"Thanks for dinner, Gemma, it was excellent!" Robert Gilbride was sitting on the couch in Gemma McCandless's apartment, enjoying a cup of coffee. While his host wasn't kind of woman he normally gravitated to, he was silently pleased by her attention to him since moving into the apartment complex two months before. He was especially grateful that she hadn't "come on" to him full force, but had taken time to get to know him a little before inviting him over.
For her part, Gemma had noticed a reticence in the man and decided to proceed slowly. She was glad she did for he had learned much more about him than if she had brazenly pursued him. That knowledge had helped make her future plans easier to plan -- if not harder to rush.
"You're kind," she replied as she sat on the opposite end of the couch. "I'm not that great of a cook, so I'll take all the compliments I can get!" Looking over the edge of her coffee cup while taking a sip, she again took in her guest: A little shorter than her, maybe 5' 6", possibly about 170 pounds, not much flab on his body. The freckles that stereotypically came with his red hair gave his face a boyish charm that was offset by his green eyes.
This was the third time in two weeks she'd had him over for dinner. The first visit, he'd been so timid as to hardly speak. That was when Gemma coaxed out the truth of his divorce less than six months before and his resulting gun-shyness at meeting a new lady. Knowing that building trust was key to her future plans, she had decided to proceed even more slowly than before. The payoff was now, as Robert sat back on the couch, almost totally relaxed in her company. There was still a little tension in him -- which she planned to use to her benefit tonight.
"Well, this isn't saying much," Robert replied, "but your cooking is a lot better than mine! I've done so much take-out in the last few months, it's disgusting. Thank goodness for the gym downstairs, or I'd be a complete and total moon pie!"
"Well, I'll still take the compliment. Now, there's one thing I have to say." Putting her coffee cup down, she added, "You're not near as nervous as you were when we first met. But you still seem a little tense. Would you like a little massage to help you calm down?"
"Sure." That had actually been one of the icebreakers between them, when Gemma revealed over laundry that she worked as a massage therapist. When she'd done a little shoulder while talking work that afternoon, Robert realized she had talent, and might be someone to get to know over time. He was also grateful for the slow pace that Gemma had set, for he was in no hurry to get involved with a woman again.
"Okay, let me see your hands." Turning to face his host, Robert held out his hands to her as she scooted closer. Only recently had he started to open his eyes to her and saw that, while a somewhat larger woman than he normally liked, wasn't unattractive by any means. As the mutual trust had built, so had his appreciation of Gemma. And between his job as a financial analyst and his lingering divorce memories, he was grateful for almost anything that could help him relieve his tensions.
Taking his left hand in both of hers, Gemma gently began rubbing her thumbs along Robert's palm. "That's it, Robert... just let my fingers do the work... you just let your muscles relax. Let the feeling grow up your arm... let it flow slowly." Then she leaned over as if to look at his hand closely. "Ooh, Robert... I see many things... I see a woman in your future... a woman who will mesmerize you... who will take you on a great adventure... a full-figured woman... with a seductive voice... grey eyes... dishwater-blonde hair..."
Robert couldn't help but chuckle as he saw his host's blonde tresses trail over his left arm.
This is good,
he thought to himself.
I need some time like this... need to know there are decent women out there... women I can potentially trust...
Robert's smile grew as the thought of being with a friendly female helped him relax.
"Thanks for picking up on that," Gemma chuckled as she sat back up. "Now, let's see your other hand." Switching to his right hand, she again used both thumbs to massage his palm, but this time without the mystic fortune telling. After a few minutes of this, she moved her right hand back to his left, massaging both his palms at the same time before starting to knead and glide her way up his forearms. You're already feeling better aren't you Robert? Don't lie to me, I can tell!"
"Yes I am," he replied with a wispy smile. "And it's not just the massage. It's also knowing I can spend sometime with a lady and simply relax, instead of constantly waiting for a shoe to drop -- or an anvil to land on my foot! But I've already told you some of the 'horror stories' about my divorce, so I won't rehash that garbage."
"Good thinking, Robert. Why bring up a bunch of negatives when we're trying to generate a positive atmosphere? So just relax, and let my hands do the work." As she kept going up his arms, Robert leaned back into his end of the couch, forcing Gemma to kneel up so she could keep contact. While a little uncomfortable for her, it also put her in a position she wanted to be in with respect to her guest.
A few minutes later, as Gemma's hands started kneading his shoulders, Robert opened his eyes to find a surprising view -- Gemma's breasts filling his gaze.
Did I tell her I'm a breast man? Oh well, even if I didn't... I'm
REALLY
enjoying this! But you better be a gentleman about it!
He maintained his composure for several minutes, until Gemma said in a sultry voice, "Like what you see, Robert?"
"What? Oh... uh... uhm..."
"Relax, silly," she said, her voice turning more playful. "It's okay -- perfectly fine, in fact. After all, you're male... I'm overbuilt... and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like a man's eyes locking on my breasts every now and then. So stop worrying... and just relax."
"I... I'll try..."
"You know, Robert," she said a few minutes later, "it's amazing how much we've opened up to each other since you first moved into the complex. At first I wondered if you were standoffish, or even a bit of a body snob. But for some reason, I decided to break through your shell anyway -- and I'm glad I did. I've learned that you were simply a little afraid of new women in your life, which is understandable after what you told me about your ex-wife. I've also discovered, a kind, gentle man -- as well as a gentleman -- inside that shell of yours. And you tell me -- have you ventured out of that shell a little bit?"
"Yes," the man on the couch half-spoke, half-sighed. "You gave me a calm, gentle place that I could relax in, just like tonight. You helped me realize that most women weren't like Daphne, that she was her own one-of-a-kind selfish money whore."
"Which part of you already knew," Gemma replied while gently massaging his forehead. "You just needed to give the rest of yourself the chance to stop the self-blame game. Once you did that, I bet you found it easier to open up to people."
"Oh, yes... both personally and professionally. Things are going
much
better at work now. I may even be up for a promotion!"
"That's great, Robert!"
"As for the personal side... well, I've been able to open up to you and to several other ladies I've met socially." Gemma made sure Robert's eyes were closed before frowning at that news. She wanted the younger man all to herself. "It really feels good to be able to talk with a lady and know that a shoe isn't going to drop -- or an anvil won't land on my toes!"
"I'm glad to hear that, Robert. That tells me that you trust me." Waiting for a moment, she asks, "Robert, would you like to relax even more?"
"Yes."
"Do you trust me enough to try something new that might help you relax?"
"Yes, Gemma... I trust you..."
"Good...
very
good, Robert..." After slowly gliding her hand back to his Gemma said, "Now, Robert... open your eyes." This time, Robert was relaxed enough that he couldn't hide his appreciation for the large breasts staring back at him. "You like my breasts, I see. Good, because that's a key part of how I'm going to help you relax. So just look at my breasts, Robert... simply sit back on the couch... and look at my breasts... look only at my breasts... focus on them... focus your mind on my breasts... let your body relax... as you focus on my lovely breasts..."
"Focus on... your lovely breasts..."
"That's it, Robert... keep your eyes on my breasts. Don't let them stray. Lock your eyes on my breasts. Imagine what they might feel like... how soft they can feel... how firm they can feel... what they might look like... and you're liking what you're seeing, aren't you, Robert?"
"Yes... I shouldn't... it's impolite..."
"It's not impolite if I invite you look at my breasts, Robert. And I
am
inviting you... I'm inviting you to look at my breasts... to think about them... to image what they might look like...what they might
feel
like... what they might
