Rub

He had been visiting her for several weeks in a row now. Every time she would find him completely naked, lying face down with a very light sheet covering him. Had this been any other place or job that might be an odd situation. But he was here to deal with lower back pain and she was a Registered Massage Therapist.

She had been doing this for several years now and had pretty much seen everything. She had seen hairy guys, hairy women, weird moles and funky smells. There had been guys, and the odd woman, who came on to her and those that were almost hostile toward her. She had seen it all. The gentleman laying on the table before her was none of those things. He was attractive, muscular, soft spoken and very respectful.

She was always happy to see him. He had a great sense of humor and always could make her laugh no matter what kind of day she was having. She thought he was flirting with her but couldn’t quite tell because he was always careful with boundaries. She greeted him and asked how his back had been since his last treatment. It was feeling pretty good but his lower back and hips were feeling pretty tight.

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Bloodbath

She was quirky. He had never met anyone like her before. Her profile was funny, informed and well thought out. She was definitely a fireball. In her profile she said she was a Sapiaphile (attracted to intelligence). He was a little apprehensive about messaging her but was also really intrigued. She was attracted to intelligence and pirates. Funnily enough they might have been a perfect match. He was fascinated by the piracy on the high seas and age of Privateers as well. Pirates of the Caribbean was one of his favorite movie franchises and Black Sails his favorite binge on weekends. It also helped that he was an amputee…below knee amputee.

Her profile challenged men to intrigue her with their intelligence.
Now not being overly cocky or confident he wasn’t actually sure how to go about this. So he said the smartest thing he could think of. He rattled off the formula for Ohms Law. Its a relatively basic law of energy, electricity to be more specific. It looks like this: E= IxR…or voltage equals current multiplied by the resistance of the circuit. Unfortunately being a little nervous and intimidated by a woman who obviously responds to intelligence, he screwed it up. The message he actually sent was something like :voltage = current divided by the current of the circuit. ?

Invisible

She had never felt particularly attractive. Its not that she was ugly, in fact when she looked in the mirror it told her she was anything but. It was more that she was invisible. Doubt, insecurity and anxiety about social situations had prevented her from having many meaningful relationships, romantic or otherwise. She knew that it stemmed from her childhood. Not so much traumatic but rather uninspiring. She had always felt this way. Perhaps its for the best, she would try to convince herself. At least she didn’t have the huge therapy bills that come from a “normal” childhood.

Normal.

There was a strange word. To previous generations that had meant two parents who had stayed married their entire adult lives while working towards the American dream. Providing for their children and giving them all the financial and emotional support they would need to get a solid start in life. Her generation’s normal was just the opposite. Divorce, violence and abuse, verbal, emotional, mental, physical and sexual. That was the new normal.

Her parents were still married. They both worked hard to build for their retirement. They worked maybe too hard, leaving her to grow up in an emotional void. She was sure that that was why she felt invisible. Unnoticed even by the people most invested in her development.

