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“I can help you with the pain,” she offers.
She must read something on my face but she quickly steps away.
“Not like that. I mean I trained as a masseuse when I first left school. If you have any massage oils, Tiger balm or even some body moisturisers, I help your muscles.”
Oh. My. God, if she could take my pain away.
“I know you didn’t mean it that way and I would never expect that of you Sweetpea. I told you, you are safe here and will be treated with respect,” I try to reassure her.
Thinking, I’m sure one of the brothers got me a massage kit as a joke one Christmas, I walk into the bathroom, hunt around at the back of the cupboard, and find the stupid giftset. Coming back into the bedroom, I hand it to Liv and shrug my shoulders.
“One of the brothers gave it to me as a joke one Christmas. Funny fuckers. Been in the back of the cupboard a few years, so not sure how much use it will be.”
She gives me a soft smile and I feel my heart skip a beat. I want her to smile like that all the time.
“It will work fine; it just helps my hands move easier on your skin and relax the muscles. Can you change into shorts or something that gives me access to your back and legs please?” she asks as she leaves the room.
I find a pair of old loose basketball shorts and quickly change into them. I’m sitting on the bed when Liv comes back with some towels from the bathroom. She lays them on the bed from the bottom to the top up the middle.
“Can you lay on the towels please with your head at the bottom of the bed and lay on your front?” she asks.
Doing as I’m told; I lay on the towels on my front and get comfy. Liv stands at the bottom of the bed with my head practically between her legs.
Oh God. I am really glad I’m laid on my front and she can’t see my cock growing hard.
When she leans over and her core is closer, and I bite my lip to stop the groan that is stuck in my throat.
This is going to be torture.
I feel the warm oil hit between my shoulder blades and her hands start to spread it across the top of my back, up to my shoulders and along them. Once she has spread it all, she starts to work the muscles with her fingers. The groan that was stuck in my throat slips free and my whole body relaxes.
“Just relax and concentrate on your breathing,” she says.
Doing as I’m told; I feel my body start to relax more as her nimble hands work the muscles in my back. She’s working her way from my shoulders and neck, down to the bottom of my back. All while my head is still between her thighs. This feels amazing, like angels are dancing on my back. It only feels like minutes but is probably longer when I lose the feeling of her hands on me and I let out an unhappy grumble. Her tinkle of a giggle reaches my ears, and hear the cap of the oil and then the bed drips near my legs. Her hands are now working my leg muscles.
I need to marry this woman.
Her hands are gliding up and down my thighs, working the tight muscles. Once she’s finished with my calves, she starts on my feet.
Who knew having a woman's hands on you in a non-sexual like this, could feel almost as good as sex. I said almost.
“Jesus, Sweetpea this feels,” I tell her as she finishes with my feet and starts back gently sweeping my muscles on my back, then my neck.
Then slowly moving her hands into my hair as she crouches in front of me and massages my head. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t speak right now even if I tried.
“There all done. Does that feel better?” she asks
I struggle for a few minutes to get myself together so I can form an actual sentence and not embarrass myself.
“Jesus Liv. Sweetpea that was pure heaven. You’ve got fucking magic hands, I feel like a new man.”
There’s that giggle again.
“Glad I could help. You go take a hot shower now to relax the muscles further and also wash the oil off,” she orders as she leaves the bedroom.
I remain laying on the bed a few moments, willing my cock to behave enough where I can get off the bed and not make a fool of myself. Giving up, as no way is he going down anytime soon, I get off the bed and gather the towels off the bed. Using them like a shield, I head for the bedroom.
“I cleared out the top two drawers in the dresser for you. If you need hanging space let me know,” I tell her and rush into the bathroom.
