Dirty Erotic Oneshots by Mistress_ Red (reading list .txt) 📕

magic on my thigh. He was halfway between my knee when his hands slowed to a stop and were resting on my thigh.

 

"The pain was a little higher," I mumble and then add without thinking "and more inside my thigh." I could feel blood rush to my cheeks as I realized what that sounded like but Bob's face didn't even alter. He simply nodded and slid his fingers lower between my legs. I felt my legs part just slightly at the touch. I closed my eyes reveling in the pleasure of the massage but his hands came to a stop again and I urged him "Higher." He didn't argue, simply did as I instructed until his hands were on top of my spandex.

 

I knew that meant he was only a couple inches away from my pussy and it was confirmed when his hand brushed up against my mound. I looked up and his business like expression had cracked just a little. I thought he looked rather embarrassed by the accidental brush. I should have been embarrassed too, but for some reason his touch had only made my pussy tingle. He pulled his hands away abruptly and spun to grab his clipboard. 

"That's good for now." He handed me an ice pack without making eye contact and I settled it into place biting back a moan at the coldness pressed intimately against me. He rushed out of the room then and I closed my eyes to wait. 

By myself, I began to feel a little bit of embarrassment as well. Bob was a professional and only doing his job. It wasn't his fault I was getting turned on by his touch. I felt properly embarrassed of my feelings by the time he returned in 15 minutes. 

"Take off the ice now," he instructed from the doorway and I did tossing it across the room. He looked torn, and I waited for him to speak. Finally he blurted out, "Do you want some icy hot?" I must have looked confused because he added as an explanation, "It will soothe your muscles, and it feels nice." I nodded without thought. I didn't know how many more nice feelings I could take but I couldn't seem to forgo the opportunity to have his hands on me again.

He squeezed a dollop of the gel onto his fingers and then massaged my inner thigh where it wasn't covered by my spandex shorts. His hands felt startlingly hot on my cold skin and without thinking I spoke.

"A little higher," and then shyly, "Remember?" He pulled the hem of shorts away from my skin and slid his other hand underneath. He rubbed in circles that slowly got larger until I felt his fingertips brush the edge of my thong, my body jumped automatically and I cursed myself when his hands pulled away. I could see his adam's apple bob and Bob rushed away telling me to rest my leg overnight.

I slid off the table onto wobbly legs and wondered what the hell was wrong with me. 

The next day at practice I suited up, but Coach said I couldn't practice unless Bob cleared me. I was torn between shame and excitement as the locker room cleared out leaving Bob and me alone again.

I hopped up onto the table, my leg was feeling significantly better at that point. This time I was wearing my rundies, running underwear, instead of my spandex shorts. I told myself it was because it was a warm day and not because I wanted Bob to see me in them, but I knew that it was a weak lie. 

Bob went through the stretching again, and I had more flexibility than I had the day before, but it still wasn't 100 percent. While he massaged my thigh, I asked him about his family (two brothers), his age (25), his wife (none), his girlfriend (none). I knew I wasn't being subtle exactly, but I also didn't really care. It was harmless. When he handed me the ice pack this time, he stayed in the room and we chatted. He was doing paperwork at his desk, but every once in a while I would catch him dart a glance at my body then turn back to his work. I was thrilled, I knew enough about men to be able to tell when one was checking me out.

When I handed back the icepack after 15 minutes, I didn't wait for him to offer before asking for icy hot. 

"Do you want to put it on yourself?" He asked an almost undetectable tremor in his voice.

"I like the way you massage it in." His adam's apple bobbed once, twice. I grinned. I guessed even a high school senior like me could make him nervous.

He rubbed it in where he had previously and I let my head fall back and appreciate the tingling sensations, on my thigh and in the pit of my stomach. He pressed a little to hard and my hips jerked to the side as he hit a tender spot. Unfortunately, his hand slipped and he wiped a large glob of icy hot onto the side of my pussy. We both froze, staring at each other with panic. Then I felt it, a slow tingle building to a monumental burn. He'd gotten icy hot on pussy. My eyes widened and I choked out a small squeak. 

"Get it off!" I cried, waving my hands in a blind panic. It hurt like the devil. The stinging went way beyond any pleasurable tingle of arousal. He ran to the sink and covered a towel in water. I came to my senses enough to realize that the icy hot was mostly on top of my rundies and I managed to pull them down over my ass to mid thigh by the time Bob had spun back around.

