Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“You had a very long day sweetheart, are you tired?”
“No, not really. I was a little this afternoon but it soon passed, but my back and shoulders pull a little.”
“Hmm, maybe I should give you a massage to help relax you. It can’t be easy going nonstop all day like that.”
“I’ve never had one of those.”
“You’ll love it I promise.” And so will I.
“Why don’t you go get ready for your massage and meet me in the exercise room Kitten.” I watched her walk to her room before dropping my briefcase on the hall table and heading down to get everything ready. There was limited light down here which was perfect for what I had in mind.
I wasn’t exactly playing it by ear, but neither did I have a script to follow. I just knew that it was up to me to lead her where I wanted her to go. My feelings were set, there was no question in my mind that she was the woman for me. I just had to release her from her inhibitions so that she could enjoy the life I planned to introduce her to.
I decided to go with lounge pants and nothing else. I had the massage table set up and the oils laid out on the side table by the time I heard her footsteps on the stairs. One look told me she was nervous and I knew telling her not to be was pointless. I’ll just have to work at putting her at ease.
Yesterday, I’d introduced her to touch so she knew there was nothing to be afraid of, but I guess it was going to take a while for her to shed that shyness.
“Come on in Kitten.” She’d put on a robe and my cock rose at the thought that she was bare underneath. I walked over and took her hand when she seemed rooted to the spot. “There’s nothing to be afraid of love. I’ll never hurt you. You know that.”
A soft kiss to her forehead followed by one to her lips seemed to ease the tension a bit. “Why don’t you drop the robe and get on the table.
You can cover up with this.” I passed her the bath-sheet that was big enough to cover her from her neck to the tops of her thighs. I turned my back and finished lighting the candles I had scattered around the room, before turning on the surround sound stereo.
The strains of something soft and bluesy piped through the hidden speakers as I turned back to find her lying on the table stiff as a board.
“Lie on your stomach first Kitten. I want to work those knots out of your shoulders.” I had to take deep breaths before I begun. I could see the sides of her breasts as the pressed into the table beneath her.
Her skin still carried a slight tan no doubt from days spent out in the fields back home. She was smooth and without blemish except for a mole at the nape of her neck. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I talked to her soothingly as I warmed up some oil in the palms of my hands before spreading it over her upper back, working my fingers into the muscles, digging deep before smoothing it out.
She was soon purring like the Kitten I’d named her for as I worked my way down her body, being sure to keep the contact non sexual. Lowering the towel, I worked on her back and lower back to the top of her ass.
I kept the conversation general to keep her mind off the fact that I was now kneading the flesh of her ass. She tensed for the first few seconds but soon relaxed when she realized I wasn’t about to maul her.
I didn’t stay too long on her ass though I wanted to, but instead worked my way down her thighs to her feet. I took my time moving slowly, enjoying every second that I had her under my hands.
“Roll over baby; so you’re having fun? The photographer isn’t being a prick?” She flipped over effortlessly caught up in the conversation we were having.
“No, Jean-Paul is very nice. I think he and the assistant are a couple.” She blushed when she said it.
“Oh? Why do you say that?” I started at her shoulders again, standing over her head as I worked her. My cock had been hard for the last half hour and was straining against the soft material of my pants.
“I don’t know. It’s just the way they act around each other I guess. Or the way they look at each other when they think no one else is looking.”
I worked her arms, adjusting the arms of the table so that they were above her head, stretching her out. I couldn’t resist lowering my head and kissing her lips softly. She returned the kiss shyly at first before I licked her lips and eased the tip of my tongue past them.