I dip her playfully. “Not like this I haven’t.”
“What are you thinking for tonight?” She sets her bag down and looks me up and down. The thing about leggings is that they’re dangerous whenit comes to women like Blair. She’s all muscles, curves, and things I want to grab hold of.
When she rolls her shoulders, a little grimace on her lips, I ask, “Are you sore?” An idea starts to form.
“Yes, my shoulder blades, and I don’t know what Dylan had me doing this week, but my legs are actually tight.” She grabs her foot, pulling it to her ass in a hamstring stretch, standing on the other leg.
“How about a massage?” I suggest.
She practically melts. “Yes. Let’s do it.”
“Then we’ll order dinner,” I add, not letting her know it might be a late one.
“Perfect,” she says as I reach for her hand, walking her down the hallway and into my bedroom.
Kissing her, I push her lightly down on the bed, before getting the massage oil from my bathroom.
“Wait, you want to use oil? Won’t it ruin your sheets?” She runs a hand over the fabric.
I reach down and take my shirt off and Blair’s eyes immediately go to my chest. Fuck, I love it. “I’ll get new sheets,” I shrug. “You can’t have a massage without oil.” She nods. “Now, lose some layers and lay on your stomach.”
Blair pulls off the crewneck, a light purple lacy bra covering her. Next is her pants where she reveals a matching thong, the same color lace. My mouth is practically watering watching her, standing at the edge of my bed.
She smirks at me before laying down in her bra and panties, turning her head to one side. I stand on the edge of the bed, getting on my knees on the floor—a perfect place to start. I pour a little oil into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it before placing them on her calves, starting with her legs.
As soon as I press my fingers into her skin, one quick pass, Blair shivers, a soft groan escaping as I start kneading her muscles. The tension pushes against me and she lets out that little noise whenever I get to a sore spot.
“God, your hands,” she breathes, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.
“You love these hands, don’t you?” I ask as I reach further, my arms extended and touching the start of her hamstrings, right above the soft skin behind her knee.
“Yessss—” she draws out as I push into her muscles with my thumbs on each of her legs.
I spend a few minutes on her calves and feet, the oil slick and warm against our touch. When I get to the sides, she moans in a way I’m familiar with. She’s so sore that she doesn’t know if she loves it or hates it.
“Were you on a stability ball this week?”
Blair pushes herself up on her forearms, looking back at me over her shoulder. “That’s why! I couldn’t put my finger on—oh my goddddd.” She puts her head back down as I run my knuckles up the side of her calves, trying to release the tight muscle.
After a bit, she settles in, not nearly as sensitive when I touch and I can feel her relax. I move to the bed, in between her feet as she’s sprawled out on my bed.
I warm more oil between my fingers and work the backs of her thighs.
“I’m serious. You’re so good at this,” she says in a euphoric way.
“I’m good at a few things,” I suggest, moving my hands from her legs up to her ass. The thong has her creamy skin on display. Starting on the sides, I incorporate it into the pass I’m doing with her hamstrings—right above her knees all the way to the sides of her ass.
“Why don’t you show me?” Blair tempts and it’s all I need to explore. To see how far we can go. Together.
And then I move away from her legs. I grip her, my fingers holding the sides of her ass, and let my thumbs massage the skin right outside the fabricof her thong. Up and down, harder and lighter. When I pull my hands from her, she moans, not in pleasure but the lack of pressure. I’m not touching her.
“Come back,” she whines.
I take my mouth and kiss the place where her cheeks start, still rubbing her with my fingers. When my mouth touches her, she clenches, for just a second. Switching sides, I mimic my movements and I feel her squirm. Smirking into her, I give a light bite.
“Fuck, Ty.”
“Do you like when I touch here?” I rub my thumbs inward on the top of each thigh, which has them ending up close to her entrance.
