“Damn, I’m going to have to redo half this crap.” She griped, then leaned back and rolled her head on her neck. I wanted to lean in and grab those big delicious boobs, but I didn’t want to get kicked off the team, or out of school!
I completed my forms, stacked them, and put them on the end-table. Mrs. Madison was still working on Alicia’s form, and had another one after that one. She hunched her shoulders again, and rolled her head and I knew her neck and back had to be aching from the long drive, and the strenuous day.
I took a huge chance. I reached behind her and rubbed her neck, just the way Mom likes it when she gets home from the evening shift, nursing.
I expected to be rebuffed, but Mrs. Madison just sighed, closing her eyes for a second. Then she reopened them and got back to finishing Alicia’s form. After a few moments, she even turned a bit in the bed, almost facing the headboard, giving me better access to her shoulders and back. It also gave her better light from the bedside lamp.
Slowly, I eased my shoes off. I was going to move behind her, and give her a real neck massage. I was good at it. I’d been doing it probably since I was 12, but I wasn’t going to drag my grody shoes onto Mrs. Madison’s bed.
Mrs. Madison finished Alicia’s paper, and set it on the bedside table. “Just one more,” she sighed, then leaned way forward, stretching her back, arms and shoulders, her upper body almost parallel with the floor.
I slid around her, and as she slowly eased herself back up, I put my hands on her shoulders and neck and gave her my A-#1, guaranteed to please, super, Josh-special massage.
“Josh…” Mrs. Madison muttered, with a hint of condemnation.
“You must be exhausted,” I explained, “after driving all day, and then having to redo our work.”
“To say the least,” she answered, back to completing Diane’s form, the last one.
My hands did their magic, rubbing her neck, her shoulders, my thumbs running tiny circles at the base of her skull, the heel of my hands pushing through the knots at the top of her back.
As time passed, I let them wander further, down her shoulders to the top of her arms, down the center of the back, following her spine, then working out to the sides and back up. My thumbs traced the outside of her spine, and I worked around her scapula, massaging the band of creased skin where her bra had been all day.
I looked over her shoulder and could see she’d finished writing. Now her head was just lolling forward while I eased the tension out of her neck and shoulders.
“Mmmm, you’re good at this,” she murmured, rolling her head around and leaning even further forward.
“Mom gets pretty worn out at her nursing job. Whenever it gets bad, I give her a neck massage.” I explained.
“Lucky Mom,” Mrs. Madison said softly.
“You’re back and neck are in knots,” I told her, slowly working on her shoulders again.
“There’s just so much,” she sighed, “the drive here, making sure we have everything in hand, getting the paperwork done, getting to the right places, at the right time, and missing half the orientation day. Then there’s the politics at school, issues at home, just so much crap. It’s just too much.”
She had put down the last of the papers, and was leaning forward. Her legs were still crossed, and she was completely out from under the covers.
“At least this paperwork is done,” I told her softly, sliding to the edge of the bed, and picking up the papers. I shuffled them together, and stacked them back in the manila folder. When I turned back to her, she had slipped back under the covers, and was laying on her side watching me.
“Thanks for catching that, Josh. It’s late, you can let yourself out.” She told me.
“I’m not done with your massage,” I told her light-heartedly, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking down at her. I put one hand on her shoulder and gently kneaded it.
She chuckled. “Oh, I think you are. Look, it’s after 11 o’clock.” But her actions belied her words. She turned away, lying on her stomach, exposing more of her back and shoulders to me.
“You’re right, it is late, I’ll go in just a minute.” I reached across her, slowly massaging her, and easing the covers down her body, as I worked lower. When I reached her lower back, she mumbled. At first I thought I was being given the old heave-ho, but she sighed, and said “That’s good, right there.”
The bottom of her slip ended right where my hands were, just above the top of her light blue panties. The bedspread covered her legs and rear end, until just the top of the panties were uncovered. I rolled the covers down another few inches, exposing most of her barely covered, round butt cheeks. Then I slid my hands under her top and worked my way back up her back. As I went, the material slid up her body, until it could go no further, because of where she was lying on it.
“Rise up,” I told her softly, my hands grasping her sides halfway up her back. She pulled her elbows in, and lifted her torso up, allowing me to slide her slip up to her shoulders, and even over her head. She kept her eyes closed as she lowered herself back to the bed, and I stood alongside her, easing the slip off first one arm, and then the other.
