way I can do your whole back."
Keen to have the pain between my shoulder blades eased the way he was my neck, I immediately found a large cushion to lie on the carpet, and went to lie on top of it.
"You'll have to take your top off." He told me in a matter of fact voice.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was a good idea, but he hadn't sounded at all suggestive when he said it, so, thinking that if I'd paid £50 for a professional massage I would expect to undress for it, I did as he suggested, laid my top to one side, and made myself comfortable on the floor. I caught him looking at my breasts in my sheer black bra as I undressed, but he looked away quickly, and I put it down to being a typical guy. When he asked if I had any massage oil I directed him to a massage bar I had in a drawer, and he collected it and warmed the perfumed bar between his hands.
The sweet smell of vanilla and spices came to me as his hands began to work on my back, I loved the smell of the massage bar, and regularly used it as a body oil after my bath because the perfume was so sensual without being too heavy of overpowering.
I hadn't realized just how sore and tense my muscles were until he began massaging them, it actually hurt as he pressed into the muscles on either side of my spine, especially just at the bottom of my rib cage, and I couldn't help a small groan of pain as he pressed heavily on them with the palms of his hands.
"Just relax," he said as he continued unabated "they'll loosen off." And true to his word, as he slowly worked on each muscle over and over, the tension and pain drained away. In fact I became so relaxed I actually thought I may sleep for the first time in a week, the slow languorous hands working their way up and down my spine, and the lovely warm scent of the massage oil, were beginning to make me feel slightly drugged in a very pleasant way. I dimly heard a soft moan come from somewhere before realizing it was me, as the hands worked at the small of my back. The base of my spine has always been an erogenous zone for me, and I suddenly caught myself wishing he would gently nibble there. The realization that I was turned on was something of a shock, but I reassured myself that only I knew the effect this young boys hands were having.
His voice when he spoke to me seemed to come from far away, so engrossed was I enjoying the sensation of warm skilled hands rubbing down my spine.
