Down came my boxers, and I was suddenly completely exposed to my boss again.
Her smile alone thickened my cock, and that made her quietly catch her breath. God, even showing her the goods felt a hundred times more significant than any of the girls I'd been with before. As I dropped my underwear on the pile of my clothes on the nearby couch, and went to pick up the bottle of oil again, I felt a flicker of nerves again - I had never been in a relationship where everything mattered so much. I was really opening myself to pain if Zoey decided to drop me.
Pouring some of the coconut-scented oil into my palm to warm it up before touching her, I tried to repress my fears - they could do no good now. When the pain came, I'd just have to suck it up. Having put her through what I did all those months, I knew I fully deserved it.
"Maybe I'll keep feeling in the mood to reward you if your massage is good."
"Thank you, Ma'am," I said, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice.
"Okay, go ahead."
Facing away from where I stood, she was flat out before me, her skin pale but smooth, and so soft to the touch - even before I started applying the oil. I ran my hands over her back and shoulders, sweeping over her to spread the slick liquid.
"How did your meeting in Annapolis go?"
"Oh. so-so," she said. "There's an insurance company over there I was hoping might be interested in Risk Management, but I'm not sure they're going to bite."
"Insurance firms are getting smacked about by the storms - I've had no luck with them for months."
"They were in International Liability last year, so I figured they might be open to this," she said. "And they seemed to be, at first. Took two hours to tell me their budget was committed through next year."
I was no expert at massage, but I think I was doing okay. I was certainly teasing out some sighs that sounded promising, and even a few moans as I applied the pressure over her muscles, particularly around her shoulders and neck.
"I guess toward the end of the meeting, I got a little distracted," she said casually.
"You did?"
"Oh you know, knowing I had you on hand to brief me when I got back."
"Do you want to go over the rest of the numbers?"
She laughed, "You know I wasn't thinking about the numbers, right?"
I coaxed the muscles in her arms, and she moaned almost as though enjoying a mild orgasm. I wondered if this could become a regular occurrence, and resolved to track down some information about how to actually perform a decent massage, the correct way. On this first occasion, I had only what I'd ever seen in movies and on TV to guide me - and actually, I remembered a girlfriend in college giving me a back rub a few times after a football game, though that had always been more of a pretext for sex.
It seemed like a straightforward way to make Zoey feel good, too. I wouldn't say easy, because although I started off touching her only lightly, I found that applying the pressure seemed to make her moan a little more, encouraging me to push more and more firmly into her muscles. Even with the oil to help me, it was getting to be hard work after a while, but I had this strange idea that if I could only learn what made her feel good, she'd want to keep me doing this.
Oh, guys are so selfish, always thinking about number one. And back then, I was still the same selfish guy, I realize that. But the thing was, what I wanted more than anything was Zoey, and so I found myself putting in a serious amount of effort to make her feel good in the hope I'd keep her.
"Oh God, that feels amazing…"
It wasn't too hard to pick up, actually. I experimented using different parts of my hand, the tips of my fingers, even my wrist and forearm. When something seemed good, I ran with it for a little while before moving on to something else.
"You done this before, Aiden?" she asked. She made me feel so warm inside using my first name now, it seemed so soft, somehow, part of my reward.
"Nope," I said. "First time."
"Seriously? You never did this for a girl before?"
"Never."
"You're pretty good. But seriously? Where the hell did you go to college? The guys were always giving us back rubs - it was an easy way to - "
"Get into your panties?"
"Well, maybe I shouldn't say 'easy'."
I couldn't help but wonder what Zoey would look like in her tennis outfit, with some Ivy League groupies on hand to give her rub-downs after her matches. The jealousy burned inside me, but I found I actually liked the idea that this hot sports girl was now stretched out in front of me, and I could run my hands all the way down her body, almost. Certainly I pushed the boundaries on how far my hands could venture under her towel, anyway.