Community Involvement Ch. 10 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 10

... tight muscles through the material of her dress was proving to be a nuisance. I gently pulled the material but it would not move beyond the tips of her shoulders. Clare realised what I was attempting and delicately undid the button at the top of her cleavage. “And don’t get any funny ideas!” She quipped, over her shoulder, quickly covering the mouth piece. Her cheeky smile made me grin broadly. “Hmmm, you do give good a massage though.” I managed to drag the sides of her dress down over her shoulders. The material pulled tort on her upper arms and across the top of her bra. I was concerned that the button would break and tentatively reached to undo it which was met with a playful, yet firm, slap on the knuckles and a wag of her finger. Warded off, I resumed my attentive massage, slowly increasing the radius of my ministrations, going all the way down to the cleft in the small of her back, reluctantly skipping the hooks of her ivory coloured bra. As I worked my way higher up her back I got a sense of her relief, it felt like a wave of complete calm and peace had washed over her muscles and even the timbre of her voice seemed to have softened. I was well pleased with my efforts. However, my own tension had not diminished. Well, some of the Abby related tension had gone, but there was a distinct tightness in my jeans; my penis was under serious stress as it pressed against the fabric. Touching Clare’s alabaster flesh, even thought it was her back, had an instant reaction deep ...

... within my mind and body. When I arrived, I did not have any notion of making advances toward her so soon but now it was all I could do to stop myself from pulling my cock out and thrusting it down her lovely long neck. But she was still on the phone so that was not an option. “ I know what to do !” I said mentally and grinned wickedly. Gently I placed my hands on the back of Clare’s chair. Fortunately it was on casters, and I pulled it gradually backward and brought Clare away from her desk. In a sudden panic Clare, still trying to negotiate in Germany, looked at me. “What are you doing?” She mouthed, her eyes wide with a hint of anger on her face. I pointed at her feet and legs and made kneading gestures with my fingers, indicating where I was planning on massaging next. Her facial expression softened as she realised my intentions and the furrow in her brow was quickly replaced by a look of gratefulness. “Would you excuse me for a moment?” She said into the phone in English, for my edification I assumed. “You don’t have to do that.” She said to me, covering the mouth piece again. “Oh, I think I do.” I said in a firm but playful tone. “I’m the masseuse and I know my job.” “Please, you don’t have to…I’m on the phone.” “So?” I shrugged. Her resistance disappeared quickly. “Okay. But please be careful. I am ticklish on my feet and behind my knees.” She laughed out aloud. “I don’t believe I just told you that. Oh well, now you know. But, I am still needing time on the phone so I ...