I have also been rubbing her shoulders for a short 5-10 second massage, running my hand along her back as I walk past, and have been telling her how nice she looks. Not as in a nonchalant, “Sure you look nice today”, but in a “Wow! You are looking GREAT today! Very nice!!”, excited, proud kind of way. I can see that this really makes her feel special and good about herself. If nothing else, at least my attention is boosting her confidence, and helping her in that way.
The three of us were watching TV 3 nights ago (some Christmas light / decoration show), and we were all sort of lounging around in pajamas/bedclothes. I was wearing a pair of thin basketball shorts and a T-shirt, one of those thin ones that sort of clings you get from Costco. My wife Jeri was in her normal pj pants and top, and Paula had on a pair of loose shorts and a loose top. I could see Paula out of the corner of my eye, rubbing her right shoulder.
“What’s wrong? Shoulder hurt?” I ask her during a commercial break.
“Yeah, I had to do a lot of keying today, so my muscles are out of whack.” Paula works as an office clerk, payroll/accounting stuff, so sits at a des most of the day, so lots of number punching, which uses the 10-key numpad – essentially one arm stretched out, the other just sits there.
“here, let me try” I say, motioning for her to sit in front of me on the floor.
She plops down between my feet, and leans back against the foot of the sofa. This makes me spread my legs open, and I have to lean up to reach her shoulders. I start rubbing and massaging her shoulder while we watch the show. After a few minutes, her head drops, and she sort of slumps forward, hunching a bit. Definitely relaxing now, the knots are coming out. This forced me to scoot up a bit, so that my rear is on the edge of the sofa, and I’m sort of looking straight down at the top of her head. Her shirt is loose, and was not low cut, but had the “scoop” neck that does drop a few inches down below the neckline. She moved just slightly forward, and her shirt billowed out a bit. My eye caught the movement, and I glanced down past her head, and saw straight down her shirt for just a moment or two. She was braless, and her young breasts stood there, firm against the weight of themselves. I stared, transfixed again, looking at her body sexually, desiring it, until her shirt fell back in place and my view of naked breasts disappeared. I could feel my shorts begin to tighten a little bit as my body reacted to my brain’s impure thoughts. For the next couple of minutes, I tried to maneuver her so it would happen again, but to no avail.
This actually made things worse for me, the anticipation was more almost more exciting than if her shirt had opened again. That glimpse was enough to get my motor running, and I could feel my breath shorten, and I could feel a flush starting, to where I am really excited, and I didn’t want my wife to notice that I was becoming sexually aroused. I pat Paula on the shoulders as a sign that I’m done. She arches her back a bit in a stretch, and tosses her head back to look up at me, to say “Thank y..” The back of her head landed squarely on my erect penis. She half-turned her head, with a confused look on her face, and then a slight giggled, “thank you!” I looked away , and sat all the way back, and crossed my legs.