Chapter 7: A Pig at the Trough

Kaye felt excited at the idea of her front being massaged but she was sure she’d have to say pass at her waist, nice as the idea of being even more relaxed seemed. She lay back down and Lewis massaged her head.

‘Go.’ she said a few moments later. As he massaged the front of her bare shoulders Lewis asked, ‘What happened after your dad’s funeral?’ Kaye opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Lewis’s hands had moved down onto her breasts. Even over her bra the sensation and the feelings were electric. She froze as she savoured it.

It wasn’t until his hands had moved off her bra, over the tiny bit of bare breast below it and onto her stomach that she managed to speak. ‘For the first week I carried on as if nothing had happened,’ Kaye said. ‘I went to school and in the evening, I searched through all of dad’s papers. I collected together anything that looked official.’

‘I found two hundred pounds in a tin, so I took that for food. I knew all the main bills were paid by direct debit, so I found his bank statements and decided there was enough in the bank for at least three months. There was a short will too leaving everything to me.’

As Lewis reached her waist, he took hold of the top of her jeans and paused. Kaye had been so thrilled with the sensations his massage over her breasts had given her, she remained silent. He counted ten to himself then undid her top button. As he slid the zip down there was no sign of any release because she was so slim. As he carried on massaging over her jeans Kaye continued.

‘I took the will and all the papers to see the solicitor who had drawn the will up. He said he would sort it all out for me, but as I was a minor he would have to put everything in a trust fund for me. However, I would be able to ask for money to support myself.’

‘I left that for him to deal with and life went on ok for another week. Then a lady from social services turned up one evening. She asked me all about what had happened then told me I wasn’t allowed to live on my own because of my age.’

As Lewis reached her feet and started up again, she continued without a break. ‘Either I’d have to go and live with a relative, be fostered or go into care. She said a relative was usually the best option rather than go to a strange place. I told her I only knew of one relation, and I hadn’t seen them for years. She took their address and told me she shouldn’t really leave me alone, but as I seemed to be coping so well, a few more days wouldn’t make any difference.’

‘Three days later she returned to say I was to go and live with my mum’s cousin and his wife. So, I rang the solicitor and explained what was happening. I asked him to sell the house and deal with everything for me. I gave him my new address, packed up all my stuff and the next morning she arrived, collected me and brought me here.’

As she was speaking, Lewis was moving over the front of her jeans. As his hand passed over the small patch of exposed panties Keye let out a cry of delight at the sensation it sent running through her. Then she continued, ‘On the way she said she’d have to notify the council the house was empty.’

‘I didn’t understand why the council needed to know, I assumed that it was something to do with council tax. I told her I had dealt with everything regarding the house and that dad’s solicitor was going to sort out all the final bills and send me what was left of the three thousand pounds in his bank account.’ ‘Well done,’ she said, ‘That takes a load of work off me.’

Then as Lewis’s hand passed over her bra again, plus the small patches of bare breast above and below her bra, she couldn’t stop making more happy noises. She couldn’t believe how wonderful all the feelings were that he was giving her.

‘Arnold was at school when we arrived,’ Kaye continued, ‘So Uncle Clifford and Aunty Laura welcomed me and showed me my bedroom. We sat and had a coffee round the dining table with Joyce whilst some forms were signed.’

‘Because of Kayes age,’ Joyce told my relatives, ‘And the small amount her parents had in the bank, you will get a benefit of around twelve hundred pounds a month until she is eighteen. That is for food, accommodation, clothes and some pocket money.’ She took the bank details for Uncle Clifford’s account where it would be paid into.’

Lewis reached her head and told her to turn over. ‘When you do,’ he said smiling at her, ‘I’ll go down your back again. This time you’ll have three options. When I reach your bra strap, I’ll pause and hold it. If you say ‘Pass,’ I’ll continue. If you don’t, I’ll undo it. If I undo it, I’ll immediately return to your shoulders and massage all of your back with nothing in the way and no questions. That will let you concentrate on enjoying it, which you will find even more relaxing.’

‘When I reach your waist, because your jeans are now loose, I’ll take hold of the back and pause. If you don’t say ‘Pass,’ I’ll massage your cheeks inside your jeans over your panties.’

‘If I do that, then when I’ve finished your cheeks, I’ll massage the back of your legs directly on the skin as far down as your jeans will let me. If when my hands are stopped by your jeans you want me to continue on your skin, just lift your hips up.’

‘If you do that, I’ll slip your jeans down so I will then be able to massage all of your legs directly on the skin. Now, whilst all of those will make the massage even nicer, only you can decide if it’s going to relax you as well. So as always here, the choice is yours. Choose any of them, all of them, or none of them, it’s entirely up to you.’

Kaye turned over, her head in a turmoil. She could imagine the pleasure all those options would give, but would she be able to accept them?’ ‘Carry on with your story,’ Lewis said as he massaged the back of her head.

‘She handed all three of us a card.’ Kaye continued. ‘If you have any problems, you can contact me on this number,’ she said. ‘I’ll be in touch in three months’ time, just to make sure all is well. Good luck.’ she said as she shook hands with me. ‘Thank you for taking her in,’ she said to my aunt and uncle. Then off she went.’

In between answering, her mind was still in a whirl thinking of all the options. ‘Oh, Go,’ she said, suddenly realising that Lewis was still massaging her head.

As he moved down onto her bare shoulders, she continued, ‘Once she had gone, I asked, ‘What’s happening about me going to school?’ Uncle Clifford started rabbiting on about education and Aunt Laura evidently hadn’t a clue. ‘I presume you’ll go to Arnolds school.’ Uncle Clifford said suddenly as he rejoined the conversation at our level.’

‘Probably,’ I said, ‘But I can’t just turn up on their doorstep.’ That seemed to stump them, so I said, ‘Would you like me to go in this afternoon and find out what we have to do?’ ‘Excellent idea.’ they both said, evidently relieved.’

As Lewis reached her bra strap, he took hold each side of the clip and waited. Kaye felt his hands stop massaging and take hold. She struggled with what to do. She so wanted to feel the all over massage, but could she cope with it. ‘It’s only a tiny strap,’ she told herself, ‘It’s hardly going to make any difference.’

Lewis had counted to ten to himself and hearing nothing he deftly unhooked the strap. As Kaye felt it go loose and her breasts relaxed, she felt a lovely sensation go through her. She felt her straps moving out to the side, then Lewis’s hands sliding them off her shoulders.

He started massaging her shoulders even more gently and slower than previously. As he worked his way down her back the feelings going through her were sending her wild. ‘How can this be so different?’ she thought to herself, ‘The strap covers such a tiny area.’

By the time Lewis reached her waist she was in another world, one of total relaxation and delight. She felt him take hold of the back of her jeans and lift them slightly. She lay there feeling completely at ease and knowing she was incapable of speech.