I fully expected to be shot-down any moment, but she just kept her eyes closed, sighing delightfully whenever I massaged a new ache out of her body.
What a beautiful sight. This gorgeous woman, lying on the bed in only her panties, her streaked blonde hair loose, her body barely covered from just below her ass, down.
I climbed back on the bed, and this time straddled her, slowly working my way down her back, working top-to-bottom, side-to-side. As my hands slid down her sides, I could feel the softness of her breasts, and daringly let my fingers wander just a little too far, rubbing the edges of her breasts, not lingering, just completing the coverage.
When I reached her rear, I covered the top, then skipped down a few inches and continued working my way down her legs. I slid the covers off of her completely and worked all the way down her thighs, and worked diligently at her tight calves before lifting her feet, and rubbing them firmly in the arches, achilles, and under her toes. I didn’t want her giggling now, so I was careful to avoid any light touches.
Holding her cute little feet in my hands, her toenails polished red, but the polish chipped on a couple of toes, I couldn’t hold myself back. I kissed the soles of her feet, and then lightly each toe, while one hand held her foot steady, and the other massaged her calf. We’d both been quiet for a while, but she moaned softly as I took her big toe in my mouth, and sucked on it just a bit. I eased her foot back down, and took up her opposite one, giving it the same tender treatment.
When I set that foot down, her feet were now spread well apart. She’d started with her legs tightly closed, but now, I had a clear view up the inside of her legs, to the dark stain that was spreading across the two inch strip of cloth that covered her forbidden mound. I worked back up the legs, paying more attention to the inside of her thighs than before. As I took more liberties, my thumbs caressing the edge of where her panties ended between her legs,
I again wondered if my teacher would put an end to this. When she didn’t I was afraid she’d fallen asleep, and would wake up and give me hell. I finally massaged that delicious round ass, and when she didn’t stop me, rolled her panties down and rubbed her bare ass cheeks. She moaned, and then murmured “Oh God,” and wiggled herself into a more comfortable position.
I stood up, and slid her panties down her legs. She pulled her legs together for a moment, allowing me to remove the panties, then spread them even further apart than before, when she set them down.
I pulled off my shirt, and pulled down my sweats. I was naked, standing over the nude, spread eagle body of my teacher. My heart caught in my chest, and for a moment I didn’t have the courage to proceed. Just for a moment.
Once again I straddled my teacher’s legs, only one this time, and massaged her from her ass to the top of her head and back down again. But now my lips followed my hands, and I kissed and tasted her whole body.
On the way down I continued to her feet, kissing and tasting her, but carefully avoiding her most sensitive and off-limits areas. Then it was back up her legs again, working up the inside of her thighs, and finally I was at her hips.
I massaged and kissed, kneaded and licked her ass and legs, working from the outside in, slowly approaching the crease in the middle. Her legs were wide, and my fingers brushed the lips of her soaking slit. I could smell her strongly, and it was like a drug, making my heart race, removing all thoughts from my head except conquering this body before me.
My fingers spread her open, and my tongue reached out and touched her, softly. Then caressed one side, then the other. My thumbs eased down and spread her lips, exposing the pink within, and my tongue traced down the middle, tasting her essence, lingering at the top before crossing that small area of skin and tracing across the puckered star of her butthole.
I licked her the same way again, and on the third pass she moaned out my name.
I was not a virgin. Far from it. But I’d never had a woman so exposed to me as this. My previous conquests were cute enough, and willing enough, but this was a woman. A beautiful off-limits woman, who I had lusted after for two full years. And she was naked, underneath me, moaning out my name.
For the next several minutes I teased, played with and explored this high-school Goddess. I let my fingers enter her, up to three at a time. I used my tongue as another digit, penetrating as far as I could. I savored every moment, every feeling, every taste.
But eventually this was not enough. My cock ached, and I wanted to bury myself inside her. I climbed off my lovely toy, and carefully rolled her onto her back. Her eyes were wide open, watching me openly, almost curiously. She didn’t say a word, just slid back into the middle of the bed. Her large breasts settled to the side, her nipples large, dark brown, and topped by hard little nubs.