Helping Out My Sore Co-worker

I met Sara while I was working security for a local banking enterprise. She worked in the customer service department, and I did security for the bank.

Sara was a curvy girl with a fantastic smile and eyes. She dressed stylish and fashionable. In the summer she would wear beautiful colorful dresses that flowed down just past her knees. I found Sara beautiful in her own unique way, and she had interested me for a minute.

Our friendship started very casual. I would be at my desk as she got to work, left for lunch, and went home. Usually a head knod, then a hello, then small talk. As the days went on, and we grew used to seeing each other, we got much friendlier. She would stop at my desk regularly to talk, ask if I wanted lunch and to see how I was.

Our flirting intensified over the months. We became very friendly. I remember the events leading up to our wonderful night together. Sara had been complaining of some back pain for a few days, a injury that was caused from sitting at her desk all day.

I didn’t think much of it until she was at my desk one day. She was saying she really needed to get to a chiropractor. I’m not sure why I said it, but I confidently offered to massage her. Half jokingly, half serious I thew out the offer. Without even a hesitation I remember Sara looking at me, and smiling.

“Ok.” She said. That’s it. Just a ok. Our eyes met and she said “when?”

“I’m off the next two days if that works” I told her

“My roommates gone all week, how about tomorrow night?” She asked me.

That worked for the both of us. Before we could overthink what just happened, Sara left my desk and made her way back to work.

That same day I never saw Sara leave the building like I normally do. I wondered if everything was all right with her or if she had become nervous. After my shift was done I went home as usual. Later on that evening I received a text from Sara, she had messaged me her address as well as a time to show up. Looks like she was not chickening out.

The following evening I arrived to Sara’s house at 7:00 p.m. She lived on a third floor apartment in town. As I knocked on the door I became aware of how nervous I was, wondering what type of massage she would let me give.

Sara open the door in a Chinese style bathrobe. Her hair was up high in a bun. Sarah looks so real, and vulnerable. There was no heavy makeup applied to her face today, no corporate clothing to try to impress executives.

When the door was opened, her apartment was dark inside with a few low-lit lamps and candles. She greeted me cheerfully and invited me in.

The apartment smelled of lavender, and looked like it had been decorated by a professional.

“Hey! Nice place.” I told her.

“Thanks” she said smiling. “You can massage me in here.” She said as she walked with me to the bedroom.

Inside her room was a king size bed with a TV on, a music remix station was on YouTube. She had candles lit, in the light of the TV was bright. My eyes adjusted quickly to the low light. Sara was looking amazingly beautiful.

I grabbed some towels and laid them on the end of the bed. To prevent oil from getting to the comforter. Using my hand I padded on the bed for Sara to lie down.

Sarah casually walked towards where I was standing, she dropped her robe to the floor. She was nude, minus a pair of black panties. Booty short type. Her breasts were solid D’s and sagged as if she had lost weight but they never perked back up. Her body was covered in beautiful light freckles. I didn’t try to hide my stares, she knew that I was enjoying the view.

Sara got on her stomach and laid down. I reached for the oil I brought, and began to squirt it on her back. I peered down at her body below me, her curves, scars and womanly figure. Her ass looked perky and devine in her panties.

I began massaging her upper shoulders. Lightly squeezing her tense spots. The oil brightened her skin as the tv light glistened off her oily body.

Sara moaned out and shreeked as I massaged her. Working some places harder than others. I began giving special attention to her lower back. I placed one hand above her butt for support, used my other to deeply massage her lower back. I was getting her trouble areas well, and working my way around her knots. What was moans of pain tuned into pleasure as I massaged her soreness away.

As I was standing over Sara massaging, I felt her arm and hand brush against my leg. My leg hair and her finger tips met. I paused momentarily, but continued on. It almost felt like she did that with a purpose.

Skipping her butt, I oiled up Sara’s legs. I began working her lower glutes, hamstrings and calves. Her panties had risen up a bit, and her ass now looked more like she was wearing a thong. Sara didn’t seem to mind. Working her lower glutes and hamstrings, Sara spread her legs slightly apart. As I peered down, her crotch was exposed. I could see she was excited, her wetness evident through her panties. The first clue she wanted the deluxe massage.

I started to focus more on Sara’s glutes and inner thigh. I rubbed gently, in some spots barely touching her. My hands grazing her most intimate areas.

Taking two fingers, I grazed over her labia that was covered by her panties. Her crotch was wet, damp. She squirmed as I touched her, but never said a word or lifted her head from the bed below. At that point I knew what she wanted.

With one finger I moved her panties to the side, using my middle finger to enter her. I slid in with ease, no resistance at all. I went to my knuckle and held firm. Sara was wet and tight. I slowly began to finger her as I massaged her lower back with my free hand. Sara moved her body as I massage her intimate areas, reveling in the pleasure of touch.

Sara squirmed and moved as she got fingered. The innocent co worker, now being pleasured by me. Before long I was behind her sliding her panties off completely. Revealing a waxed pussy and ass. Her crack looked flawless, delicious, and welcoming. Her aroma was intoxicating. Her lavender candles did little to hold back her natural smell, the type that only comes from peak arousal.

With no panties to fight with, I had her get on all fours. Doggy style position. I stood by her side, and slid two fingers into her pussy. Using another finger to massage her clit. Before long she was moaning loudly, losing control. She orgasmed twice as I continued to finger. Never giving her a break. I held her body near mine as she squirmed, using her strength to stay upright.

She was wet enough, I was able to slide my thumb up her ass, just barely. She took it well, sliding directly in, almost being sucked in. I was using both hands to finger both of her holes and massage her clit. The oil and her pussy juice allowed me to ruthlessly finger her now, giving her all I had.

By the end, she had orgasmed 4 times and we were both sweaty and covered. I slapped her ass playfully when I was done, sliding my fingers out of her.

Sara rolled over to her back as I washed up in the bathroom. She looked exhausted but satisfied.

“How was it?” I asked her.

Sara paused a moment. “It was completely unexpected, I never thought I’d let you do that but I just couldn’t say no.” She said smiling.

“Well anytime you need massaged again, let me know.” I told her.

Sara showered as I fucked around on my phone. Eventually she made some stir fry for us for dinner and we watched some star wars. It was pretty chill and fun. I massaged her another dozen times after that encounter. It also sparked my love to give erotic massages.

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