Henry paced his massage studio impatiently, waiting for Fiona to show up. She wasn't even running late - he was just really eager for his little sister's best friend to come through the door. Sophie had called him earlier in the day asking for a favor; could he please work his magic and help her friend Fiona with her back? She had tense muscles in her back and Sophie wanted to give her a massage for her birthday.
Henry, of course, made a show of reluctance. It was only natural; his sister was notoriously bad with money and wouldn't be able to pay his normal rates. Not to mention, he really didn't want her to figure out just how desperate he was to get his hands on Fiona's tight little body.
The girls were four years younger than Henry, but that hadn't stopped him from noticing just how hot Fiona was. Her long, wavy chocolate brown hair and bright blue eyes alone would have been enough to stop a man in his tracks. Couple that with soft, olive skin, slender limbs toned from dancing, perky tits, and an ass other women would kill for and you could forgive Henry his permanent case of blue balls around her.
Two weeks ago, after eating dinner at his parents' place, he had been rooted to the floor outside Sophie's room listening to her talk to Fiona on the phone - plotting how they would get her cherry popped. It was a mystery to him how Fiona could make it almost to 22 without getting laid. He had gritted his teeth in frustration and disappointment when he considered the possibility that she wasn't just shy around him, but probably all guys. He had always thought it was adorable how she would go all quiet around him, but apparently his one clue that she might have a crush on him too had nothing to do with him.
So, when Sophie called begging him for a favor, he made a show of grumbling before relenting. There was no way he was going to pass on his one chance to put his hands on his little sister's hot friend.
She knocked on the door, right on schedule and slipped into his studio looking a little out of breath and slightly bewildered.
"Hey birthday girl! You ready for your massage?" he asked her, trying to sound like it was any other appointment.
"H-hi Henry - I don't know. I've never had a massage before," she stuttered adorably.
"Well, there's not much to worry about," Henry replied as he showed her to the massage table. "You can put your clothes on the chair over there and I'll be back in a few minutes. Get yourself comfortable on the table and I'll be right back."
"S-sure." Fiona blushed, unable to meet his eyes and missed the wicked smile on his face as he walked out and closed the door to give her privacy.
He waited right outside the door, counting the seconds till he could walk back in without scaring her off. His cock was already pulsing in his pants with anticipation, and his heart felt ready to leap out of his chest. Finally, he knocked lightly on the door to give her a heads-up and walked back in to find her lying naked, face down on the table.
He stifled a groan at the sight of her gorgeous skin on display in the soft lighting. Her head was resting on her forearms, giving him a spectacular view of side-boob. Her body looked absolutely flawless, covered in nothing but a white towel across her hips.
"So... Sophie mentioned your back is feeling a bit sore lately?" he asked as he moved to stand by her head.
"Yeah, we started working on a new dance routine last week and some of the twists involved didn't agree with me."
"I'm sure we can sort that out," he replied. Looking over those long lean legs, he suggested a full work-up and hoped like hell she'd say yes.
"Sounds good to me." She seemed to have settled down a bit now that she didn't have to do anything but lie there, but there was still a hint of breathless anticipation to her as she agreed.
Making sure to warm the oil between his hands first, he gently started to massage her shoulders in slow, firm circles. When he kneaded the tendons and moved down to her shoulder blades, she couldn't hold back a pleasurable groan. Once her shoulders felt looser, he moved to her spine and ran his thumbs up and down along her spinal column before spreading out to do her sides and ribs. He desperately wanted to brush his fingertips against the sides of her tits, but he was sure she'd freak and run out if he tried anything.
Just getting to touch the girl he had been lusting after for years was a dream come true. After about 10 minutes of loosening up her tight shoulders, he could feel her practically melting into the massage table. If it hadn't been for the occasional moan, he'd almost be convinced she'd fallen asleep.
As he moved on to massage her calves and thighs, he felt like he could finally start to enjoy the sensation of his hands running over her smooth skin; as long as he'd been standing by her head, there had been a risk of her opening her eyes and seeing his very obvious hard on. Standing by her feet there was no way she could see his cock's desperate fight for freedom, and he could enjoy the view of her long, slim legs that ended in the hottest ass he had ever laid eyes on.
Knowing full well that her little dancer's body had never been touched by a man before he was desperate to "accidentally" work the towel covering her hips and ass up far enough to catch a glimpse of that virgin little pussy.
Based on the sounds she was making as he worked her thighs, he couldn't help but wonder if she was getting wet under that annoying towel and if she would stop him before he got to the point where he had her dripping on the table.
He gave her some long, firm strokes up her legs, starting at her ankles and gradually working his way higher and higher up her thighs. By the time his fingertips were almost at the swell of her delicious ass, he was practically holding his breath, hoping she wouldn't object or ask him what the hell he was doing.
Taking a chance, he slid his hands sideways to work her inner thighs and the moan that slipped from her lips was almost enough to have him rip through his pants. His cock was begging him for relief, and he could hardly believe his luck that he finally had his hands touching Fiona's luscious skin.
She seemed fine with having his hands so close to her pussy, and he gradually worked his way onto her ass. As his hands moved higher up, so did the towel and he could finally see that pink little pussy in all its glory. Her legs were a little too close together for him to see it properly, even standing at her feet bending over the table, so he got back to kneading her thighs for a while so he could gradually push her legs further apart.
Five minutes of painful patience later he had her splayed on the table exactly how he wanted, and she had made no objection to any of his actions. She seemed completely blissed out and was completely malleable by now.
