Chapter Three
The next morning, after breakfast at the hotel, we were all in the car headed back to Sara and Kyle's house. It was only a 5-minute drive from the hotel we found. I found myself feeling a little nervous. I didn't know what to expect, but I had a general plan in mind, at least for today. After that, I hoped we wouldn't need one.
Lucy parked our car on the street in front of their house. As I stepped out, I saw Kyle backing his truck out of the driveway, just heading out to work for the day. I closed the passenger side door, then went around the front of the car and opened Lucy's driver side door. I leaned over and gave her a big kiss, whispering, "I love you, Honey."
I stood up and said, "Bye kids, see you at dinner," before closing the door, walking up the driveway and heading to the front door of their house. When I reached it, I hesitated. Should I knock, or just let myself in? I wondered. I compromised and decided to knock three times before opening the door, crossing the threshold and closing it behind me. Sarah was there in the living room, sitting on the couch, looking as nervous as a chihuahua watching the snow fall outside. She was wearing a light blue sundress with horizontal wavy lines with a high neckline--it was July in Oklahoma after all.
"Are you nervous? I asked, deciding not to beat around the bush.
"Yes," she said, just above a whisper.
"Are you having second thoughts? Because if you are, it's not too late to change your mind..."
She cut me off, "No!" She all but yelled, then lowered her voice. "I mean, no, I'm not having second thoughts. We're doing this," she stated confidently. She rose from the couch, walked over and gave me a big hug. "Thank you, again. I know I'll probably say this more, but this really means a lot to me, to us." She ended in a husky voice, before standing on her tiptoes to brush my lips with hers. I held her face with my hands and returned the kiss with more than a little enthusiasm.
She pulled back, looked into my eyes, and asked, "You want this too, don't you?"
"I'm excited by this opportunity," I said, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic, before I took her hand and led her upstairs.
"The guest room is on the left," she said when we got to the top. I walked her down the hall, turning into the room on the left. I turned the light on and surveyed the room. It was small, but not too small for a dresser, a full-size bed, and a small night table between the bed and the far window. The bed was covered by a decorative blanket, which I immediately pulled back and folded before setting in the corner.
"Here's what we'll do first," I began confidently. "I'm going to step out so you can undress down to your panties. You'll lay down on your front and I'll return, in my briefs, to give you a full body massage." I felt like I was missing something, then remembered. "Oh, do you have massage oil?"
"Yes," she replied. "It's in the closet outside the bathroom down the hall." She made to leave and get it.
"No, no," I stopped her with a gesture of my hand. "I'll get it while you're undressing and laying down. I'll be back in two minutes." Plenty of time for her to get ready. I left and walked back down the hall to the bathroom. I looked inside quickly, surveying the bathtub and shower, easily big enough for two adults.
I turned to the closet and opened it, scanning for a bottle of massage oil. I found three different ones: lavender, orange blossom, and vanilla. I picked up the vanilla, took a whiff, and flinched at the overpowering odor of vanilla. Then I picked up the orange blossom, smelled the nozzle and decided it wasn't too strong; more like something else with a hint of orange. I closed the door and returned to stand outside the guest room. "Are you ready in there, Sarah," I called, announcing my presence.
"Yes, Steven, I'm ready," she answered calmly.
I turned the corner and entered the room, prepared to take in the sight of her. She had pulled up an off-white sheet to almost covering her shoulders, but the pile of shucked clothing in the corner reassured me she was mostly naked underneath. As I started undressing, I reminded her, "Remember, you're to let me know if there's anything making you uncomfortable, ok Sarah?"
"I understand, but I don't think I have anything to worry about. Lucy texted me this morning, assuring me you wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me," she replied, completely confident in her safety.
I continued undressing until I was left in my tight-fitting briefs, blue today, my favorite pair. I walked over and lightly touched the top of the sheet on her shoulder. "Are you cold?" I asked, indicating the presence of the sheet.
"No, it just makes me feel comfortable. You can pull it down when you're ready," she said, almost shaking in anticipation.
"Ok. I got the orange blossom scented oil. Is that ok?" I asked, picking it up from the bedside table.
"Yes...that sounds great," she replied as I slowly pulled the sheet down, stopping at the top of her panties to leave her lower body covered. Now that her whole back was uncovered, I noticed her skin tone was similar to my wife's, if slightly paler than Lucy's tan/yellowish skin. I pumped two squirts of oil on her upper back, quickly spreading it to cover most of her shoulders as well. The scent of oranges quickly permeated the room. I began rubbing more firmly. Lucy liked it on the firm end, but I asked, "Let me know if my touch is too firm, ok, Sarah?"
"I will. It feels amazing so far, Steven," she said, almost dreamily.
"You're not gonna fall asleep on me, are you?" I said, half-jokingly.
"No. I'll let you know if it starts to look that way." With that, she gave a big sigh.
I continued to rub her shoulders, upper arms and upper back until the oil had spread evenly all over, as far as to her sides where I couldn't help but notice the swelling of her breasts. I took the bottle and applied two more squirts to her lower back, spreading it all over, to the beginning of her hips and the top of her ass that could have been Lucy's if I hadn't known better. When those areas were coated, I started rubbing her whole back. I started at the top, firmly tracing my way down her spine, then went to the sides to trace circles up the sides, making sure to cover every inch of her back. Then I would alternate, starting from the bottom, tracing up, and then circling back down. I made sure to spend a little time on the sides too, rubbing the sides of her breasts, to which she responded with an appreciate sigh. I pushed down her panties slightly to kneed her lower back, as I knew sometimes that was a point where stress could build up.
After that, I removed the sheet from her legs and covered her back. I applied the oil to her left leg, upper and lower, massaged, then repeated the process with her right leg. I didn't apply oil to her feet, but I did lightly massage them, paying attention to the backs of her ankles and the inside of the soles. When most of the extra oil had been absorbed into my hands, I covered her legs and began to massage her ass, still through her panties. I made sure to keep away from her vaginal area for now, but I couldn't help but notice the squirming I caused when I got close.
I was done with the back side of her body, but I still wanted her to feel some control over the situation. "Sarah, would it be ok if we turned you over to massage the front side?" I asked.
At first, I thought she had dozed off, because it took a few moments for her to reply, "Yes, please." I removed the sheet and lightly pushed her near hip area to help roll her to her front. As she rolled, I couldn't help but watch her upper body as her breasts first came into view. As I had predicted, they were most likely a size D-cup. It was hard to tell from her position lying down, but it seemed that they didn't droop to the sides much, if any; they stayed shapely where they were. The areolae were a lighter rosy pink than were Lucy's peachy pink, as well as a little larger in diameter. They were topped with erect nipples, pointing straight up in the air at least an inch.
Finally I looked to her face and realized she was watching me. I scanned the rest of her front but returned my attention to her gaze. As she typically had a nervous or worried expression, her calm, satisfied expression now made her much more attractive. I watched her luscious, unpainted lips as she spoke, "That look you've just given me, I can't tell you how much it means to me. I'd hoped you would care for me, that this wouldn't just be a task or a favor. I know now, you love me too, Steven. And I love you."
"But..." I began to argue.