"I didn't think that we would meet again, Jane, but this was the weirdest way to do it." Ashley said, lying naked on the massaging table, her back against me.
"Yeah, I didn't know that." Thankfully she was like that right now, because I was really flustered looking at her back. It was slim. And her butt was pretty eye-catching, even though I am a woman.
She laughed. "Anyways, just massage my back and legs. It's aching whenever I work at the office."
And so I started massage her back. Whenever I pressed firmly, she would moan. I couldn't imagine what her ache was like. I continued, and when I was pressing her butt was when I was flustered myself. This is a girl to girl action, nothing wrong with it. But when I do so, she suddenly whimper like someone having sex. I didn't mind it because everyone woman client I had was like that., but the way she sounded made me flustered. And so I continued with the thighs and legs and feet. Every time I did so, she would moan and whimper, except it was worse.
After it was all over, I told her to get up. However, she didn't look at me, and instead she went to
the coat hanger that had the bath robe, wore it, and just as she was about to leave, she turned her head at me. She was blushing, and she was crying?
She left the room, and I didn't know what I did wrong.
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.
