Chapter 8: Who Was Steve

‘The hostel had a basement running right through it,’ Christine began as Lewis reached her waist. ‘It was empty, so they were going to convert it into more bedrooms.’

‘Steve was about fifty,’ she told him, ‘He was a local builder who was doing some preparatory work ready for the main work force to start. He’d been around for a couple of months and had seen me sitting in the garden.’

As she spoke, Lewis had massaged all over her panties, including over her hairs without any reaction. As she continued, Lewis moved on down the front of her bare legs.

‘He got into the habit of coming out and sitting with me,’ Christine told him with a smile, ‘Whilst he had his lunch. He used to bring some extra and share it with me. He was a lovely person and we got on well.’

‘On days when the weather was iffy, I would sometimes go into the basement, and we’d sit there together having his lunch. He was easy to talk to just like you, so I had told him about my mum when he asked why I was living there.’

‘I imagined that if my dad had lived, he would have been nice like he was.’ Lewis had reached her jeans and slid them off over her feet. Christine lifted her feet up to help, an excellent sign of how relaxed she was getting.

When he moved back up the front of her legs, he asked, ‘If you met up with Phillip again, do you think you would still feel the same about him?’ Christine thought for a few moments. ‘Yes,’ she said as Lewis massaged her thighs. ‘Although people change, I can’t see him being any different than he was then.’

‘Although,’ she added as Lewis moved onto her panties ‘He would be a reminder of life in the hostel, it would be a reminder of the one happy part.’

As Lewis massaged all over the front of her panties, she lay relaxed, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. As he moved off onto her stomach, she opened her eyes and looked at him. ‘I would never have believed I could do that,’ she said. ‘Not only do it but enjoy it.’

‘That’s excellent,’ Lewis told her, ‘It’s possible by the time we’ve done your back and your front once more we could be solving your problem.’ As he said that he was massaging her breasts accompanied by some more ‘mmms’

Reaching her head, he massaged it, then took his hands away. Smiling at her, he said, ‘You’ve done well. When you turn over, I’ll go down your back once more. When I reach your bra strap, I’ll get hold of it and pause. Unless you say ‘Stop’ I’ll undo it then massage your back without anything in the way. When I reach your waist, I’ll take hold of your panties and pause. Again, unless you say ‘Stop’ I’ll massage your cheeks directly on your skin. All accompanied by more questions naturally.’

‘When you’re ready, turn over then tell me everything you know about Steve.’ Christine turned over. She was undecided if she could do what Lewis was asking, but one thing she knew for sure. If she did say stop, Lewis would stop.’

Lewis massaged her head as she began. ‘He was a widower. He had a son and a daughter who were both married and living abroad. The eldest was the son who had a little girl aged five. He obviously doted on her although he didn’t get to see her very often.’

Lewis moved down her back and reached her bra strap. Taking hold of it each side of the hooks, he paused. Christine continued in full flow about Steve, so he undid it and put them to the side. Returning to her shoulders, he massaged all the way down her back.

‘Steve is an all-round builder,’ Christine continued, ‘He works for himself but on this job, he was subcontracted to the firm that was going to do the bulk of the alterations. He had to do all the fiddley bits that would otherwise hold up the main team when they started. He told me he loved his job. But when he finished the job at the hostel, he was off to visit his grandaughter in France for a few weeks.’

By now Lewis had reached her waist, taken hold of the back of her panties and paused. As Christine carried on talking, he lifted it up and slid his hand in, massaging each cheek in turn on the skin. Then coming out, he went down the back of her legs.

‘Did he ever touch you in any way?’ Lewis asked. ‘No never,’ came the immediate reply, then she corrected herself. ‘Oh yes, twice. Once on my birthday when he gave me a hug,’ she told him, ‘And the day he was leaving he gave me a hug, kissed me on the cheek and wished me a happy life.’

Lewis had returned up from her feet and massaged over her panties, then pulled the back down below her cheeks. Massaging both cheeks at the same time made Christine cry out happily. As he moved up her back he told her, ‘Your bra is loose, so when you turn over, it will probably fall off. I will massage on your skin down to your waist then go inside your panties and do the same. When I am massaging inside, either going down or back up, if you feel relaxed enough, lift your hips so I can slide them off.’

‘I will then massage from your feet to your head on your skin with nothing in the way. If you manage to do that, then when I reach your head, we will be able to sort out your problem.’

Reaching her head, he took his hands off and said, ‘Turn over when you feel ready.’ Christine was scared about the idea of being naked, but the top bit didn’t bother her anymore, much to her surprise, so she turned over almost immediately.

Her bra straps, which were loose on her shoulders, slid down during the move, so although her bra was still over her, it had slid down far enough to just about expose her nipples. Resisting the urge to pull it back up, she lay still. By now she was realising she was in safe hands. Plus, she now felt sure that a solution to the problem she had struggled with since she was fourteen, was about to be sorted.’

Lewis smiled at her, ‘Well done,’ he said, ‘I know you found that hard, but you did it. Just like very shortly, you will be able to tell me exactly what happened to you. Then together we can solve it once and for all.’

As he rested his hands on her head, Lewis said, ‘This last part is the most important so I’m not going to ask any questions as I go down. So, close your eyes and relax.’

Christine closed her eyes as Lewis massaged her temples, then moved down onto her shoulders. Her bra straps were down by her elbows, so her shoulders were clear.

From there he moved on down over her breasts. As he moved down, as his hand touched her nipples, the side of his hand hit her bra. Then as he moved down, her bra was pushed down with them. Once he reached the top of her stomach, he slid the straps right off her arms and put her bra over with her other clothes.

Moving on down her stomach to her waist, he took hold of the top of her panties and paused for a few moments. Christine still felt relaxed, much to her surprise, but her heart was beating fast. She suddenly realised that she had no intention of saying stop.

A few moments later, Lewis slid his hand down inside and massaged her abdomen. Far from the terror that she had expected, the feeling it gave her was so lovely. She looked at Lewis and smiled at him, ‘That feels wonderful,’ she told him.

Moving down, Lewis massaged through her hairs, then down slightly between her legs. Christine couldn’t stop herself drawing her knees up a little, allowing her knees to fall apart at the same time so Lewis could massage deeper.

As Lewis’s hand slid over her hairs directly above her opening, she couldn’t stop herself crying out with pleasure. Then as Lewis started to draw his hand out, she found herself lifting her hips as if she had no control over them.