Chapter 2

It was three weeks later when I saw Wendy. I had been to London on the train. I got off at the local station, and as I walked across the carpark, I heard my name being called.

I turned, and there she was. She walked over and kissed me on the cheek. That took me back, even after she had given me a hand job in her massage room. She still had a good post-holiday tan.

“Hi Zak, it’s good to see you!” she smiled.

“How was Spain?” I asked.

“It was good; the weather was great, and the company was good as well,” she smiled.

“That’s good to hear!” I replied.

I was worried she was going to say something about what had happened.

“Look, we need to talk about what happened,” she said. I could not tell from her face if she was angry or happy about the extra service she had supplied.

“Okay, did you want to talk about it now?” I asked

I was sure she was going to tell me I was not welcome to see her again.

“No ... not here; it’s too public. Why don’t you come round for a massage tomorrow, and we can talk about it at my place?” she smiled.

The smile still didn’t tell me much at all

“Okay, if you are sure,” I said, “What time?”

“Let’s say around 4 o’clock?” she said, and with a smile, she walked away.

I tried not to over think things that night, the fact she had invited me around told me that at least she was not that angry but I was not sure I would be getting a replay.

I worked the following morning and around 2ish I had a shave and a shower. I got dressed and with a dab of aftershave I left the house.

I pulled up outside Wendy’s house, and the front door opened before I got out of my car.

Wendy was nowhere to be seen; I stepped inside, and the door closed behind me.

She was dressed in a dressing gown that showed a lot of cleavage.

“Hi, Zak, “she smiled

“Hello, Wendy!” I replied, trying not to gaze at her gorgeous tits.

“Let’s get to the massage room!” she said and led the way. Her dressing gown was almost seen through, so much so that I could tell she was wearing a thong.

Her big bum bounced nicely as she led the way. Once in the room, I saw that there was a bottle of wine in a cooler on the table, with two glasses. Wendy poured us both a glass and we chinked before each taking a sip.

I was not sure where this was going. Wendy must have sensed my worries, and she smiled at me.

“Right, fella, why don’t you get undressed, and I can massage your stress away, “she said with a lilt in her voice. I put my wine glass down and headed toward the dressing room.

“Oh, there is no need to go in there, we don’t have any secrets now, do we?” she smiled that coy smile.

Fuck it, I thought; she was up for it, and so was I.

I kicked off my shoes and started to strip off. I hung my shirt over the back of one of the chairs and then slipped out of my trousers. I put them on the chair. Wendy was watching every move I made. I took my socks off and threw them onto my shoes.

I was now dressed in just my boxers, and my cock was making a tent out of them. Wendy made no secret of the fact she was eager to see my cock. Her eyes were glued to the bulge that my dick was making in the fabric.

I slipped them down, and my erection bounced into view.

Wendy gasped, and I looked up to see that she was licking her lips.

“Errmm right, hop up on the bed for me!” she said with a catch in her voice.

I got on the bed and lay face down. I heard Wendy taking a gulp of wine.

Then, there was a sound like a pair of curtains being opened. I had no idea what it was, and I didn’t have time to turn around.

I heard oil being poured onto my shoulders, and Wendy started to work her magical hands over my skin. She worked her hands over my shoulders and down my arms.

I lay there and enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. Wendy worked the oil into my skin, and her hands stroked over me, over my ribs, and then down my back.

She poured more oil onto my buttocks and worked her hands around the firm flesh. Several times her fingers slid down the crack of my arse, and more than once, she brushed over my balls.

The room was quiet, the sounds of hands-on flesh and our breathing the only noises to be heard. The feeling of Wendy kneading my glutes was so nice I felt my cock reacting.

She worked on my arse for a good ten minutes before she moved off to massage down my left-hand thigh. She worked on my thigh for a while, and I felt her hands brush my balls a couple of times. Then she worked down over my calf and down to my ankle.

She worked up my right leg, over the calf and spent some time on my thigh.

Again, her fingers brushed over my balls with a feather-like touch.

What she did next took my breath away. I felt each of her hands clench a buttock, and she opened them wide to expose my arse. I felt something dribble onto my arse; I knew it had to be saliva as her hands were busy. Then she pressed her face into my bum, and she was kissing my arsehole.

Her tongue flicked softly at first, teasing, barely there. Then, it got deeper, more deliberate. Her hands gripped my thighs, keeping them spread wide as she devoured me.

I gasped, and Wendy giggled. She stopped kissing my ring piece for a second

“You like?” she asked.

“Oh Yes ... yes, I like it!” I replied, and she pressed her face into my buttocks and started to lick and lap at my little chocolate starfish. She kept rimming me for a good ten minutes, and from the grunts and groans she emitted from her; she was enjoying it as much as I was. My cock was throbbing with anticipation.