[kiasusam]

“I am not going to your room and I’m not having sex with you.” It was a flat statement with no room to argue. Still, it left me the option of giving her a back rub. I pressed lightly against the door and she backed off, muttering to herself. I entered, flicking on the light as I did so.

“Back rub only,” she said, looking nervous. “I’m going to be lying on my stomach, I assure you.”

“That’s OK,” I told her. “I wouldn’t dream of disconcerting you. Ah, it will be easier if you’re naked,” I added, almost as an afterthought.

“No way am I getting undressed.”

“Why not? I’ve already seen every lovely inch of you. Tell you what. Seeing you’re uncertain we’ll wake Michelle and explain about the previous massages and see whether she feels that this one should be dressed or undressed.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not waking Michelle.”

“In that case…” I said softly, letting the sentence trail away as I reached out and tweaked at her pyjama trousers. They were still too loose and baggy and slipped past her hips without a problem, leaving her gasping and grabbing too late. She glared at me but I just smiled and started lifting her top up. Resignedly she let me take it off, casting nervous little glances at Michelle while she did so. Finally naked, she hastened to lie face down on the bed, her face glowing a nice red.

“Why are you doing this?” she demanded to know.

“Because it’s fun and you like it,” I replied.

“It’s not and I don’t.”

“Then why did you answer the door when I knocked? Very lightly knocked, I might add. Why not just pretend to be asleep.”

She threw me a nasty look but didn’t say anything. I started to rub her back and she let out a little groan and seemed to just about melt onto the bed. Things went much the same as for the first night. I rubbed her shoulders and back, with my hands slowly moving down over her bottom and finally finished up stroking that happy little area between her legs. I hear another little groan and her legs slowly moved further apart.

I lightly massaged and teased and probed where I probably shouldn’t have and Jennifer seemed to be tensing up slightly. I changed the direction of the massage, moving back up over her bottom, along her back and onto her shoulders. My hands moving sideways I found myself rubbing the edges of her breasts where they bulged out either side of her, stroking them, slipping my hand between them and the bed, dragging my hand back, feeling her nipples rubbing against my palms.

Slowly moving back down to her bottom, tracing light circles on it with my fingertips, then dipping down, following the curves, seeking the source of the heat I could feel. Once more some more intimate massaging, feeling her start to tense up again.

“Roll over,” I told her, lifting my hands away.

“No,” was the immediate reply, but I just waited. With an irritated sigh she rolled over. “You said just my back,” she accused.