“Are you happy now?” I asked her. She had a small little satisfied smile on her face.
“Yes, very.” We were done finally. We were shown back the room where we got the massages so that we could get dressed and get out of here. I caught myself peering into every reflective surface that I passed, the first couple of times a little surprised that who was looking back at me, but then again, also just checking myself out. I looked good. Part of me didn’t want to admit it because it would make Missy right, but she was right, I looked good. Maybe I would take my look out on the town and try it out on the unsuspecting female populace of New York City.
When we got to the massage room, Missy turned around so her back was to me. Looking over her shoulder expectantly, she waited for me to do the same. Oh, this again. She was going to pretend that we had never been far closer than just seeing each other naked before so that she could get dressed. She was going to play coy like I didn’t know what it felt like to be inside her. Okay, I would play along.
I started turning, enough so that she thought I couldn’t see her anymore. She started dropping her robe. Today, her hair wasn’t up, it fell loose and long around her shoulders. Looking at her from the back like that was so sexy for some reason. In the white room with her robe hanging off of her just like that, she looked like one of those old school paintings. This might have been my first interaction with Missy that hadn’t ended up in regret and disappointment. I had actually had fun with her. I had experienced something new, the spa treatments, but also a taste of Missy’s real personality. She was funny and she was smart. Our fields of knowledge didn’t seem to have that much overlap, but she knew what she was talking about when she talked about it.
I felt closer to her than I had ever felt before, even closer than when we had had sex. I felt pretty confident saying that we had made some strides in our relationship today and that she felt the same way. I dropped my robe still looking at her and then suddenly, her gray eyes flashed in my direction. The look of shock on her face was priceless. She was trying to watch me undress. I burst out laughing. She turned red and gathered her robe up around her again.
“I know what you’re going to say, I know you’re going to try and deny it, but you can’t do that, I caught you.” She turned around, holding the front of the robe so it wouldn’t open.
“You were looking as well. That’s the only way you could have seen me.”
“You’re right, I was.” I turned around so she got the full monty. She couldn’t help herself from glancing down at my cock.
“This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.”
“Then why keep trying to avoid it? It’s clear what both of us want.” I was starting to get hard and she noticed. She bit her lip.
“I don’t want a repeat performance of what happened in the dressing room of the shop.”
“I do,” I said. My voice was husky. I was at full mast now. I didn’t want to push her to do anything that she didn’t want to do but fuck did I want her. I wanted her right here and now. I wanted her because it felt like the walls were down between us finally. We didn’t have to pretend. I didn’t want to keep acting like she didn’t drive me absolutely crazy.
She sighed, looking unsure, but her arms loosened on her robe and she let it fall to the ground.
“Fuck,” I said. She was exquisite. Head to toe, not a single flaw. She was gorgeous. Round, full breasts tipped with light rose nipples. Curvy hips and thighs and flawless skin that I was dying to feel under my hands. I didn’t know what came over me when she was involved. I had never wanted anybody like I wanted her. How convenient when she might have been the only woman who was ostensibly off-limits. I walked up to her, my cock standing at attention.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said.
“Wait, what if someone walks in?” she asked. If anyone walked in, then they were welcome to a show. I didn’t give a fuck but since it bothered her, I went and locked the door.
“Better?” I asked, coming back up to her.
“We still shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“I’m sure we wouldn’t be the first couple to have sex in this room after a romantic spa day.”
“We didn’t have a romantic spa day and we aren’t a couple. I’m technically at work right now and I work for you.”
“Fine, we’re just two people who want each other. What’s the harm in that?”
I closed the space between us, and she scooted back until she was trapped between the massage table and me.
“The rest doesn’t matter.”
“Doesn’t it?” she asked. Not to me. I leaned down and kissed her. Didn’t look like it mattered to her either. I felt her relax and lean back on the massage table. I hoisted her up so she was sitting and I stood between her legs. It was nothing like the first time that we did this. We were in public again but this time we’d get fair warning before anyone walked in. Before, we never even had time to get completely naked.
How much time did we have now?
I broke the kiss and gently pushed her back so she was leaning on the bed. She watched me as I bent down between her legs. I ran my fingers up and down her spread thighs. Where they met, I parted her lips. I leaned down and kissed her mound, kissing lower and lower until she flinched when I made contact with her clit.
“Oh Christ, Easy,” she said, sighing. I used my tongue, exploring her depths. To be honest it had been a while since I had been with a woman. I could do it, but I chose not to. I devoted my time to other pursuits. Pursuits, mostly work-related, which I would have gladly given up for the rest of my life if it meant I had regular access to Missy’s perfect-in-every-way form.
Maybe I
was being dramatic and I’d come to my senses when this was over but for right now, I liked the feeling of drowning. I wanted to get lost in her. Her scent was intoxicating and she tasted so good. Every sensation of her was pushing me into overdrive. Her moans were so silent I almost couldn’t hear her. We didn’t want to get caught but I wished she’d let lose completely, really show me what I did to her. I wanted to show her what she did to me.
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