It started as a simple massage but with each appointment, I’ve come to lust for Deana. I’ve seen the way she looks at me, but neither of us have made a move. That is until tonight. Will my erotic dreams become a reality?
I sat on the bed and prepared Deana for her weekly massage. My oil and towel were laid next to her within reaching distance. I lifted up her black top gently and let my fingers glide on her naked chest. She never wore bras because her breasts were very small, almost non-existent. “Mosquito bites” I called them.
I placed her shirt next to the oil as she lay back down and faced me. Her eyes were glued to all my movements, facial expressions and glances. I knew she lusted for me. Her emerald eyes twinkled, trying to undress me in her mind. I had to admit, I have come to lust for her as well.