It was a chilly Wednesday evening in June. I was looking forward to seeing you, as I hadn't been able to visit Canberra for work, for almost a year.
I had arranged to meet you, my old friend and occasional lover, in a city pub after you had finished work. I chose this particular pub because we knew it had nice cosy booths and a roaring open fire.
I arrived early and was lucky enough to secure a comfortable and somewhat secluded position near the fire with a 2-seater booth. Knowing that you like both wine and quality imported beer, I chose a nice bottle of Pinot Gris and a Stella Artois beer.
As a pleasant surprise for you, I had them waiting on the small table alongside me, so you had free choice after your exhausting work day.
A short time later you arrived looking stunning in your retail ‘black’ skirt, jacket and knee-length black leather boots, accessorised with a bright blue silk scarf around your neck. Our eyes smiled as we met, and we hugged and kissed each other on the lips. It was lovely to see you after such a long time.
You sat down alongside me and said, "Hello Raif, it's such a treat to see you again, it looks like life has been treating you well."
I sipped my wine and you chose your Stella Artois beer and we chatted about our respective days at work.
I loved the way you put your hand on my thigh as you talked to me. Occasionally you unconsciously rubbed my thigh as you looked into my eyes. I was never quite sure whether you knew how arousing and distracting that was for me but I wasn’t going to say anything in case you stopped doing it!
Another drink followed and we ordered a platter of tapas to enjoy with the wine and the warmth from the fire. You removed your scarf and jacket and made yourself comfortable alongside me.
I couldn’t help noticing that you were wearing black stockings and as I placed my hand on your thigh I could feel the unmistakable outline of a suspender belt. I must confess to becoming slightly aroused as I momentarily imagined you sitting there in just your lingerie. Maybe it’s only men who have those thoughts?
You were in no hurry to be home that night as you were collecting your daughter from the bus station around 11pm. She was returning from an interstate trip with some of her friends.
I noticed that a couple of times you flexed your left shoulder as if it was giving you a bit of pain.
When I questioned you about it you shrugged and said it was nothing, just that you had been moving some heavy boxes of files around today at work and it was just a tiny bit sore.
“Well… How about a massage?” I suggested.
“Mmm, that would be nice, but where, when, how?” you replied.
As luck would have it, the company I do some work for has an apartment on Grosvenor Boulevard. It gets used when they have interstate or overseas clients visiting Canberra. I happened to have free access to it, and I knew that it wasn't being used until Friday that week.
I explained, and said, “How would you feel about taking a bottle of sparkling wine and some nibbles back there and, as a bonus, I have the phone number of a masseur who might just be available to do a visit tonight?”
“Why not then? Let’s finish our drinks and head round there,” you replied.
As we entered the apartment on the 7th floor, I suggested that you unpack the nibbles and drinks while I fired up the heating and called Martin to see if he was available. I had visited Martin at his massage salon in Toorak some time ago.
He was certainly very good at what he did and more than that, he was very easy going, and a gentleman who knew how to hold an intelligent conversation. Our luck was in; Martin would be with us in 45 minutes.
The apartment was beginning to warm up and so were we. We stood by the window and admired the view across the illuminated city, as we sipped our wine. My hand was around your waist and my fingers were inside your skirt's waistband. I could feel the soft skin of your sexy arse.
You put your drink down and turned to me, seductively winking at me and whispering, “Kiss me,” coquettishly.
Who was I to argue? I wrapped my arms around you and planted my lips on your luscious glossy pink lips, as my hands gently caressed your back and neck.
You have very sensuous lips and we stayed locked in passionate kissing for some time, our tongues intermittently dancing in each other's mouths. You pressed up close to me and my erection must have been obvious to you, as you provocatively moved yourself against me.
Oh, damn that felt so good! I slid my hand down between us and inside the waistband of your skirt and lace panties. I loved feeling your ‘landing strip’ of manicured pubic hair.
I felt you breathing in to allow my hand to probe further, my fingers just reaching the velvet-soft folds of your beautiful moist pussy. I gently stimulated you and eventually removed my hand and brought my fingers to my mouth and nose. You smelled so alluring, and tasted so sweet, as I sucked your juices from my sex-honey coated fingers.
The apartment doorbell rang; it was Martin. I pressed the button to allow him access to the lift. A couple of minutes later he knocked on the door, and I let him in and introduced him to you.
He shook your hand politely and asked us where we would like him to set up his portable massage table.
“I think right here in the lounge will be fine,” I said.
“OK,” said Martin, “Give me 5 minutes or so to set myself up and then we can talk about what you’d like me to do for you.”
“Hey Bianca,” I said, “Would you like to use the master bedroom to get ready? There’s a bathrobe in there that you can change into if you like.”
"Only if you come with me, Raif! I know how you enjoy watching my slow striptease as my lingerie is removed," you said, with a seductive look.
By the time Martin had set up you appeared with me from the bedroom wearing a long white fluffy bathrobe. You looked so sexy and inviting…
“So, what would you like me to work on?” Martin asked.
“Well, it’s nothing major really,” you said, “just some strained muscles in my left shoulder, but other than that I would really enjoy just a relaxing massage from top to toe.”
“No problem, I can certainly do that for you.” said Martin. “I just need to use the bathroom so, while I do that perhaps you’d like to lie face down on the table and make yourself comfortable. There’s a towel there to cover yourself with.”
Looking directly into my eyes you teasingly slipped the bathrobe off your shoulders, knowing how much this would excite me.
Then, turning your back to me, you let it drop to the floor, revealing your gorgeous skin. You were wearing nothing now, except for a pair of sheer black lacy panties.
I offered to hold the table steady for you as you climbed on and got comfortable.
You whispered, "Enjoy the show, Raif."
Reluctantly, I draped the modesty towel across your gorgeous firm derrière, but not before giving it a playful pat and a cheeky rub of your inner thigh. I have to admit I did get a sexual thrill at seeing this, being a voyeur.