mPatrick
03-18-2011, 11:01 PM
(Read Part 1) (http://www.sexstoriespost.com/forums/showthread.php/29085-My-Story-(Part-1))
As I was pulling my table out from inside the hall closet, I heard a knock at the front door, then I heard it the handle jiggle before swinging open. I poked my head around the closet door to see April entering my humble abode. I flashed her a quick smile and she returned the favor before I ducked back inside to continue attempting to free the table from whatever it was getting snagged on. No doubt it was the door jam and I was simply too nervous for it to occur to me.
After freeing the table, I dragged it into the living room and recruited Aprils' help to move the coffee table. Not sure why I call it a “coffee table”. I've never had coffee. We moved the coffee table off to the wall, under the living room window. Once I finally was able to get the cover off the massage table, it open right up!
"Okay. I'm going to get something to cover you up with.”
“Do I have to get undressed or something?”
With an uneasy chuckle, I replied; “Well, no. But it would be helpful if you took off at least your shirt.”
I turned around to grab a sheet, I had previously washed, from the pile of [clean] clothes next to my entertainment center. I cursed myself for not having put them away when I finished the laundry -- yesterday. As I turned around to hand her the sheet, she had already removed her shirt, and was sliding her bra into her hands. I don't even think I could disrobe a woman that fast! I was caught off guard.
“April! What are you doing?”
“What? It's not like you never seen a girl naked before, right?”
“Well, of course. But ...”
“Then what's the prob?”
Shaking my head and trying not to stare, I instructed her; “Just get on the table, on your belly. Toss the sheet over you. I'm going to get the lotion and oil. I'll be right back.”
“Okay!” she replied, with that coy smile she sometimes had when up to no good.
I was trying to recall where I last put my “stuff” at when I remembered boxing it up above the washer. I walked down the hall and into the garage. Scanning the shelves, I found the small box that had “mass.” written on the side of it. Good thing I had enough common sense to to label the it. I opened the box and took out my belt and the bottles of oil and lotion. After inspecting the contents, I slipped each bottle into the slots on my belt. Closing the garage door as I exited, I returned to find April laying on the table, as I instructed, and the sheet draped over her. Her shirt and bra were neatly folded on the sofa.
“Okay, I'm back. Scoot up and put your head into the hole on the table.”
Standing on her right side, I took the sheet and straightened it out on her body. Then, I folded it down to the top of her sweat pants. Nervously, I squeezed a small amount of oil into my hand and, while shaking, I laid my hand on her back. The instant I touched her, she damn near jumped off the table.
She yelled; “Holy hell, that's cold!”
I was so shocked when she shouted that I took a few steps back, my hand with oil in it, dripping on the floor. She rolled to her side to face me. Her breasts, so round and perky, gently swayed as she moved. I starred for a moment. Shaking the image before me from my eyes, I looked to the bottle of oil as a distraction.
“I'm sorry! I'll go warm it up in the microwave. It'll only take a minute.”
I turned around, weak in the knees, and escaped to the kitchen. With each step I could feel my knees buckling under me, waiting to give out any moment.
Safely in the kitchen, I opened the microwave, removed the lid off both the lotion and oil, and placed the bottles in the center of the tray. I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and began filling it, allowing the sound of the water flowing from the facet to distract me. I starred intently at the cup as the water line continued to rise. I watched it as the cup overflowed and poured down onto my hand. It took me a brief moment before it registered in my head the cup was past full! I turned off the water and emptied the cup a bit before placing it into the microwave with the bottles. I closed the door, and powered up the microwave. As I watched the tray with the bottles and cup spin around, her breasts kept popping into my head. I couldn't help it. Nothing I could do would get that image out. I slapped myself in the face.
“Get a hold of yourself! It's only a female!” I shouted at myself.
“She's not a female, she's a full fledged, drop dead, gorgeous woman!” I countered.
“And she's in my living room, right now, half naked … wanting ME to touch her!”
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I opened the microwave and grabbed out the bottles, sliding them back into my belt.
I walked back over next to April. I squeezed a small amount of the warm oil into my hand. Again, I shook as I reach my hand out to rub it onto her body. As my hand moved toward her back, my eyes traced her body, outlining every curve. I placed my hand on her back. I stood there, motionless, starring at her – admiring her.
“Well?” she said.
“Oh, I was just making sure it wasn't too hot.” I quickly replied.
I yelled at myself; “Well? What are you waiting for? Rub her body!”
My hand started moving. I moved my hand over her back to her left shoulder. My hands still shaking, I wrapped my fingers around her shoulder and gave a gentle tug. She let out a soft moan of gratification. Using my index finger and thumb, I slid down her left side from her shoulder to her hips. Again, that gentle moan of pleasure emanated from underneath the table. My right hand moved to the bottle of oil and squeezed out more. Simultaneously, both hands slid up her back, wrapping around her shoulder, and pulling toward her neck. I paused for a moment.
