“As tempting as whatever this is, I do need some time,” I said. My assumption was that she was going to give me a blowjob to help me relax.
“Shh,” she said, pushing me toward the bed. “Take off your clothes and lay on your belly.”
I stripped out of my jeans and polo shirt, then laid flat. Ginny was rummaging around in her closet. She tossed her wig over to the bed, then I heard her changing. When she came out, she was holding a bottle of something and wearing a nurse’s outfit. The sexy Halloween kind.
“This was not what I expected,” I said with a laugh.
“Doctor,” she said in a sultry voice. “This patient needs ten CCs of relaxation.”
The bottle in her hand was massage oil, I realized as she poured some onto my back. It was cool to the touch, but when she began rubbing it around with her palms, it warmed up nicely.
“Ohh,” I moaned as she began massaging my upper back. “That feelsreallygood.”
“I took a class on massage therapy,” she explained. “Just in case I needed a side-hustle as a masseuse.”
“You went in a totally different direction.”
“Notthatdifferent!” she giggled. “Now shut up. You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
She started on my upper back, then moved down to the lower, and then focused on my butt. Not in a sexual way, but in a legitimately relaxing manner, digging the heels of her palms into my thigh and working her way up. Like she was rolling out dough. Between the skilled work of her hands, and the soft sound of her breathing, I was soon almost half asleep.
After massaging my arms, she told me to roll over. I was half-hard already, but she didn’t pay any attention to my dick. She worked on my pecs, then my shoulder, then down to the tops of my thighs. She dug into the heel of my foot, then rubbed oil between each of my toes.
And in spite of everything… it worked. All my personal problems melted away under her touch. I cracked an eye open and watched her as she devoted all of her attention to helping me feel better, and I realized she cared about me. More than just a working relationship.
I care about her, too, I thought.As much as anyone can care about someone they only met a few weeks ago.
It was true that I had fallen in love with every woman I had ever met. It was my blessing and my curse, something that I was used to. But this felt different. Less fleeting, and more solid. Like the foundation of a house being built.
It almost scared me.
“Are you relaxed?” she purred at me.
“Yeah,” I said, voice groggy.
“Do you mind if I turn on the camera?”
I shook my head, then heard the click of the remote as the video began recording, but there was no other difference. Except that she had put the wig on when I wasn’t looking. Slowly, she leaned over my body until her crimson hair was draped on either side of my face, a curtain of red protecting me from everything in the world.
Her kiss was tender. It held what felt like a lifetime of care and emotion.
I was as stiff as could be when her fingers finally caressed down to my manhood. Slick with oil, she began rubbing me in long strokes. It felt like heaven as I laid there, perfectly relaxed, as this angel of a woman pleasured me.
Ginny, I thought, gazing up at her gorgeous face. I wished she wasn’t wearing the wig, so I could see her as shereallywas, but I couldn’t find the words because what she was doing to me was too much to ignore.Oh, Ginny.
I felt a familiar tingle between my legs that I was about to come. I wanted to get up, to take over and come onherthe way I knew her fans wanted. I’d done the research. But I was paralyzed with pleasure as she stroked me faster, seeming to sense my impending climax, soft moans escaping her lips as she breathed deeper.
I arched my back and erupted like a volcano. Load after load shot out over her fingers, the milky white evidence of my desire for her, but she didn’t slow down. She kept stroking until I was done moaning and trembling. Until I finally became still. And when I had, she leaned down and licked the last little bit of come from the tip of my cock.
The video turned off with a click.
I started to get up, but she cleaned me off with a towel and crawled into bed with me. I rolled toward her, a huge smile on my face.
“Have you been cured?” she asked in that same sexy nurse voice.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I think I’m going to need another dose in ten minutes.”
“I’m not sure your insurance will cover it,” she replied, “but I’m sure we can find a way for you to pay me back.” She giggled at her own cheesy porn dialogue. “You seemed like you needed that.”