Saturday morning I arrived at Jessica’s house. Her husband was away on a work trip and his mother had taken the kids off her hands to help her out. She answered the door wearing a bathrobe and a big smile.
“Welcome,” she said, opening the door and stepping back to let me in.
She shut the door and embraced me, holding me close to her, and whispering “it’s so good to see you” in my ear.
“Good to see you too,” I replied.
She let go of me and walked me through the house.
“How long to do we have?” I asked.
“As long as you need,” she replied seductively.
“As long as I need, or as long as you need?” I asked cheekily.
“Oh honey, I’m not going to take very long at all,” she replied, even more cheekily, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I’m very much looking forward to having your hands… and whatever else, all over me.”
She led me through to the guest room. It was neat, well lit by a window that faced out to the manicured garden, with a double bed and mirrored wardrobe.
“What’s in the bag?” she asked, referring to my backpack.
“The essentials of a traveling masseur,” I replied with a smile.
The dynamic was different now. No need to be ultra-professional. I could be witty and flirty.
Jessica responded by dropping the bathrobe. She stood by the bed, looking me in the eyes, completely naked. Her body showed the hard work she put into her tennis, pilates, etc. I let my eyes roam her exposed body, unashamedly. She didn’t flinch. Her confidence was an aphrodisiac.
“Like?” she asked, a few seconds later.
“Love,” I sighed.
“Good. It’s all yours to do as you will.”
“Well, you asked for a massage so a massage you will get.”
Jessica lay face down on the bed. I draped her bathrobe over her body so she didn’t get cold while I set up. I retrieved a portable speaker from my bag and selected a relaxing playlist on my phone. Then I drew the curtains a little.
“Very professional,” Jessica whispered, as I set up a little fragrent oil burner.
I shrugged it off.
“No. Seriously,” she said. “It’s so hot that you’ve gone to this much effort. I’m very impressed.”
“I am to please.”
“I’m sure you do,” she purred.
I poured some of the massage oil I’d brought, into my hands and rubbed them together to warm it up, before dragging the robe down her body to reveal her back. She sighed when I put my hands on her skin. I rubbed and gently kneaded her muscles. I took my time, gently working her back, shoulders, the back of her arms, topping up oil, as required. She held my hands for a second when I got to her hands.
“This is amazing,” she whispered.
“I haven’t even begun,” I replied.
“I know. That makes it even more amazing,” she said, in a slow, breathy voice.
I pulled the robe down to the back of her legs, exposing her ass. I massaged her lower back, causing her to let out a little groan, before moving onto her ass. She lifted it to meet my touch. I felt like burying my face into it, eating her pussy from behind, but I was determined to give her the massage she wanted so badly.
Big, strong hands, all warm and oily all over her ass, the back of her legs, then sliding up in between. I made sure I fell short of touching her pussy. I wanted to, I’m sure she wanted me to, but I needed to finish this massage. I ran my hands down her legs, taking my time to loosen up her hamstrings and calves, then down to her feet.
“Ticklish?” I asked.
“Maybe a little. Try.”
I massaged her feet. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Clearly, she liked it. From where I stood now, at the end of the bed, massaging her feet, I could see straight up between her legs. Her pussy was right there. My cock was straining in my pants again, I’m sure she would have been wet, but, once again, I had a job to finish. That didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun with it.
I oiled up my hands again, and ran them up the insides of her legs. From calves, past her knees, up her inner thighs, pulling her legs apart as I went, all the way up to her pussy but falling short. Then I dragged my fingers back down. She let out a disappointed groan.
“Now, now,” I said.
“But…” she let it trail off.
“Good girl,” I said.
“Oh, don’t you dare,” she blurted out.
“What?”
“You call me good girl again and I’ll jump you. That’s not fair.”
I grinned, taking a mental note.
More rubs up and down the inside of her legs. I dragged it for a few minutes before running one hand right up and cupping her pussy. She flinched and let out a moan.
“Roll over for me,” I said.
She did the big breath thing again then did as she was told.
“Good…” I smiled.
She growled playfully at me.
I got some more oil and massaged her front. Shoulders, down her arms, back up to her upper chest, then down her sides, avoiding her breasts, determined to tease her. I massaged her stomach, feeling her core strength.
“Very impressive,” I whispered.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Call me Sir and I might jump you,” I paraphrased her earlier comment.
“That was my intent,” she replied, eyes locked on mine.
I massaged down her legs and back again, taking my time, getting teasingly close.
“Will you just finish me off, you tormentor?”
“Would you like a happy ending?”
“I’m dying for one,” she replied, staring up at me from the bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vwabdp/bored_trophy_wife_hits_on_me_at_work_part_2