Chapter 8 Massage

"Mrs. Hayes, are you dressed?"

"Yes. I've put on the clothes. You may come in..."

There was a tinge of nervousness in Mrs. Hayes's voice.

When I pushed the door open, I found Mrs. Hayes already lying prone on the bed.

I gulped nervously.

I could see that her plump breasts were nestled in the black bra I picked out for her.

And when my eyes trailed down, I saw her curves accentuated by the thin nightgown.

At this moment, there was a primitive impulse surging in my body.

However, I focused my attention on Mrs. Hayes and ignored the bulge in my crotch.

Mrs. Hayes looked up when I came in.

When her eyes landed on the lower part of my body, her beautiful lips parted slightly.

"What're you thinking about?"

Stunned, I looked down and saw my pants forming a tent around my cock.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hayes. You're just so beautiful..."

At that moment, I wished I could dig a hole and hide.

How could I say something like that to Mrs. Hayes?

What if she got angry at me?

I could lose my job over this!

Fortunately, Mrs. Hayes didn't seem to be angry.

With a twinge of shyness in her voice, she mumbled, "You are so annoying!"

"Come and massage me now. My tailbone is killing me."

I nodded and walked over to her stiffly.

I stood before her perfectly-shaped buttocks.

"Mrs. Hayes, can you lift your nightgown? It'll be better if I can see your tailbone."

If she lifted the hemline of her dress, her beautiful buttocks and private part would be exposed.

"Keith, why can't you just massage me through the clothes? The underwear you picked for me is really... Revealing..."

I wanted to press my palm against my forehead with regret.

If I had known that this was going to happen earlier, I wouldn't have chosen that G-string for Mrs. Hayes.

"Okay, Mrs. Hayes. If you feel any pain, please tell me."

"Okay."

With Mrs. Hayes's permission, I stretched out my hands and started to massage her waist.

When I touched her inflamed tailbone, I paused and began to massage her more carefully.

I had mastered all kinds of massage techniques.

"Mrs. Hayes, how do you feel?"

"Hmm..."

"It hurt a little at first, but now it feels great. Keith, I didn't know you were this good!"

I smiled.

"Back when I was still in the army, I thought it was useless, but fortunately it has come in handy. I'm just glad I can help relieve some of your pain, Mrs. Hayes."

"How sweet of you."

I chuckled. "I mean it, Mrs. Hayes."

"Mrs. Hayes, I'm afraid that you not only injured your tailbone but the surrounding parts. May I massage those areas as well?"

Mrs. Hayes nodded lazily.

"It's up to you. I'll just close my eyes and enjoy it."

"You got it!"

Because Mrs. Hayes didn't object, I immediately became bolder.

My hands began to roam around the other parts of her body.

As the pressure of my movements became increasingly intense, Mrs. Hayes seemed to indulge herself in my massage more.