Rex rubbed his hands together to warm them and stepped up behind the chair. Olga was quite attractive, blonde, and slightly older than he was, small firm breasts, thin, but not skinny she looked great. She had told him she was a dancer in Russia before she left and she still had the body of one. Her rear was firm and nicely shaped, lean legs and a narrow waist. He glanced down at his own belly and wondered how he ever went to seed so badly. Years of rugby and then nothing was his only answer.
Slowly he started his massage, running his hands over her smooth skin. Olga relaxed slowly. Having a strange man touching her was not normal, but Rex was very good with his hands. Slowly the pain lessened, Rex let his hands drift to her shoulders. Gently he traced the stiff muscles down across the straps of her bra. As he worked the tension out soft moans escaped Olga's lips. Was she aware that she was doing it he wondered? Olga felt the tension seeping from her, slowly being replaced by something else. A new tension centered between her legs. Her husband was going to have to do something about that when she got home tonight, if only she could drag him from his work for long enough. She slumped back in her chair and moaned again.
As Olga slumped down Rex found it more difficult to keep his hands on her shoulders. Slowly he worked down her sides and across the front of her collarbone area. Olga moaned again and her legs spread slightly. Her miniskirt prevented much movement, but Rex noticed. He would have to stop soon, but he couldn't move for now, his erection was far too visible to step out from behind her. He continued his massage while trying to make small talk. "Did you sleep poorly last night? Were you on your back or side?" Nothing seemed to help; all he could see was her slightly parted legs and pictures of her sleeping in a skimpy nighty.
His hands moved slowly across her sweater, down across the shoulders, along her upper arms and across the front and back up to her shoulders. Rex began to try to figure out how to get out of the room without Olga seeing his erection; if she saw it surely he would be in trouble. She could complain and he would be fired for sexual harassment. He had to do something. Distracted from what he was doing his hands slid down her arms and across her chest. Her gasp brought him back to the present and he realised he was holding a breast in each hand gently massaging the firm flesh.
"OH my god! Olga I am so sorry!" He started to say as he withdrew his hands.
Olga was on fire by this point, her husband had never been so gentle and arousing when he stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples. "Don't stop" she managed.
Rex moved his hands back to her breasts and pulled gently on her hardening nipples. Slowly his hands found their way under her sweater and bra. Olga's nipples stood to attention and fire seemed to shoot straight from them to her pussy with each tweak and pull. Rex dipped his head to her nipples and sucked one then the other. Olga gasped and said, "Oh my god, never has that felt so good." Her hand dropped to his pants and felt the already hard member there. It felt good to her; it was larger than her husbands. Just once she could be naughty. As Rex sucked and played with her nipples she eased his zipper down and freed his cock. Her hand moved up and down the firm shaft, yes it was longer and bigger around than she was used to.
