...After several weeks, I had reached the point where I felt I had to do something. It was once again Casual Friday, and Deborah was wearing those deliciously tight jeans that just drove me crazy. And to make matters worse, on that day she wore something somewhat out of character for her - a lovely sleeveless blouse with a plunging neckline that showed lots of skin, including much more cleavage than I'd seen before. Now I had that to dwell on in addition to her charms lower down. Ten minutes into the meeting, I was completely hot and bothered. I decided right then that the time had come to go for it.
Still, I had no clue how I was going to make a move on her. She was all business as usual and of course never noticed my furtive glances at her full boobs or that lovely spot between her legs. But then I found my opening. After half an hour going over numbers and presentation slides, we were wrapping up when Deborah suddenly hunched her shoulders and winced in pain.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," she replied. "I've just had this shooting pain between my shoulders for the past few days. It's just tension, I'm sure, but it won't go away."
My heart fluttered as I suddenly realized my chance was here. "I can help with that," I said. "I've had some massage training." It was a white lie - I'd had no formal training, just some direction from my cousin who was a trained masseuse. But that didn't matter. I knew I could fake it enough to get by.
Deborah objected at first, but I insisted, moving behind her to start before she could really say no. As I placed my hands on her shoulders, she gave in, but then hesitated. "Uh ... why don't you close the door," she said. Then she added with a smile, "I don't want anyone walking in on this."
My heart was pounding now. Was there a hint of more than massage in her voice? I couldn't tell, but I replied innocently, "Of course. I'll just lock it to be sure." She didn't question my motives. Things were going so well!
I moved back behind her and started to massage her shoulders and upper back, a deep, thorough kneading of her muscles that quickly had her sighing with relief. "Oh, that feels so good," she murmured. "You really are good at that." I was dying to show her what else I was good at, but I restrained myself for the time being, sticking to an innocent, relaxing massage.
But that changed over time. As Deborah relaxed and got into the feeling, I slowly, subtly let my hands wander farther off her shoulders, inching down toward her bare arms, then sneaking down to the rise of her breasts, my fingertips tracing lightly over her exposed skin. "It's best to combine some easy stroking with the more intense grips," I told her. I had no real basis for that approach. It was just an excuse to touch her there, but for whatever reason, she seemed to buy my explanation. And, even better, she responded with a soft sigh that told me she liked it.
It took every bit of patience I had, but I continued that approach for quite a while, alternately kneading her shoulders, then slipping down to caress her, each time becoming more bold with my reach. She had to know what I was doing, but she didn't stop me. I was getting more and more excited, sensing that I may actually get what I wanted. Finally I couldn't wait any longer - I took the big step. On my next journey down her chest, I actually slipped my hands into her blouse to cover both of her breasts. I heard a little gasp from Deborah and her eyes caught mine with a questioning look. But after a brief hesitation, they closed without a word - a tacit acceptance of what was going on. The massage was over, and the lovemaking had begun.
I squeezed her breasts gently a few times through her bra, then slipped my hands into the cups, at the same time leaning down to place a warm, soft kiss on Deborah's neck. A shiver ran up my spine as I felt the pliant tips of her nipples rolling under my fingers. Deborah emitted a little cry, then a very brief protest. "Milene," she asked softly, "what are ...?" But the sentence never finished, turning into a quiet moan as my tongue worked wetly over her neck and shoulder and my fingers stayed busy within her bra.
"It's okay," I assured her, "just enjoy it. You deserve this." And happily, she did just that, slipping down slightly in her seat, resting her head on the chair back as her eyes closed.
I unbuttoned her blouse, opening it so I could work more easily on her mounds. With a little nudge, I got her to raise up enough for me to reach behind her and undo her bra. In seconds it was off and on the floor, leaving her chest bare and easily accessible for my loving...
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Still, I had no clue how I was going to make a move on her. She was all business as usual and of course never noticed my furtive glances at her full boobs or that lovely spot between her legs. But then I found my opening. After half an hour going over numbers and presentation slides, we were wrapping up when Deborah suddenly hunched her shoulders and winced in pain.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Oh nothing," she replied. "I've just had this shooting pain between my shoulders for the past few days. It's just tension, I'm sure, but it won't go away."
My heart fluttered as I suddenly realized my chance was here. "I can help with that," I said. "I've had some massage training." It was a white lie - I'd had no formal training, just some direction from my cousin who was a trained masseuse. But that didn't matter. I knew I could fake it enough to get by.
Deborah objected at first, but I insisted, moving behind her to start before she could really say no. As I placed my hands on her shoulders, she gave in, but then hesitated. "Uh ... why don't you close the door," she said. Then she added with a smile, "I don't want anyone walking in on this."
My heart was pounding now. Was there a hint of more than massage in her voice? I couldn't tell, but I replied innocently, "Of course. I'll just lock it to be sure." She didn't question my motives. Things were going so well!
I moved back behind her and started to massage her shoulders and upper back, a deep, thorough kneading of her muscles that quickly had her sighing with relief. "Oh, that feels so good," she murmured. "You really are good at that." I was dying to show her what else I was good at, but I restrained myself for the time being, sticking to an innocent, relaxing massage.
But that changed over time. As Deborah relaxed and got into the feeling, I slowly, subtly let my hands wander farther off her shoulders, inching down toward her bare arms, then sneaking down to the rise of her breasts, my fingertips tracing lightly over her exposed skin. "It's best to combine some easy stroking with the more intense grips," I told her. I had no real basis for that approach. It was just an excuse to touch her there, but for whatever reason, she seemed to buy my explanation. And, even better, she responded with a soft sigh that told me she liked it.
It took every bit of patience I had, but I continued that approach for quite a while, alternately kneading her shoulders, then slipping down to caress her, each time becoming more bold with my reach. She had to know what I was doing, but she didn't stop me. I was getting more and more excited, sensing that I may actually get what I wanted. Finally I couldn't wait any longer - I took the big step. On my next journey down her chest, I actually slipped my hands into her blouse to cover both of her breasts. I heard a little gasp from Deborah and her eyes caught mine with a questioning look. But after a brief hesitation, they closed without a word - a tacit acceptance of what was going on. The massage was over, and the lovemaking had begun.
I squeezed her breasts gently a few times through her bra, then slipped my hands into the cups, at the same time leaning down to place a warm, soft kiss on Deborah's neck. A shiver ran up my spine as I felt the pliant tips of her nipples rolling under my fingers. Deborah emitted a little cry, then a very brief protest. "Milene," she asked softly, "what are ...?" But the sentence never finished, turning into a quiet moan as my tongue worked wetly over her neck and shoulder and my fingers stayed busy within her bra.
"It's okay," I assured her, "just enjoy it. You deserve this." And happily, she did just that, slipping down slightly in her seat, resting her head on the chair back as her eyes closed.
I unbuttoned her blouse, opening it so I could work more easily on her mounds. With a little nudge, I got her to raise up enough for me to reach behind her and undo her bra. In seconds it was off and on the floor, leaving her chest bare and easily accessible for my loving...
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