It all started about four months ago. I was working alone on a rotating swing/graveyard shift in the oilfields. The company I work for had hired on some extra nighttime security because of a rash of thefts that had been occurring. Now I wasn't alone. This took some of the stress out of my job, and I also had someone to chat with. Turns out we're both 28!
Abby, my security counterpart, is really outgoing. She stood only about 5' 3", short dirty blond hair, a bit of baby fat, and huge knockers. If I had to guess, it would be around a 38DD. She also has a mouth that could singe the ears off a sailor! I can tell you, there was never a dull conversation with her. She's openly lesbian, so girls, sex, and our own experiences were the usual topic.
We started paling around in our off time. This was nice because everyone we knew was either at work or asleep. Her live-in girlfriend worked days, so we were usually by ourselves. I liked to unwind after a long shift with a few drinks, and so did she. Her place was in town, so that's where we often ended up.
We would talk sex, shop, whatever came to mind. Once she told me she was in a car accident a few years back and had constant bodily aches. I offered my services as an amateur masseuse. She declined for fear that her paranoid, jealous girlfriend would flip out. I can't begin to think that I'll ever understand women.
A couple weeks later, she complained that her leg was in serious pain. She told me that the whole thing hurt to move. Once again, I offered my services, this time she accepted. I massaged the pinched nerve at the small of her back and she was amazed that the pain went away instantly. She questioned herself on why she had originally refused my help.
From then on, every spare moment we had, I was invited to care for her aches and pains. I didn't mind putting hands on a pretty girl, even if it had to be purely platonic. I got great satisfaction from relieving her discomforts. It was not uncommon for me to have her shirt hiked up to shoulders and bra undone as I worked on her upper back and shoulders.
I learned she'd had a really bad breakup with her now, ex-girlfriend and so I helped her move her things into a nice apartment across town. It was horrible to see Abby beat herself up like that. She went on a drinking binge that I began to fear she wouldn't recover. After a couple of weeks however, she settled down, got her head straight, and picked up the pieces.
This morning was the beginning of our four days off schedule. After a long and fairly busy night of work, instead of beer, she popped the cork on a bottle of wine she'd been saving. Leaving our coats and shoes at the door, I followed Abby back to her room. She drank a glass as I started on her feet. We chatted about nothing in particular. She told me where she hurt and how bad. It felt like the same routine to me, but little did I know, she had other plans.
She handed me a glass. It was a surprisingly light red wine, kind of sweet, yet a kick as it went down. There wasn't anything on TV, so we continued chatting. It wasn't long before the topic turned to sex. She set her glass aside and took her shirt completely off. This was a first for me. I could hardly keep from staring. Then she stood and dropped her pants. She wasn't wearing her usual boxers; instead, she sported a pair of French-cut bikini panties. I was in awe of the gorgeous body before me.
She picked up her glass, refilled it and sat back on the bed. She put one arm behind her head and sipped her wine. Her breasts were stunning in a lacey pink bra that matched her panties. I could make out the top half of her dark areola. Her nipples strained against the lace as they hardened, much like what was happening below my belt.
She extended a leg toward me. "Could you do my calf?" she asked. I just blinked in astounding disbelief.
"Hello? Alan? You there?" She asked and that snapped me out of my stupor so I worked her calf tenderly, still staring hard, ogling her beautiful body.
"Harder, it's really deep." She instructed. I increased the pressure.
"That's it. Just like that." Her legs were crossed as I worked the calf. Slowly I worked higher toward her knee.
"That felt really great, Alan, thank you." Abby said as she switched legs, telling me without words that I needed to work this one just as hard as the first.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's nice." She said in a low voice, her legs slightly apart now.
I could vaguely see the outline of her quim. In the silence, I could hear my own heart pounding in my ear. The thoughts running through my head were scandalous to say the least.
My now painful erection was screaming to be touched. I had to excuse myself, making a slightly red-faced trot to the restroom in order to take care of the immediate need. I frantically stroked myself to release while the image of Abby burned my brain. When I returned, she was laying on her belly. I knelt by the bed and started on her back. She handed me a pair of satin gloves.
"Put these on," She said as she re-adjusted herself.
I quickly complied and continuing where I left off I hesitantly reached for her bra. I undid the snaps and slid the straps to the sides.
She looked amazing. My eyes were fixed on her bottom. It was perfectly shaped. The panties accentuated the fullness of the globes of flesh. It was very difficult for me to concentrate on her back because my excitement was building again. The sight of her smooth back, and full rear were exhilarating.
The silky smoothness of the gloves was unlike anything I had ever felt. Abby moaned her agreement as I worked her back slowly from her shoulders down.
"Is that good?" I asked when I got to the small of her back, slowly massaging just above her panty line.
"A little lower, the dimples." She answered.
They were barely covered by her panties. I started on top of them. She reached down and slid her panties off her hips. I continued my task.
"That's much better." She sighed, only now I could see the top of her buttocks.
My achingly increasing lust made me bold. I switched to one hand, fingers and thumb working her dimples. I placed the other on the back of her thigh, my thumb almost between her legs, and started rubbing. She let out a moan of pleasure.
I worked her legs a little apart with the rocking and pressure of the massage. She didn't object. I switched legs and pulled them further apart, my fingers inching ever closer to her quim. I could see a small dark spot in between her legs. I thought I had imagined the smell of her sex, but now saw that the wine and massage was having an affect on her.
