Celeb Fun

Eric’s eyes, usually so lighthearted, softened. “How’d you like a back rub?”

Uma gave him an odd look, her eyebrows arching. “What?”

“Oh, uh, yes, I guess I forgot to mention that to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading. “I’ve been looking into becoming a masseuse. I was just thinking I could practice on you.”

“On your next door neighbor?” Uma's voice held a note of amused disbelief, yet a flicker of curiosity was there too.

“I figure if I can get over that weirdness, and give you a decent massage, who knows how good I could be.” He pushed off the counter, moving a step closer.

A delicious shiver traced its way down Uma’s spine, a combination of exhaustion and something else, something unexpectedly alluring. “Oh, okay. I could really use a good rub.” She stood, the subtle sway of her hips as she walked over to the long, low couch in the living room almost imperceptible. With a decisive movement, she pulled her silk blouse over her head, letting it fall to the floor in a soft whisper. Her camisole, a delicate lace creation, clung to her curves. Then, with a practiced grace, she unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles, revealing long, toned legs. She lay down on her stomach, her breath catching as Eric’s eyes lingered for a moment too long. The air in the room suddenly crackled with an unspoken energy.

“I couldn’t believe she was going for it,” Eric again narrates, his voice a low rumble in the quiet apartment. “Was she that willing to overlook that I was her neighbor for the sake of a little relief, or did she secretly suspect what I was up to, and decided to see where I was going with it?” The thought, deliciously dangerous, coiled in his gut. He knew Uma, knew her restless energy, her quick smile that never quite reached her eyes. He’d seen the subtle signs of a woman strung taut, and he’d been bold enough to offer a solution he knew she’d crave, even if she didn’t quite admit it.

Uma lay face down on the couch, the soft lamplight casting a warm glow on her skin. Her bra, a delicate lace, was a tantalizing whisper against her back, and her tiny panties hugged her curves. Eric straddled her, the worn denim of his jeans brushing against her bare thighs. He peeled off his t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his heated skin for a moment before he tossed it aside, the soft thud a punctuation mark in the escalating silence. He then started to rub her shoulders, his thumbs finding the knots of tension instantly.

“Oh God, Eric. That’s good.” Her voice was a low murmur, a pure sound of pleasure that sent a shiver down his spine. He felt the subtle shift of her hips, a small, involuntary arch that spoke volumes. He moved his hands lower, tracing the delicate curve of her spine, then settled his thumbs on her lower back, applying just the right pressure.

“I had looked up some basics for giving a back rub, and my little bit of research was paying off, based on her reactions. Between touching her, and her moaning, my cock was stiff as a board.” The sensation was a powerful throb, a constant reminder of the raw desire humming between them. He felt the heat radiating from her body, the soft scent of her perfume mingling with the faint aroma of her skin, a heady cocktail that fogged his reason.

He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting across the delicate skin behind her ear. “Feeling better?” he whispered, his voice rough with suppressed longing.