“Yes! I'm doing it! I'm rubbing her body.”
A smile of pleasure crept across my face.
As I was pulling my table out from inside the hall closet, I heard a knock at the front door, then I heard it the handle jiggle before swinging open. I poked my head around the closet door to see April entering my humble abode. I flashed her a quick smile and she returned the favor before I ducked back inside to continue attempting to free the table from whatever it was getting snagged on. No doubt it was the door jam and I was simply too nervous for it to occur to me.
After freeing the table, I dragged it into the living room and recruited Aprils' help to move the coffee table. Not sure why I call it a “coffee table”. I've never had coffee. We moved the coffee table off to the wall, under the living room window. Once I finally was able to get the cover off the massage table, it open right up!
"Okay. I'm going to get something to cover you up with.”
“Do I have to get undressed or something?”
With an uneasy chuckle, I replied; “Well, no. But it would be helpful if you took off at least your shirt.”
I turned around to grab a sheet, I had previously washed, from the pile of [clean] clothes next to my entertainment center. I cursed myself for not having put them away when I finished the laundry -- yesterday. As I turned around to hand her the sheet, she had already removed her shirt, and was sliding her bra into her hands. I don't even think I could disrobe a woman that fast! I was caught off guard.
“April! What are you doing?”
“What? It's not like you never seen a girl naked before, right?”
“Well, of course. But ...”
“Then what's the prob?”
Shaking my head and trying not to stare, I instructed her; “Just get on the table, on your belly. Toss the sheet over you. I'm going to get the lotion and oil. I'll be right back.”
“Okay!” she replied, with that coy smile she sometimes had when up to no good.
I was trying to recall where I last put my “stuff” at when I remembered boxing it up above the washer. I walked down the hall and into the garage. Scanning the shelves, I found the small box that had “mass.” written on the side of it. Good thing I had enough common sense to to label the it. I opened the box and took out my belt and the bottles of oil and lotion. After inspecting the contents, I slipped each bottle into the slots on my belt. Closing the garage door as I exited, I returned to find April laying on the table, as I instructed, and the sheet draped over her. Her shirt and bra were neatly folded on the sofa.
“Okay, I'm back. Scoot up and put your head into the hole on the table.”
Standing on her right side, I took the sheet and straightened it out on her body. Then, I folded it down to the top of her sweat pants. Nervously, I squeezed a small amount of oil into my hand and, while shaking, I laid my hand on her back. The instant I touched her, she damn near jumped off the table.
She yelled; “Holy hell, that's cold!”
I was so shocked when she shouted that I took a few steps back, my hand with oil in it, dripping on the floor. She rolled to her side to face me. Her breasts, so round and perky, gently swayed as she moved. I starred for a moment. Shaking the image before me from my eyes, I looked to the bottle of oil as a distraction.
“I'm sorry! I'll go warm it up in the microwave. It'll only take a minute.”
I turned around, weak in the knees, and escaped to the kitchen. With each step I could feel my knees buckling under me, waiting to give out any moment.
Safely in the kitchen, I opened the microwave, removed the lid off both the lotion and oil, and placed the bottles in the center of the tray. I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and began filling it, allowing the sound of the water flowing from the facet to distract me. I starred intently at the cup as the water line continued to rise. I watched it as the cup overflowed and poured down onto my hand. It took me a brief moment before it registered in my head the cup was past full! I turned off the water and emptied the cup a bit before placing it into the microwave with the bottles. I closed the door, and powered up the microwave. As I watched the tray with the bottles and cup spin around, her breasts kept popping into my head. I couldn't help it. Nothing I could do would get that image out. I slapped myself in the face.
“Get a hold of yourself! It's only a female!” I shouted at myself.
“She's not a female, she's a full fledged, drop dead, gorgeous woman!” I countered.
“And she's in my living room, right now, half naked … wanting ME to touch her!”
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I opened the microwave and grabbed out the bottles, sliding them back into my belt.
I walked back over next to April. I squeezed a small amount of the warm oil into my hand. Again, I shook as I reach my hand out to rub it onto her body. As my hand moved toward her back, my eyes traced her body, outlining every curve. I placed my hand on her back. I stood there, motionless, starring at her – admiring her.
“Well?” she said.
“Oh, I was just making sure it wasn't too hot.” I quickly replied.
I yelled at myself; “Well? What are you waiting for? Rub her body!”
My hand started moving. I moved my hand over her back to her left shoulder. My hands still shaking, I wrapped my fingers around her shoulder and gave a gentle tug. She let out a soft moan of gratification. Using my index finger and thumb, I slid down her left side from her shoulder to her hips. Again, that gentle moan of pleasure emanated from underneath the table. My right hand moved to the bottle of oil and squeezed out more. Simultaneously, both hands slid up her back, wrapping around her shoulder, and pulling toward her neck. I paused for a moment.
“Yes! I'm doing it! I'm rubbing her body.”
A smile of pleasure crept across my face.