“Rough day?” I asked as we stepped into her office. She shut the door behind us and locked it.
“Better now,” she said. “Just long.” She slumped into her chair and I stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders and neck.
“I love when you do this,” she sighed. “You know how to work out the tension.”
“I’ve been doing it forever,” I said, “I know every muscle in your shoulders and back now.”
“You know a lot more than that,” she said, sighing as I rubbed her neck as well. “I can’t believe that a week or so ago you were in here, and we…we got off together.”
“I know,” I said.
“I never would have guessed that would happen,” she said. “But I’m glad it did.”
“Me, too,” I said, working her upper back under her scrubs. She sighed as I worked tense muscles, her shoulders slowly relaxing. I massaged her neck, moving up and massaging under her ears and her jaw. She had a bad habit of clenching her jaw when she worked. She signed, sinking back into the chair. I was looking straight down her scrubs top and her ample cleavage.
With a jolt, I remember a time when I had rubbed her shoulders at home, and had seen the same amazing tits from this angle. I had remembered feeling ashamed of getting hard from it, but also eager to keep looking. And now, as I rubbed the sides of her neck, I took in my fill of them.
“Did you ever think of it, of us?” I asked.
“I don’t think so, not in a concrete way,” she said. She paused, and then added, “maybe a little.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Oh, it was more like when you’d give me a backrub, and I’d find myself a little turned on. Or sometimes a lot turned on. But I never thought about acting on it. How about you?”
“Well,” I said, “Yes. But it was more like I’d get turned on seeing you, and then I’d feel guilty.”
“Do you feel guilty now?” she asked, shifting in her seat a little.
“No,” I said, running my hands over her collarbones. I gently massaged the top of her breasts, and she shifted again, pulling at her scrubs so the top fell forward. I slid my hands down over her bra, massaging her breasts.
“So, it’s going to be that kind of massage, huh?” she teased. She closed her eyes and let her head back in the chair as I gently slid under her bra, cupping her tits. She sighed, and then said, “I can’t believe I let myself go for so long without getting any.”
“Why did you?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. I just got busy, and then you came along, and I was really busy,” she laughed. “You know me, I have a hard time turning work off.”
“You’re good at it,” I said.
“Thanks, but I could have found time. I guess I just got in a habit, and then I got scared of getting out of it. But now, thanks to you, I think I can get back out there.”
“Dating?” I said.
“Sure,” she said, sitting up. My hands slid out from her bra as she turned around in the chair. “Does that bother you?”
“No,” I said. “I just didn’t know if you’d…if you’d be okay with it.”
“Oh, you mean can you date? Of course you can. And if you aren’t comfortable doing it with me if you have a girlfriend, I won’t take offense,” she paused, grinning, “but since we’re both single right now, I’d like you to take me right now, in this chair.”