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Part 14

Jill had just consented to Mike giving her a massage.

“Got any oil?” he asked her.

“There’s some baby oil,” she said, gesturing at the bedside cabinet.

He nodded and went over to find it. “Lie on the bed,” he said.

Jill lay back on the bed.

“Face down,” he said.

She turned over and lay prone on the bed with her head to one side. “That okay?” she said.

Mike rubbed baby oil over his hands, as if he knew what he was doing. He did, in fact, have no idea how to massage anyone but this was the best chance he’d get of gaining Jill’s trust.

“My shoulders,” she said.

“Take your top off,” he said.

“Sorry?”

“Your top,” he said, “I can’t massage you with it on, you’ll get it all greasy.” He held up his oil-soaked hands.

Jill looked up at him, as if trying to work out if he was serious or not. She lifted herself from the bed, slipped off her top and lay back down again.

Mike saw that she wore no bra under the top. She was naked from the waist up. He didn’t want to push his luck, so he didn’t ask her to take anything else off.

Mike’s oiled palms and fingers prodded her shoulder blades.

“Ow!” she said.

“Sorry.” He ran long firm strokes over her shoulders and onto her back. Then, with his hands sideways on, he pressed into the long indentation of her spine. He was going to have to bluff this, now.

As he pressed and caressed her skin and flesh, he felt himself starting to get hard. He tried to ignore it and continued to stroke, press, rub and pummel at Jill’s back and shoulders. He did what he’d seen masseurs doing on TV and in films, hoping that he was doing it right.

He finally realised that he could ignore his erection no longer. He longed to see what was underneath her skirt. “Can I do your legs?” he asked her.

“Hmm,” she replied with a satisfied voice.

Mike put his hands to her left thigh, just below the hem of her skirt, and offered it the same treatment that he’d given her shoulders and back, occasionally venturing slightly higher up. When she moved her legs apart slightly, he felt that she was happy with his actions and he moved onto her right thigh.

When he finally paused, she turned over without being asked and he saw her breasts for the first time.

“Do my front,” she said.

Mike’s erection got stiffer and he found himself looking down at his crotch to see if there was a noticeable bulge. He soon returned his attention to Jill’s breasts. He re-anointed his hands with oil and tentatively put them to her neck, just above the rise of her breasts. He hesitated.

“It’s okay,” she said, giving him the green light, “Go for it.”

He pulled, pinched and pummelled her shoulders again, this time from the front and ran his hands down around her breasts, trying not to touch them, and then back up to her shoulders.

Jill closed her eyes as Mike’s thumbs pressed gently against her neck and his palms and fingers encircled her neck.

He heard her groan, a pleasurable groan, as his hands travelled downwards, pressing against her collar-bone. He wondered if he was actually doing it right. She seemed to be enjoying it. He decided to bite the bullet.

He rolled each breast between his oil-covered hands. The fingers pressed around the nipples, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Jill. She raised her hips and, in response, his hands moved down towards the waistband of her skirt, tracing the lines of her stomach muscles as they went.

Jill reached down and unfastened the buttons on the side of her skirt. “Take it off,” she said, as she raised her hips again.

Mike pulled the skirt down and saw that she wore no underwear at all. He was staring at her neatly-trimmed vagina, the slit clearly visible and clearly wet. He removed the skirt from her legs and dropped it on the floor. Jill parted her legs.

Mike looked at her. She still had her eyes closed. Should he take his picture now? he wondered.

To be continued...