Chicken Soup

Chicken Soup

I knew it was important the way she called and asked me if she could come over. Lily was not one who called for favors, usually. I asked what was wrong and she told me it had been a really rough week at work and that things just were not going her way, (meaning that it was a week of all work and no play), and she was really drained from all of the stress. I told her I had plans for that evening and to stop by on Saturday afternoon around two and I would give her a nice long massage to ease the pressure of the workweek. Now you have to understand while Lily and I have spent a great deal of time flirting with each other I was not one to take advantage of a situation and I considered her to be a friend, actually more than just a friend, a true friend. We have spent time talking about almost everything and I knew quite a bit about her, enough to know that what she really needed was something more than just a simple massage.

After we finished talking, I made a quick phone call to another friend of mine and arranged for her to stop by on Saturday a little after Lily was due to arrive. I told her the front door would be unlocked and to just come on in. I also explained what I had in mind and knowing she had been looking to explore her bi side, I was providing her with a chance she did not believe she would ever get. I finished what I was doing about the house and spent some time getting things ready so I could still have time to go to the gym Saturday morning and not worry about things. As you may have guessed I really did not have anything going on but I knew what I need to do.

After returning from the gym on Saturday I set about with the finishing touches making sure everything was just the way it should be. I set up the massage table in the bedroom, lit some scented candles and put a Barry White CD in the player knowing that the deep sensual music he made would set the mood. I set out the massage oils and clean towels just as the door bell rang. Opening the door, I realized just how rough the week had been for Lily. Her normally beautiful face was draw and pale, her eyes dimmed from stress. She stood for just a minute looking at me like she was ready to cry. I took her hand and drew her into a long hug telling her not to worry I had just what she needed and I promised her that before she left she would be feeling like her old self. I led her to the bedroom, the smell of jasmine lightly filled the air and with the window curtains pulled the candles offered a shadowed warmth. I led her through the bedroom to the master bath where a tub of hot water filled with bubbles awaited her and told her to slip off her clothes and climb in as I went to get her a glass of wine. Closing the door behind me I offered her privacy as I went to the kitchen and returned with the wine. Tapping lightly before I opened the door, I caught a glimpse of the curve of her breasts as she slid under the bubbles a soft moan escaping as she settled into the hot water. Sitting in the edge of the tub I handed her the glass and told her to take some time to just relax that we had all afternoon. As I stood to leave she started to protest but I touched her lips and told her to just relax I would be back in a bit.

As I shut the bathroom door I heard the front door open and shut and knew that the second part of my little surprise had arrived. I quickly and quietly went out to meet her talking to her in hushed tones so that Lily would not hear. I lead her to the large walk-in closet where I had set up a chair and of course a glass of wine. She knew the plan and was more than willing to wait quietly until I was ready. After about 10 minutes, I went and slowly opened the door to the bath and saw her just lying there, the wine glass on the side of the tub, barely touched. Her eyes were closed with a look of contentment or maybe it was more of a look of peace, on her face. I grabbed up a big fluffy towel and touched her softly on the shoulder letting her know that it was time to move to the massage table. I swear the look she gave me was almost evil, like I just interrupted her in the middle of having great sex. I smiled to myself knowing that all would be forgiven by the end of the afternoon. I handed her the towel and told her I would be waiting in the bedroom for her after she dried off.

I stood beside the massage table as she came from the bath, towel wrapped around her, her hair falling in a cascade of reddish brown. She was already starting to look a bit more relaxed. I took the towel I had waiting at the table, opened it and motioned for her to get on the table. Lily climbed onto the table and waited until I had covered her with the extra towel before taking off the one she had dried off with. I folded the towel down so the only part of her covered was her buttocks and upper legs. I could see the outline of the sides of her breasts as I took a minute to just look at her. As close as we were and in all the times we had talked and flirted I had never seen her in anything except her work clothes and once and a while in jeans and pull over shirts. I took the oil I had warming and poured some into the palm of my hand and lightly spread it across her back slowly working the muscles. I could feel her starting to relax as I worked across her back and her shoulders, pausing to work the muscles in her neck. I heard an occasional groan as I moved back and forth, never leaving her back without at least one hand resting on her skin.

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