Stood Up…Again

She couldn’t believe that it happened again. All the waxing, crimping, primping and preening, all for nothing. Stood up. What was the problem with men these days. They had been chatting for a couple of weeks. The conversations were great. And really hot. She thought they would be a pretty great match. That was the problem with online dating, it could build your confidence way up only to dash you to pieces.
Well she wasn’t going to let that ruin her evening, if this guy wasn’t interested then she could still enjoy a night out on her own. Sitting there in her booth in the lounge, soft jazz playing in the background, dimly lit, feeling the warmth of the wine she was sipping spread throughout her body, she remembered why she had planned to meet here. The environment was sensual, it was foreplay for the soul.
The waitress topped her wine up and she could see the appreciation for her state, the slight pity of being stood up.
Fuck This! She thought. I’m not a victim, I’m in control of my own destiny. The wine was taking effect in more ways than one apparently.
That’s when she heard his laugh. Not the douchebag she was supposed to be there to meet, but a deep, throaty masculine laugh that made her feel a little weak. Looking around the lounge for the source she spied him at a booth with a few other people, men and women. All were well dressed, possibly a Business Meeting or something like that. His strong jawline and easy smile captured her attention, as well as her imagination. She wasn’t so drunk as to have enough confidence to go introduce herself…what would she do?
Then she could hear him giving out his phone number. One of his business clients was typing it into her phone, screwed it up so he had to repeat it, slowly until she got it right. Frantically our girl scrambled to input the digits into her own cell.
What on earth am I going to do with this information? She asked herself
The wine didn’t wait for her to answer that question. She was already sending a text. Well an emoji to be exact. All she sent was…
?
Now to wait…..
It didn’t take long for a response. All that came back was…
????
Watching the expression on his face she could tell he was confused. He kept looking from his phone to the lady he had just given his number to. The fact the she was engrossed in conversation to one of the other men at the table led him to finally come to the conclusion that this winky emoji hadn’t come from her. But who? It was an unknown number and he didn’t give his number out very often.
“Who is this?” he asked
She was thoroughly enjoying this, toying with this stranger, even if it was innocent…so far.
“Just an admirer” was her reply to his query.
At that he looked up from his phone, casting a steely gaze around the lounge. What were the odds that this person would be in the room but he just could sense that he was being watched now.
As he cast his eyes toward her direction she instinctively ducked. Not a hugely sexy move, but she wasn’t anywhere confident enough to be found out yet. He continued to look around the lounge, not noticing her yet. She took another sip of her wine feeling the rich warm courage it provided her give her the confidence to write again.
“I like the way you fill that suit out” she typed.
OMG that’s so cheesy she thought, there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep his attention for long if my repertoire of flirty conversation continues to consist of THAT kind of drivel, she thought to herself.
But it DID elicit a response….
“Thank you, I don’t know who this is but I do always appreciate an admirer, I would be happy to return the compliment if I knew who you were or at least what you were wearing” he said.
Before she had a chance to think it through she took a picture of her cleavage, her ample, firm breasts pushing up against her black lacy bra she wore under her black dress. And clicked send.
“Damn!” she thought….”now he’s going to know that I’m wearing black”. Looking around she realized that black dresses were not that uncommon here and in her present location she thought she was pretty well out of his sight anyway.
His reaction was perfect. His eyes popped open in surprise and his head immediately snapped up and he eagerly started scanning the room to try and identify the sender of this photo. Every woman in the room with a black dress on would capture his attention as he tried to determine if it may be his secret admirer. He never did see her. There was a woman wearing black sitting between where he was and her location and this distracted him from seeing her.
“Do you like what you see?” she messaged next.
“I absolutely DO” was the immediate answer.
She took her phone in hand, reaching under the table and hit record as she filmed her long slender legs, from ankle to knees, up her thigh and sliding her dress up ever so slightly and then hit send.
She wasn’t playing all her cards yet, this was way too much fun.
She saw him open the message. He was visibly uncomfortable now. He was struggling to sit upright in his chair. This conversation was totally getting to him and that video was having a better reaction than she had even intended. He was still trying to maintain his cool as he WAS still in a business meeting. Nobody seemed to notice that his attention had been diverted elsewhere but it was a struggle to remain in the moment.
“OMG I want more than just a glimpse” he wrote
She looked around the lounge, saw that nobody was watching her, put the phone under the table and filmed herself removing her sexy little lacy thong. You couldn’t really see much in the video other than the panties coming off. She sent that and then followed it up with a photo of the underwear sitting on the bench next to her.
She loved how it felt. She squirmed in her seat a little so she could feel the bare leather of the seat next to her skin. That may have been a mistake she suddenly realized as she noticed for the first time just how aroused she was. The seat was quickly changing from damp to soaked.
She reached between her thighs for a quick check, that lingered. Gentle stroking turned into a slight probing. The wine was dulling some senses while amplifying others. She had always enjoyed the silky softness of her labia, especially as they moistened, but they were truly exquisite tonight. She hadn’t even realized her eyes had been closed until she realized there was movement nearby. Upon opening them she saw that sitting across the booth from her was her stranger, smiling, waiting for her to acknowledge him.
Before she could even register embarrassment he was standing, taking her by the hand and leading her down a hallway at the back of the restaurant. She was fully in control of her faculties but felt a light headed euphoria from the heady eroticism of the evening. They went into a storeroom, closing the door behind them. He turned on her and held her face in his hands. Kissing strongly, deeply. Their lips fought each other for control of the moment. An epic wrestling for control of an uncontrollable situation. Tongues probing, a frantic desperation to explore every area before moving on. And move on he did. His hands tearing at her black lacy bra, removing it effortlessly, hanging from one of her shoulders.
Kissing her neck, sucking on her earlobe. Down to her collarbone and then the other side.
His mouth wrapped itself around one breast, lips engulfing the nipple. Flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sucking, gently biting. The gasps escaped from her lips as the ecstasy grew.
He knelt down in front of her as an obedient servant might worship an ancient goddess. Taking her hips in his firm grip he turned her around so she was facing the wall. Pulling her hips back toward him she could feel his mouth on her ass. His beard brushing across her cheeks. He spread her as his tongue fount her glistening wet lips. Flicking them over and over. Separating them as it explores her clit. As she feels the pressure against her love button she cant help but arch her back, forcing herself against him harder, her body almost begging for more.
He inserted his thumb ito her pussy, feeling the heat and moisture growing as it slid in deeper. With his thumb inside, probing, he allowed his middle and ring fingers to stimulate her clit some more. She bit down hard onto her forearm to stifle the moan that erupted as she gushed hot fluid all over his arm. His movements slowed as her convulsions slowed.
As she was just starting to catch her breath she could feel him standing behind her now. Unzipping his pants and grabbing onto her wrists she felt his hard, throbbing cock sliding into her. It seemed as though it would never end.
Slowly…
In…
And out.
Long deep thrusts that seemed to hit every nerve inside her body. She thought she was done but it seemed to just reawaken a beast inside her. She pushed herself hard against him, his every thrust being met and returned with an equal urgency of her own.
He turned her around, looking deeply into her eyes as he re-entered her.
Kissing, biting, sucking. The activity became insane as the thrusts became harder and deeper. Each of them truing to discover everything they could about each other through every movement of their bodies.
They both erupted at the same time. Her tightening around his cock in strong, continuous contractions, milking his orgasm into her.
The stared into each others eyes as they came together, intensifying the pleasure, the mood and the connection.
This was a far better evening than she had originally planned for.

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