One day, they were standing around talking during a break in the action, and she told him how much her shoulders hurt. James mentioned that he’d had some training as a healer and offered to see what he could do.
Expecting some kind of massage therapy, Diane agreed to let him try, and turned her back to him as he held his palms close together in a way she had seen him do several times before.
“Just relax,“ he said, as she felt his strong hands begin massaging her shoulders, working out the kinks, but there was more to it ….. As he held his hands just touching her shoulder, she felt a tingling warmth spreading out from where his hands were. It was a very relaxing feeling; but when he moved up to her neck, it was like a jolt of electricity going through her body. He was just barely rubbing her neck, but his tingling fingers were touching all the right spots; making her gasp with barely concealed pleasure as her body reacted to his gentle touch.
Her knees buckled slightly and her hardening nipples strained against her bra as the tingling warmth moved down her spine to reach her rapidly moistening slit. It felt so good, and she couldn’t help wondering if he knew how much he was turning her on. The tingling intensified as he continued working on her neck, and the passion she felt intensified with it. It felt so good on the back of her neck, she started to wonder how it would feel if he were doing the same to he swollen clit. She tried to put that thought out of her mind, but her mind wasn’t the only thing reacting …. Her shoulder felt better, but this wasn’t about sore shoulders anymore, her loins were on fire like they hadn’t been in years and she was about to have a mind-blowing orgasm right there in front of everybody.
James stopped just before she had reached the point of no return and leaned over her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her ear as he asked if she felt any better.
She managed to find enough breath to say, “Yes. Thank you.”.
‘If he only knew how good I feel right now,’ she thought, her head spinning with lustful thoughts. Her whole body was trembling with desire, and her pussy was incredibly wet and throbbing wildly.
She stood there for a moment watching him walk away, then ran upstairs to the restroom where she fingered herself to a shuddering orgasm.
That evening she kept herself busy, doing chores around the house and cooking dinner but she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what happened earlier. She could still feel her friend's fingers gently rubbing just the right spots on the back of her neck, driving her into a sexual frenzy like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The problem was that he hadn't finished the job; and she was getting more turned-on as the evening wore on, just thinking about what could have happened if they had been alone together.
After taking a shower, she stood nude in front of the mirror wondering if James would really want to make love to her if she offered him the chance. After twenty years and three children, her curves were a little softer and fuller than they used to be, but her breasts were still firm and full, with long nipples that stood out proudly, begging to be sucked and fondled.
”Well, maybe I’m not Cheryl Tiegs,” she thought to herself with a smile, “but I think I still look pretty good for my age.” As her eyes moved lower, they fell upon the blonde patch between her thighs, and she wondered lustfully if he’d ever had a “real” blonde.
That night, she had a vivid dream about an unseen lover crawling under the sheets of her bed in the middle of the night. He teased her with his hands and his tongue until she begged for more; then impaled her on the stiff rod of his manhood, his deep thrusts pounding her mercilessly until her cries of passion drowned out the sound of her husband‘s snoring a few feet away.
When she woke up in the morning, her whole body was tingling with passion. Her panties were still in place, confirming that it had been just a dream; but the fact that both her panties and the sheets were soaked with her juices attested to just how intense the dream had been.
Later that morning, she and James were standing by her work bench, talking like they did every morning while they waited for the buzzer to sound.
James looks at her, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What?”
“You haven’t put your safety glasses on.”
Giving him something of an evil grin, “Do you look me over every morning?”
With a sly smile, James says, “Oh … I’ll never tell.”
Smiling back, “Is that good or bad?”
“Hmmm …. Let’s just say you’ve been the star of a few hot day dreams.”
“Oh really …?!?”
“Yeah … Really.”
“Well, I need to go get something,” she says as she slips past him, making sure to “accidentally” brush her breasts against his arm as she does so.
The rest of the day, she can barely focus on doing her job as her head swirls with lustful thoughts about how much she wants to help him fulfill one of those hot day dreams.
“But how would I do it?” she thinks to herself. “Getting him to stop by the house after work, because I want to talk to him about something in private, isn't a problem … we’ve done it before. The problem is how to go about it from there. Granted, it's much more about raw sex than it is about romance, but this isn't some guy I’ve just met in a bar, where there might be some kind of expectation. We’ve been throwing little remarks around for years, so short of stripping for him, would he even take it seriously if I offered it to him?”
The day passes quickly and soon Diane finds herself waiting nervously for James to stop by. She feels a little guilty about the prospect of cheating on her husband; but at the same time, she‘s very turned on after a day of flirting and teasing. She has spent all day daydreaming about how much she wanted him to make love to her, to fulfill both of their dreams, and how it just might happen if she doesn‘t change her mind first. Just then, she jumps a little as her little fantasy world is shattered by a knock on the door.
James sits on the couch, and after the usual small talk, he asks what it was she wanted to talk to him about.
“What was it you did to me last yesterday?”
“It’s called Reiki. It’s a healing technique I learned a couple years ago. Did it help?”
“Oh, it made my shoulder feel better, but it did more than that …” Taking a deep breath, she adds, “I don’t know what you did, but it turned me on like I haven’t been in years.”
“So you and Gerald had a wild night last night?”
“Oh, I had a pretty wild night, alright … but only the guy in my dreams. I can’t remember the last time Gerald has touched me.”
“Well, let me know if you need something a little more memorable.”
“Hmmm … That sounds inviting … Do you think you could handle it if I offered you the chance?”
“Hmmm …. No problem. But then, you realize you would be spoiled for life …. No mere mortal would ever satisfy you again.”
“Yeah, right!! Maybe we should find out. Hmm??”
“Bring it on, baby. If I thought you were serious, I’d rip your clothes off right here and now.”
Moving to stand in front of him, she hesitates for a moment, then pulls her t-shirt over her head, revealing her lacy black bra as she lets her shirt drop to the floor.
She stands in front of him with her hands on her hips, “Do I look serious now?” she demands in a mock serious tone.
“Oh, I don’t know …” matching her mock serious tone. “Keep going and I’ll let you know.”
Rolling her eyes playfully, “I think you just want to see my boobs.”
“Oh, I’ve never denied that.”
Climbing onto the couch, she kneels in his lap. Slipping her hands behind his head, she leans forward, burying his face in her soft cleavage. Seizing the invitation, he begins licking up and down her soft crease, probing down inside her bra with his tongue just touching her hard nipple; causing her to moan with pleasure. After a few minutes of this, she pulls his head back up to face hers.
Kissing him gently, she says softly, “I know what you want, now what‘s in it for me?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something you would like.“ Grabbing her buns, he pulls her closer, where she can feel the growing bulge in his jeans. As their lips meet for a long passionate kiss, he starts gently caressing her back with both hands, savoring the feel of her soft skin before reaching up to undo her bra. Once the strap comes loose, she leans back a little so he can slip it off her arms and toss it aside.