Chapter 8: Shannon II

Wendy let me know when Shannon was ready. I came out and saw Shannon had towels over her back and midsection. I could see she still had her full-size panties and bra straps showing.

I said, “Shannon, is it your left leg?”

She said, “Yes, it’s the calf muscle,” pointing towards it.

I said, “I’m going to start out easy, so it feels better slowly. If I do it too fast, it just aggravates the aching muscle. We don’t want that.”

She echoed, “No, I don’t want that.”

I picked up the hurting leg and delicately stroked her calf muscles from her heel to her knee with my fingertips.

I then started using different techniques to work the leg over. Shannon was happily sighing from time to time. I switched to the legs and repeated everything.

After doing the other leg, I spent 10 minutes working on each foot. I massaged each toe, rubbed her soles deeply, and the arches. Then worked the top of her foot from the toes to the ankle.

I kept alternating her feet. I could tell she loved all of my ministrations. All the while, Wendy had been explaining to her what I was doing.

After that, I started on her left leg muscles again. I worked on two-thirds of her lower thigh and did not get near her naughty zone yet. I worked those muscles for quite a while.

I don’t think she knew. I could clearly see her panty-covered camel toe between her legs. It was plainly visible, and I could see its shape in clear definition. I smelled her. She was getting excited by my touching her body in a friendly, non-confrontational way. Her husband reportedly had been too rough.

When I switched to the other leg again. I could see her outer pussy lips had begun to pooch out, and she was showing a big wet spot at her opening.

She had not said anything yet, so I slid my hand to her right butt cheek and dug in a little. I had slid right under her panties.

“Shannon said, “No, you shouldn’t. My behind is nasty.”

Wendy said, “It’s not nasty. It’s just another part of the body. It would be best if you had this therapeutic massage to loosen up all of your muscles. It will greatly improve the quality of your life. When’s the last time you felt comfortable and relaxed all over?”

Shannon said, “Never.”

Wendy and I exchanged winks. This was all part of our plan, even the bullshit we were using on Shannon. The woman needed a pleasant sexual experience so she could achieve a little relaxation in her life. It’s all about balance.

Shannon has had unsatisfied needs for over a decade now. Her husband had only made it worse for her, much worse. She had been repressed so much that she was ready to blow. Better an orgasm than an angry fit where she lashes out at someone.

Sadly, she does not have it in her to do that. The alternative might be a psychiatrist and pills - or worse.

Wendy said, “There you go! It would help if you had a good, relaxing rubdown. You are quite overdue for some relaxation. This is why Sam and I are always so happy and perky.”

“Bill knows how to mellow us right out. His massages do wonders. We’re against drugs and booze to relax. This is a much better method, and you will feel more comfortable and content afterward.

I shifted to her side and opened her legs wider to massage the inside of her right thigh. I was enjoying this. Shannon has long, big, feminine legs. Her body odor is exciting. It’s very different.

I had put a jockstrap on to maintain a little decorum under my shorts. Her thighs were so fucking soft, I spent a lot of time on them and her ass cheeks. From that position, I transitioned to the other side. I shifted over her, purposely dragging my body over hers. I started on the other thigh.

I went to town massaging both ass cheeks simultaneously. I used oriental chop motions. Her cheeks jiggled and shook while I did the chopping motions. I moved up to the back of her head. She was breathing hard enough that I thought she wanted a break. I don’t think she knew I had wound her sexual clock up tight.

She was getting antsy and wanted to get up and be finished, but Wendy told her we were only halfway through. We had to do the front, too. This was a long, time-consuming massage. Stopping halfway would be ineffective. She needed to hang in there longer to get the best effect.

I gently pulled her ears, massaged her scalp, and then down the back of her neck.

Then I started on her shoulders and upper back. The towel was in the way, and Wendy talked her out of it. I did each arm and hand and then her shoulder, and as I got near the bra, Wendy leaned over and unsnapped it for us.

Shannon said, “Hey, I don’t want Bill to see my boobs. I think you guys are maybe getting a little TOO naughty now.”

Wendy said, “Not at all. Bill needs to get to the muscles in the middle of your back. It’s all merely a part of you. It’s just a body, dear. Everyone has one. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I don’t know about this ... Ohhhhh...”

I had started massaging her. I gently ran my hand down the middle of Shannon’s back and pressed on each vertebra. A couple of them popped for me.

Wendy said, “See, didn’t that make you feel instantly a little better?”

She said, “Oh daannggg ... It felt so good when that spot in the middle popped.”

I could tell she needed this. Shannon had so much tension inside her.

I continued to work my way down her spine. Then I grabbed her butt cheeks and worked them over energetically again. Eventually, I got a little lower. I accidentally on purpose pulled and tugged a little close to her labia from her lower butt cheek area near her asshole.

I didn’t touch her pussy, but gently tugging at the nearby muscles gave her a semi-sexy workout. I could now smell her need.

Shannon said, “Ohh, ummmmm, God ... I didn’t know. Wow, this feels so good, mmmmm...”

I could tell by her voice that I had her close. She was getting near popping off.

I almost laughed out loud. I had to hold in my laughter. I knew I was gently masturbating Shannon towards orgasm; one slow, sneaky step at a time.

Wendy has a big smile watching me pull my shenanigans. If Shannon only knew we were doing this on purpose. She would be mortified. She needed this, though. It was therapeutic.

I returned to her back and worked on both sides for a while using the oriental chop motion. (You use both hands, cupped together, and gently chop her back muscles. Each finger vibrates during the downward chopping motion.) It adds a quiet ‘clop-clop’ sound as you go along, kind of like a human vibrator.

Afterward, I used my hands together to pull and dig into her back. She was as limp as a dishrag when I finished this part of the massage.

Wendy said, “Turn around, Bill. Shannon needs to turn over now.”