 

He hesitated for a second and then looked at my pleading face and rushed over. He pulled my rundies off my legs completely and tossed them aside. He bent over and gently ran the warm, wet towel down the crack of my pussy. He grabbed a clean part of the towel and did it again wiping from the center outwards.

 

His eyes were glued to his task and I realized after a minute that the burning had subsided to a pleasant tingle. Bob's eyes were glazed and his wipes were slower and more deliberate at that point. I should have told him to stop but I didn't. 

One swipe brushed against my clit and I moaned. The sound seemed to break Bob from his reverie and his face flushed with the realization of what he had been doing. I grabbed his wrist, not letting him pull away. He looked up at me with panic.

"Thank you," I said wanting to reassure him, "I just panicked." He nodded. He pulled his hand away and walked away giving me time to walk quickly to my locker and get out a clean pair of running shorts. I joined the team, telling Coach that Bob had said I could only do a light workout. Thankfully no one seemed to notice that I had changed clothes.

The weekend meant that I didn't have practice for 2 whole days. What was normally a welcome reprieve suddenly felt like a never ending torment. I couldn't wait for practice on Monday. Monday morning, I shaved my pussy put on some makeup and sat through all my classes daydreaming about Bob's warm, talented hands. 

I faked a limp in front of Coach, and he ordered me to do a checkup with Bob before practice. I tried to hide my grin and busied myself with braiding my hair as I waited for the locker room to clear out.

Bob was very clearly nervous about what had happened the previous day. 

"I don't know what I would have done without you," I murmured up at him, stroking his bicep as he stretched my leg. My flexibility was back at 100 percent and he put my leg back down on the table gently.

"You're looking good I think you can go ahead and do a full workout today, as long as you're aware of your adductors." I pouted realizing that he was trying to get out of touching me anymore than he had to. 

"No massage?" 

"I don't think you need one." He wouldn't make eye contact with me. 

"What if I want one?" I asked and his eyes jerked up to meet mine. I smiled coyly and ran a hand down my taut stomach and trailed my fingers along the crease where my thigh met my hips. "I'm a little sore right here." His adam's apple bobbed, a sight I was learning to love.

His hands worked magic and I let myself enjoy the massage, moaning low when he hit a good spot. His hands moved up higher and higher, until even though he massaging my thigh still his pinky was rubbing against my pussy. I didn't bother holding back anything.

 

I sighed and whispered "Oh God's" and "hmm". I knew that we were both aware of what was happening and so I encouraged him where I could. I held myself perfectly still, trying not to spook him but I couldn't keep my hips from twitching forward occasionally trying to find the source of the pleasure I was feeling.

I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, but Bob wouldn't actually touch my pussy. Something fell off the benches in the locker and Bob stepped away quickly. My hand replaced his and it only took a few strokes of my pussy before I was shuddering through an orgasm on the table. Bob's eyes were glued to my hand between my legs and when my orgasm subsided, I hopped off the table and sauntered away satisfied. I knew then that Bob wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

I practiced normally for the rest of the week smiling at Bob whenever I saw him. I wanted to give him time to think about what had happened, I wanted him to miss me, to dream about me, to think about me. I wanted him to be ready for me.

At the end of the week Coach cancelled practice early and as I left the locker room, I saw Bob sitting in the training room going through papers. I walked all the way out to my car and then pretended I had left my chem book in my locker. I shooed my friends on and went back to the locker room. It was blissfully empty.

 

I dropped my bag on the floor and strode into the training room closing the door behind me. Bob turned to look up at me startled. Neither of us said a word as I locked the door and closed all of the blinds until we were well an truly alone. Even if someone came back to the locker room, they wouldn't be able to see us.

"How's your leg doing?" He said, finally breaking the silence. I hopped up onto the table and spread my legs as wide as I could and dangled my feet over the side.

"Good thanks to you." His mouth gaped open as his eyes dropped down to where my pussy strained agains the spandex. "I was thinking though that maybe you could massage it just in case. I don't want it to get stiff over the weekend." I lingered over the word stiff. We both knew that the massage was just a flimsy pretense, but he still hesitated.

 

He nodded silently and trailed his hand from my knee to hip and repeated. He massaged from my knee his hands barely pausing along the way as the raced up. He paused when he reached