When the masseuse cancels …

“The shower’s all yours,” I said.
“Thanks,” Lucy replied. “I was thinking, Sal. We used to give each other massages. As the masseuse isn’t available, fancy trying?”
“I haven’t done that for years, but I’ll give it a go.”
“I’ll have a quick shower. Have we got any oil?”
“I’ve got some baby oil. It’ll have to do.”
I slipped on a pair of briefs and laid a towel on the bed. While I waited, I looked at what I might wear for dinner. After ten minutes, Lucy came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel.
“I’ll do you first if you like,” she said. “I’m still damp, so my skin will be sticky.”
I slipped off my robe and laid face-down on the towel. I was still sleepy and could have easily nodded off. She started on my feet, her oiled hands raising one at a time, and rubbing them gently but firmly. The heels, soles and each toe. I jumped, as her fingers tickled a sensitive area. She worked along my legs; ankles, calves, the backs of my knees.
I relaxed under her touch. Her hands moved to my thighs, pressing into my muscles. I opened my legs slightly to let her reach between them. I followed the route of her fingers to the edge of my briefs, as she concentrated on my thighs. Not as good as the masseuse, but worth it, nonetheless. My mind was relaxing too. I was enjoying this holiday. I missed Marcus, but he was going to be there when I got back. I’d forgotten work, forgotten my father. A real break.
My consciousness returned sharply, as Lucy’s hands slid up my thighs. She was close; very close. Her fingers running along the edge of my briefs between my legs, staying there for a few moments, then moving away. I dismissed the thought. She moved on the bed and straddled my thighs.
Before I had time to analyse any further, her hands landed on my shoulders, and she began to press on them, slowly moving along each arm. Returning to my back, she worked her way down until she reached my briefs. She lifted the sides, and placed them between my cheeks, exposing my bum, which she proceeded to massage.
Lifting the material, she pulled it gently to expose more of me. But at the same time, it pulled across my pussy. Several times. Was she playing with me? Or was I mistaken?
Her hands continued to massage my bum. With each movement, I could feel my pussy stretching. My mind was racing. What was happening? Was my own curiosity making me imagine things which weren’t real?
I felt a gentle slap on my right cheek, and her weight lifted off my thighs.
“Right, turn over.”
I rolled over and settled on my back, surprised to see she was completely naked. I couldn’t help looking. She was kneeling beside me, smiling.
“Is this working?” she asked.
“Yes. You’re good. I mean … it feels good.”
I wasn’t so relaxed any more. My brain was busy trying to work out what was happening, while my heartbeat was experimenting with different rhythms. I also recognised the signs of anticipation; this was turning me on. Oh, God. What now? Do I carry on, and ignore it? What if …? I watched as she put more oil on her hands and turned away from me to work on my shins.
She was now kneeling in a position where I could take in her bare bum. I looked; I wanted to. Her beautiful curves raised slightly above her ankles. Her thighs. I allowed my eyes to wander over them all. I’d seen Lucy naked hundreds of times over the years. But never like this. Never with these thoughts in my head. Her hands were on the front of my thighs and reached my briefs … and moved down again. Several times.
She shifted up the bed slightly and settled on her knees by my tummy. Oiling her hands again, she took each of my hands in turn and stroked the fingers. She was concentrating on what she was doing, not looking at me. In one movement, she straddled my hips. My eyes were drawn to her pussy. Open above mine. But hers was exposed; I could see its enticing contours.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and worked on them and my neck. I laid my head back on the bed and closed my eyes. My mind came to a decision. I decided to go with it. If I was imagining all this, it would be fine. If I wasn’t? Well, I didn’t know what would happen. So many fantasies, so many dreams. Perhaps I’d satisfy some of them.
Her hands were now on my breasts. I wasn’t a big girl. Lying on my back, they weren’t very prominent. But I could feel my nipples standing up; hard. They are sensitive, very sensitive. Marcus loved teasing them. Marcus. God; would I have some explaining to do if …
I stopped thinking. Lucy was gently rubbing my nipples between her fingers. I couldn’t prevent a gentle moan. Her hands moved to my tummy, circling. Gradually getting nearer and nearer to my briefs.
Then they went under; I flinched slightly. Knowing now, I was not imagining this. Her fingers slowly circled under my briefs working their way closer and closer. They reached my hairline, and moved towards …
Her weight shifted and I sensed a presence. Opening my eyes, I saw her face hovering above mine, a faint smile on her lips.
“Want me to stop?” she asked.
I swallowed hard, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and made my decision. I opened my eyes.
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”