Chapter 8: A Primitive Urge

‘I’m sure you’ll soon pick it up if I show you how,’ he said, ‘Why don’t you come for a month and see how you get on?’ ‘I accepted like a shot and started the following Monday.’ Then she went silent again as she enjoyed the amazing feeling of a man’s hands massaging over her breasts.

When he reached her head, Cliff smiled at her and asked how she was feeling. ‘Amazed.’ she told him. ‘The feelings you’re giving me are really lovely, but even more amazing is that it doesn’t seem to be bothering me that a man is running his hands all over my body.’

‘That’s good,’ Cliff said, ‘It shows we’re getting there. Now in a moment I want you to turn over and continue your story. When I go down your back you’ll have three options. The first one is when I reach your bra strap. I’ll take hold of it and pause.’

‘Say nothing and I’ll undo it. Say ‘Pass’ and I won’t. If I undo it, that will take all the pressure off your chest. I will then massage from your shoulders to your waist all over every inch, with nothing in the way and no questions. When I reach your waist, because your jeans are loose, I’ll take hold of the back and pause.’

‘Say ‘Pass’ and I’ll carry on over the top of your jeans. Say nothing and I’ll slide one hand down inside your jeans and massage your cheeks directly over your panties. I’m sure you’ll find that exceptionally relaxing. If I do that, I’ll give you another even nicer option on the way back up.’

‘Turn over when you’re ready.’ Jade turned over and lay there with her heart beating in excitement. Cliff massaged the back of her head and told her she didn’t need to say go anymore as she was getting very relaxed. He massaged her head for a few moments.

Then he moved down onto her shoulders. As he massaged them, he told her to carry on. ‘The first week,’ she told him, ‘I felt useless. I hadn’t a clue what I was doing. But Mr Holdsworth was so nice and so patient with me. By the following week I was answering the phone, even when he was out.’

Then she paused as Cliffs hands reached her bra strap. As he took hold of it each side of the hooks, she felt waves of excitement going through her. She remained silent and soon after felt Cliffs hands undoing it. She had often dreamt how it would feel if a boyfriend did it.

But now tonight it seemed twice as exciting. As the pressure around her breasts disappeared, she let out a contented sigh. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders sliding her straps out to the side. Next both of his hands rested on her shoulders even lighter than previously.

He massaged slowly and gently all the way down her back moving all the way across so that nothing was missed. She felt like she was in heaven. It took her a few moments before she realised that he had reached her waist and was waiting, holding the back of her jeans.

She seemed to have lost all her reservations and just knew she wasn’t going to speak. Then she felt the back of her jeans lift up, followed by a gentle hand sliding down inside over her panties. She let out a happy moan which changed to a scream of ecstasy as Cliff started massaging one cheek.

Then she gave another one as he moved over and massaged the other cheek. She thought it couldn’t possibly get better until his index finger pressed gently down into the bottom of her crack and slid slowly up until his hand was out.

All the time his finger was moving she was moaning in happiness. Then he massaged over the top of her jeans. ‘By the end of my trial month,’ she managed to say as he moved down onto her thighs, ‘I could do a lot more. Mr Holdsworth told me I’d learned well, I was now very useful to have around and if I’d like to make it permanent, he’d love me to stay.’

‘I’ve been there ever since, I learned a lot more in the following years. I enjoy working with him, but I enjoy what I do as well.’ Then Cliff reached her feet. ‘I’m going to go back up now,’ he told her. ‘I’ll massage your cheeks over your jeans, then I’ll go inside again.’

‘After massaging each cheek over your panties, I’ll draw my finger up your crack like last time. If you do nothing, I’ll carry on up your back. But if before my finger comes out of your jeans you lift your hips up, I’ll slide your jeans down to just below your cheeks.’