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It started off innocently enough; I simply offered to give him a back rub. He was, after all, complaining of a back ache. He seemed to ignore my offer so the conversation turned back to the book we were reviewing for our presentation.
It was 10 at night and I was just getting out of the bath. I was spreading lotion over my shaved pussy when I was roused out of the fantasy evolving in my head by a loud knock. I quickly grabbed my robe and answered the door. There he was, standing there, a puppy dog look in his eye and that rat's grin on his lips.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I'm here for that back massage you offered earlier," he stated.
Before I could protest he had maneuvered his way into my room and was sitting on the bed. With that same grin on his face he asked if I dressed up just for him. The blush on my face made it obvious that he had embarrassed me. He stood up and came close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my neck. He whispered and told me that he had dressed up just for me.
"L--l--let me go change," I stuttered as I turned for the bathroom.
He grabbed the back of the tie on my robe and pulled me close up to him.
"Don't change on my account, I like you just like this. Well almost," he said with what I could only imagine was a wink and that same rats grin that made me wet every time.
He offered to turn the lights off so I would feel more comfortable and reminded me that this was, after all, my offer to him. I was glad he turned the lights off; it made it easier to hide my excitement. I wanted him. I had since the moment we met. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.
I offered to work on his shoulders first. We sat in the middle of the bed, me behind him with my legs spread around him. He sat down and slid back toward me. My soft pussy brushed up against his rough jeans. I uncontrollably let out a soft moan.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
I didn't answer him.
I applied soft pressure to his neck and shoulder and began to work on his tense muscles. He let out a deep moan that made me smile knowing that my gift of a massage was proving itself once again. I started to apply more pressure pushing his muscles, stretching them, relaxing them. He moved his hands and positioned them on my calves to support himself against the pressure. I winced at his touch; it felt like fire, and caught my breath. It felt like a fuse was lit and was on a direct trail into my pussy. I caught my breath.
He laughed.
As I worked his shoulder muscles more I began trailing my hands down lower and lower on his back, between his shoulder blades, below his ribs and back up again. His shirt started to bunch up at his neck causing his lower back to be exposed to me. I reached up under his shirt and slid my hands across his warm skin. This time it was him that caught his breath and me that laughed.
"Are YOU okay?" I joked.
"Fine," he stammered.
"Do you want me to take my shirt off?" he asked.
"It would make this easier," I instructed as I took a bold move and pulled his shirt up over his head.
