Chapter 7: Sandra Reveals Her Dreams

Sandra had dreamt so often about lovely times with the boyfriends she knew she would never ever have. She had grown to accept it as a fact of life. But now she couldn’t stop herself hoping against hope that Lewis was going to find an answer to everything that was affecting her life.

As Lewis moved on down her legs, she looked down her front at her wide-open jeans. ‘Lewis will be able to see my panties.’ she thought to herself. Sandra had become such a private person over the years that she couldn’t understand why she was feeling so relaxed about the idea.

‘Lewis may be young,’ she thought, ‘But he’s still a man. Not only that, but he’s a man I only met for the first time an hour ago and look at me. It’s impossible. I must be dreaming.’

‘What was that for?’ Lewis asked with surprise as he saw her reach over and pinch her arm, then cry out with a very loud ‘Ouch.’

Sandra blushed. ‘I’m lying here half naked, in full view of a man I only just met. He’s massaging all over my body. Not only does it feel lovely, but I don’t feel at all frightened or concerned. I decided that I must be dreaming so I pinched myself.’

Lewis smiled at her. ‘I guess from the painful ‘Ouch’, you now accept that you’re not?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ she agreed with a lovely smile, ‘Isn’t it wonderful.’

He just smiled as he moved up over the open front of her jeans. The feeling as his fingers touched part of her panties sent amazing shivers through her that she had never experienced before. But of one thing she was sure, she wanted to feel them again.

As Lewis moved back onto the bare skin of her stomach she gave another happy cry. ‘Carry on where you left off.’ Lewis instructed. Sandra had to think hard to remember.

‘I like my job so I’m more than happy to stay there.’ she resumed, ‘Also, when times were bad at home, being in work and meeting loads of nice people was a lifesaver. Even the few awkward ones where an enjoyable challenge.’

As Lewis moved up over her breasts, she had to stop once more just to savour every little bit of the pleasure it was giving her. When his hand moved from her bra, to pass over the small patch of bare breast above her bra she couldn’t stop herself wondering what Lewis’s hands going all over her bare breasts would feel like.

She was so deep into what she was imagining that Lewis had to say twice, ‘Turn over now.’ Returning with a start, she blushed again as she remembered what she had been dreaming, then she turned over.

As Lewis massaged the back of her head, he told her, ‘There will be more questions. Also, when I reach your waist, I will pause like I did on the front.’

‘Say pass, and I’ll carry on down over the top,’ he told her. ‘Say nothing and I’ll massage inside your jeans directly on your panties. There’s no need to say go anymore,’ he told her, ‘I’m confident that you will say stop if you need to do so now.’ He moved down onto her shoulders making her cry out happily again.

As he massaged her bare back he asked, ‘When you were in secondary school, how did you get on with the boys?’ ‘I didn’t not get on with them,’ she told him, ‘But I never really mixed. I was never any good at or interested in sports. I think that turned a lot of them off me.’

‘Neither was I very bright at most of the subjects. I think most of them simply labelled me as someone to be avoided. There was one boy who was also a bit of a loner, and we would chat in the playground occasionally. But he lived way across the island. He used to travel in each Monday and stay with relatives. Then he’d go home on Friday so there was little chance to socialise out of school.’

‘Plus, I was never into clubs and discos. I did get invited to a couple of birthday parties occasionally and at one when I was fifteen, I got kissed by a boy as we were leaving to go home. I didn’t even know him and from the way his pals were laughing at him afterwards I wondered if it might have been a dare.’

‘I didn’t mind, I’d enjoyed the kiss and the experience. It helped my dreams.’ At that point she became aware that Lewis’s hands had stopped and were holding the back of her jeans.

Her heart was pounding as she struggled to decide. In the end she hesitated so long that Lewis took it as an ok. He slid his other hand down inside.

As Sandra felt his hand sliding in, she was on the point of screaming stop when such a lovely sensation flowed through her. Starting on her cheeks it seemed to flow on down deep inside her. Then as Lewis’s hand moved over onto the other cheek she had to cry out in ecstasy. Her happy noises continued until Lewis slid his hands out and massaged over her jeans on his way down her legs.

Sandra found that nice too, but nowhere near as nice as on her panties. As he moved down her legs Lewis asked, ‘Have you met any men at work that you like?’

‘When I first started,’ Sandra told him, ‘I was cleaning rooms. I was either working on my own or with one other, usually a girl. It was always a race against time so there wasn’t much chance to socialise.’

‘Also, it wasn’t long after I started work that mum died, so I had no interest in anything for ages after that. Then dad went funny, and evenings out were impossible.’

‘After he died, as I was working on the front desk, we were separate from the rest of the staff so social contact was rare. Those working close to me were generally much older. By then I would have been too scared to accept any invitations anyway.’

‘As Lewis started back up her legs,’ he asked, ‘Can you tell me when your dad started behaving differently?’ ‘Mum died in the March,’ Sandra told him. ‘For the next six months or so during the summer dad carried on working.’

‘I don’t know what he was like at work, but at mealtimes he hardly spoke and afterwards he would either sit listening to the radio or if the weather was good go and sit in the garden.’

‘Given his previous attitude to me it hardly made any noticeable difference. Those six months were dull but peaceful. He never complained about anything. In fact, he rarely spoke.’

As Lewis massaged over her cheeks on her jeans, he told her that when he reached her waist, he would repeat his massage inside unless she said ‘Pass.’ As she lay there enjoying the feelings she was getting, she already knew she would remain silent.

As Lewis took hold of the waist and paused, her heartbeat increased. Then as his hand slid down on her panties over one cheek she screamed out with delight. ‘When I’ve done both cheeks,’ Lewis told her, ‘I’ll try and do the backs of your legs on your skin as far down as I can until your jeans stop me.’

‘If you want me to keep going any lower you will need to lift your hips so I can slide them down. But like everything else in here, that is up to you.’ He moved over and massaged the other cheek, Sandra still crying out in ecstasy. ‘Is this the sort of thing I’ve been missing?’ she was asking herself.

As Lewis moved on down onto the bare skin of her thigh, she let out another howl of delight. He didn’t get far before his hand was trapped by the leg of her jeans. As he drew his hand out, she felt so disappointed.

He moved his hand over to the other leg and went down the same. This time she remembered what he had said. As his hand came to a stop she lifted her hips.

Lewis took his hand out and slid her jeans slowly down to her ankles. ‘Relax again,’ he told her. As she settled down flat feeling such excitement inside, she screamed out louder than before.

Lewis had rested both of his hands on her panties on both her cheeks at once. Then he had immediately started the most gentle and sensuous massage she had ever felt. ‘Oh, that’s wonderful,’ she called out, ‘I could never have imagined a feeling so nice.’

Lewis stayed on her cheeks for a while then moved slowly down the back of her now bare legs accompanied by a lot of happy noises. She was enjoying it so much Lewis didn’t ask any questions.