Who Gets the Friends? by Tim Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

“Nervous about being around strangers?”
    “A little. I’ve always had a problem with it.”
    “Lean your head forward.”
    Tom did as she requested and she moved to his neck.
    “You’re really tight. I’m surprised you don’t have a headache. What you really need is a full body massage.”
    Boy, do I. “Can I make an appointment with you?”
    She turned him around, then surprised him with a kiss. “I have an opening right now.”
    He laughed uneasily while a siren rang in his head. “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you coming on so strong with me? We just met.”
    She traced her finger along his jaw. “I’m a sucker for handsome white guys.” She paused. “Plus I was in the gym with Karly this morning and watched you working out. I told her I wouldn’t mind meeting you.”
    “That’s it?”
    She gave him an impish smile. “I’m also horny and I was hoping to find someone to scratch my itch tonight. Does that make you feel better?”
    “Getting there.”
    She rubbed his cheek. “I carry some of my massage oils in my purse, for emergencies.”
    “Do you often get nine one one calls for an emergency rubdown?”
    She laughed, showing a set of perfectly white teeth. “All the time. Massage is great foreplay.”
    Tom pulled her in for a lingering kiss. “Too bad I live so far away, since you have to drive Karly home.”
    “Yeah, that’s a shame. Luckily there are a few motels nearby. In fact, there’s one next door.” She kissed him. “We could slip away, have our fun, then come back in time for me to pour her into the car.”
    Tom gazed into her soft eyes. Why the hell not? “Then let’s go.”
     
    Tom closed the door to the motel room, then pulled Rashida in for a hungry kiss. She devoured his mouth, slithering her tongue deep into his mouth. Her lips were full and tasted like raspberry lip balm. Tom felt more excitement the longer they kissed and his cock strained against his briefs. He pulled her sweater over her head, exposing her braless, firm breasts, then mouthed them, sucking her nipples into hardness.
    Rashida hissed. “That’s what I like, a man who takes charge.” She kissed him and whispered. “Let’s get comfortable.”
    Tom watched her slip out of her tight jeans and admired her firm bronze physique in the dim light. Her stomach was flat, her hips curved in just the right places and her pubic bush was trimmed. He quickly stripped off his clothes and felt his cock jerking to life.
    Rashida took a bottle of oil from her purse, then gestured at the bed. “Lie on your stomach and get comfortable.”
    Tom followed her order and pulled a pillow under his face. Rashida straddled his lower back and drizzled some oil onto his skin. She began a deep massage at his shoulders, pressing her skilled fingers into his muscles.
    “Just close your eyes and relax,” she whispered while kneading his flesh. “Think about somewhere pleasant, a faraway place like the beach.”
    Tom began to relax, inhaling the scent of lavender. Rashida worked her hands down his back, then kneaded his butt before moving to his legs. His muscles finally loosened up and he felt weightless. Rashida worked on the soles of his feet, hitting his reflex points.
    “Roll over,” she said.
    When Tom was on his back Rashida poured some oil onto his chest and began massaging him again. He felt a fluttering in his stomach and began to get aroused again. When Rashida reached his hips, she ignored his hardening cock and massaged his thighs.
    She chuckled. “I think someone’s getting turned on. Are you relaxed?”
    “Oh, yeah. You have the touch.”
    She continued working on his legs. “I know what you really want me to touch, but I’m going to make you wait for it. That makes it better.”
    His cock grew the longer she massaged him. If I don’t get inside her pretty soon I’ll explode.
    He opened his eyes when he felt her fingertips lightly tickling his erection. Her hands were soft and slippery from the oil.