Chapter 15. Stephen D. (Sept 2001)
Replacing the papers in my briefcase, the business of the day concluded, I then rubbed my aching shoulders.
"In pain?" Stephen asked seeing my grimace.
"Just a bit of an ache." I told him. "I've a new car and probably need to readjust the seat."
"Let me massage them for you, see if I can ease the pain a bit."
He was out from behind his desk and round behind my chair in a flash. Stephen's hands gently massaging my shoulders felt divine and I relaxed against the chair back.
"Hmm that's lovely; you have a very gentle and calming touch."
"And you ought not to display so much leg young lady."
Looking up I saw Stephen staring at my legs, the hemline halfway up my thighs.
"I'm hardly young and maybe not so much of a lady." I joked.
Well I was 37!
Stephen, who from the business just concluded I knew to be a widower of 63, moved his hands down to cup my breasts. His breathing was coming in short gasps as he gently massaged them.