The following night Lisa was stand-offish. And I had never seen her dress so conservatively. Instead of her usual one-piece suit, she wore a baggy sweatshirt and matching shorts. Beneath the shorts she had on a pair of silver metallic tights. Aside from my imagination and memories, there was no way to really appreciate what a fine body she had. âAre you mad about something,â I asked. âNo,â she snapped. âLetâs just do the workout.â Usually Lisa didnât do all the same exercises and machines to the extent she made me work, but this night she worked hard beside me, as she corrected and supervised my procedure. Several times during the session I asked why she was obviously upset. She simply refused to answer. By the time the session was complete we were both drenched in sweat. When we got to the stretching mats I got more forceful. âLisa. This has gone far enough. What is wrong? Please talk to me,â I pleaded.
âNot here,â she said. And without completing her stretches she rose and walked in a direction opposite the locker rooms. I followed her quick pace down a hallway and up a flight of stairs where we came to the small rooms of the resident masseuse. We were finally alone.
âYouâre right,â she started. âThis has gone far enough. I donât feel comfortable with what we have been doing.â
âDo you want quit,â I asked disappointed.
âNo, thatâs the problem. Iâm loving it, âshe said. âBut it just isnât â¦. I donât know. Iâm really confused. To begin with, I am not a lesbian. I just let guys believe that because I donât like them chasing me around all the time.â Tears came to Lisaâs eyes as she continued. âAnd whatâs more, I have never been with a man. All these feelings I have been having are all new to me. They make me feel like a common tramp. But the worst thing of all is, I like it. I like making you excited. I like showing off my body to you. I want to have sex with you. You donât scare me like other men do. I guess you could say I was a late bloomer. Boys werenât interested in me in school and I wasnât interested in them. Thatâs probably how the lesbian thing got started. But now I donât know what to do.â
I took Lisa in my arms and gave her a fatherly hug. She sobbed gently against my shoulder. âLisa, itâs alright,â I consoled. âThese feelings you are having are perfectly normal. You shouldnât feel bad or guilty because you find yourself aroused. Surely you have friends that talk about sex. I am sure they arenât embarrassed about getting turned on. I am flattered that you find me desirable, but I certainly wonât force anything you donât want. If we stop today, I will be disappointed, but I will survive. And some day you will find someone closer to your own age that you will be sexually attracted to. It really is okay.â
As Lisa pulled away, she had a faint smile. âThanks,â she said. âI was afraid you would hate me.â
âHate you,â I laughed. âHon, you have given this old man more pleasure than he deserves.â
âThen you think itâs OK for us to progress a little at a time?â, she asked.
âI think itâs a wonderful idea,â I responded. âBut letâs make a pact. I donât want you to give yourself to me completely until I am trimmed down and in decent shape.â I donâtknow where my mind was. I could have had her there and then. But I was afraid that once we made love, the excitement would wane, and I was having a ball the way things were.
âYouâve got a deal,â Lisa said with a full grin. âCan I share something else with you? You really do make me feel shameless.â
âYou can share anything you want, but remember our pact,â I said.
âNo, I meant things I have been thinking about,â she said.
âShare away, Little One,â I offered as I sat on the massage table.
âI have imagined us fucking on the exercise machines, like the leg push, or the squat machine, or even the rowing machine. Now you do think Iâm a tramp,â Lisa said, her face reddening.
âI think I better start working out twice a day to get in shape,â I laughed. Lisaâs controlled demeanor was back and I could tell the wheels were turning.
âDo you like panties?â, she asked out of the blue. âI thought you might from the way you watch my crotch all the time.â
âI love panties,â I said.
Lisa continued, âMaybe Iâll start wearing loose shorts with panties underneath. Would you like that?â
âThat would be marvelous,â I answered. My cock was starting to swell thinking of the possibilities.
âI just had a great idea,â she said. âIâll be back in a minute. You strip down and get ready for the massage of your life.â
Lisa returned several minutes later. I assumed she had arranged for our privacy. It didnât take me long to notice the silver tights were missing. I wondered what she wore beneath the shorts.
The massage oil had a mint aroma and tingled on my skin. She poured the warm oil all over my naked back and started a hard muscle massage. Her hands were more gentle as she kneaded my ass cheeks. And she was not bashful in rubbing the oil down the crack of my ass and over my anus. She didnât linger at my ass hole, but I wanted her to. She finished with my legs and feet, wiped off the oil with a soft towel and turned me over. It was my turn to be embarrassed. My cock stood tall and waved at Lisa. Lisa giggled and only said, âThatâs nice.â She massaged everything but my privates in her usual professional manner. Then she faced my cock. She applied even more oil and started rubbing it all over. âI have never seen a man this close, let alone touched one,â Lisa said softly. âIf I do something wrong, just tell me.â She lifted my balls in her oily hands and softly stroked my throbbing cock. Both hands worked in unison and I was approaching orgasm. One greasy hand would slide completely over the head of my dick while the other stroked the shaft. It was a perfect fist fuck, with just the right pressures at just the right time. When I announced I was cumming, Lisa became intent. She leaned over my cock as the rhythm and pressure increased. The first shot of cum exploded from the head of my cock and ran down the back of Lisaâs hand. The rest gathered around her pumping fingers. She knew just when to quit and proceeded in silence to clean the cum and oil from my body.
âThat was pretty greedy of me,â I said when I caught my breath. âYou couldnât have gotten much enjoyment out of that.â
âOh contraire,â she perked. âI found that very arousing.â Lisa promptly removed her baggy shorts and thrust her hips forward for my viewing. She was nude from the waist down and the lower half of her pussy, along with the upper parts of both thighs were gleaming with her juices. My desire to reach out and touch her drenched cunt was immense. The possibility ended when Lisa said, âMaybe another time you can return the favor.â She put her shorts back on and said, âIâll see you at the front door after you have showered.â She left me still naked on the massage table.
I skipped the steam bath and quickly showered, wondering if there might be any possibility of taking Lisa home with me. A virginâ¦I had been teased and taunted by a virgin⦠a virgin who wanted to fuck me!! Lisa was waiting, keys in hand, at the front door. We both stepped through the door and she locked up behind us. She read my mind. âDonât even ask because I probably wouldnât say no. Just go home and think of me taking care of business on my own. Better yet, think about me pleasuring myself on the way home. Her hand slipped up the leg of her shorts and I could only imagine what she felt.
That night I jacked off, my mind wavering between the sight of Lisaâs wetness and the thought of actually fucking a virgin. That would be a first for me.
The next several nights were are a blur in my mind. I remember glimpses of pink panties, then red ones, then flowered ones. I remember seeing wet spots on bright colored panties. I remember laughing and giggling while Lisa intentionally teased the shit out of me. I remember Lisa whispering to me how she would play with her pussy when she went home. I remember trying to hide my hard on when I went from one machine to the next.
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