Page 21 of Blame It On The Reindeer

I was about to respond, but before I could, he hit a trigger, and I yelped in pain.

“Yeah, I thought this might be the case,” he said more to himself than me. “Do you mind if I position myself above you so I can get a better grip on this?”

“That’s fine.”

I felt the bed dip as he climbed up and over me, his legs straddling mine. I tried not to think about how amazing it might feel if we were naked and he was slamming into me from behind.

“Do you mind if I remove this?” he asked, pulling on the back of my bra where it clasped. “I don’t want to get it gross with the oil I’m putting on your shoulders, and I would like to get in deeper without it being in the way.”

“Sure.”

His fingers moved lightly over my skin as I felt him undo the clasp before sliding the straps down my arms. He didn’t bother taking it all the way off, just enough that my entire back was bare for him.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hands as they worked my sore, tired muscles. He shifted his position slightly as he began focusing on my lower back, the stiffness of his erection brushing against my ass in the process.

I swallowed hard and squeezed my legs together to keep from getting turned on.

“If you want to take your sweats off, I’ll do full body and work on the spots where you keep getting cramps from those boots you wear.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I answered, knowing that once my pants came off, it would be all over. I would give in and allow this man to do whatever he wanted to me.

“I know I don’t have to. I’m offering. I’ve seen how you walk after taking them off, and you definitely need it.”

I sighed heavily, knowing he was right.

“Okay. If you’ll close your eyes, I’ll turn around so I can get them off.”

“If you trust me, I can take them off without you having to roll over.”

I nodded and held my breath as I felt his fingers glide over my skin as he pulled them down.

I expected him to start at the top and work his way down to my feet the way other massage therapists did, but instead, he started with my foot and worked his way up. His fingers kneaded the pads of my feet, making me squirm with how good it felt while also hurting at the same time.

He released one foot, then moved to the other before massaging my legs and thighs.

“Do you want me to massage your ass?” he asked, his voice deeper.

“Is that something you typically do in a massage?” I replied, all of my brain cells on a permanent vacation from how relaxed my body was already feeling.

“If they want it, yes. Do you want it?”

Want it? Like, as in his cock? Yeah, I wanted it. I wanted it real bad.

“Want what?” I asked, hoping for clarification. How was I already this distracted?

“Me to massage your ass,” he replied with a chuckle. “You’ve been a real pain in my ass, so I can only imagine I’ve been one in yours too. I’m happy to alleviate some of that tension for you.”

“Well, since you’re the one who caused it, go right ahead.”

I should have known that him massaging my ass would mean that my panties would have to come off—but again, I wasn’t thinking. My body was on fire as he grabbed the top and pulled them down my legs, moving his body along as he did, definitely getting the perfect view of my pussy along the way.

I wanted to cross my legs and hide myself from his view, but the moment he squirted oil on my ass, I was gone. There was nothing left to fight at this point, and it was better just to accept the sweet, delicious torture that was headed my way.

His fingers gripped my ass firmly, then his palms flattened as he used deep strokes, stretching the muscles.

“Oh my God,” I whimpered, enjoying the sensation as he relieved tension but also getting super turned on by how close he was getting to my pussy.

“Do you want me to go harder?”

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