This is such a great story
 

please don't stop. We need more!

I would be interested to know if you ever saw her naked after this event.

Your story reminds me of some experiences I had with a co-worker about 20 years ago when I was about 24.

We used to go swimming together in a group and shopping at lunch time together and the odd drink. Nothing major ever happened. We were both in long term relationships.
I guess it was just flirting or me missing the signals !

We used to perform shoulder massages on each others shoulders, in fact a lot of the staff used to do this. When I did it to her it sometimes made her very flush in the face. I think she enjoyed it :)

Sometimes she didn't wear a bra - she was an athelete so was very firm built. One time doing a shoulder massage I was able to manipulate her top in such a way I could like right down it and see the bra-less nipple.

Another time when she was bra less I was able to look right through left to right through the arm holes of her dress and see her boobs. Fantastic. She didn't care too much.
She told me how she was almost totally shaved, just kept a little bit for show because she used to have to change in front of others in changing rooms and didn't want them to think she was weird.

I really felt I could talk to her more than I could to my own GF.

Another time she wanted to open the window in her office so she climbed onto (ie kneeled onto) her desk exposing her stocking top to me as she did.

I used to hear storries about wild sex between her and her BF and thought they were really happy, I found out a few years ago he had an affair.

Ahhhhh - happy days.

11.
 

The rest of Linda's last sentence was lost in the creaking of the door, and by the time I had stumbled after her the moment was seemingly lost. I was intrigued though, and more than a little excited. I felt it was worth a try at resurrecting the conversation, as I had realised that it was almost as exciting to listen to her as it was to watch her battling with her towel to cover her nakedness.

'Sorry?' I began, playing the rather deaf fool.

'Well, when we were going out and even when we were first married, he was a bit weird'

'Weird?'

'He used to like to just look at me in the nude. Sometimes he'd let me keep my panties on, and once my bra too, but usually I'd have to go the whole way. He'd just watch me as I got undressed'

She fell silent and her blue eyes gazed into mine, almost pleading to be told to stop. She was out of luck of course.

'So?' I prompted, trying to appear as concerned, considerate and understanding as I could. 'I don't blame him. You look beautiful without your clothes'

Linda half smiled in appreciation and continued in a whisper.

'Well..you know..when I'd finished, he'd ask me to walk around so he could look at me. It was ridiculous really, me walking around our little flat like that. I once spent a whole afternoon absolutely starkers. I never minded much I suppose, that bit was just fun'.

'It sounds like it. Linda, you've just described what every young couple get up to!'

Far from being heartened by my brilliant answer though, she looked down at the tiled floor, saddened.

'But then he'd always say he wanted to see.. all of me'.

'All of you?'

'Everything. I had to...Oh God. I dont know why I'm telling you this. I've never told anyone'

The showers were looming ever nearer and I was desperate to hear the rest of her little confession before it was too late. I cast her my best quizzical look, begging for an answer with my eyes. It must have been convincing enough, because Linda swivelled her head up and down the corridor before taking the bait.

'All of me. I had to..you know..bend over. He always said he wanted to see my...little hole.'

'Oh I see..and you didnt like having to do that?'

Linda paused and a quiet wave of what looked like regret swept over her face.

'It's funny.. I remember doing it and hating every moment. I only did it because I knew he liked it. It's weird knowing someone is looking at you like that. Humiliating I suppose. But now.. I just wish he'd..'

It seemed for the moment Linda was a thousand miles away, but she snapped back into focus again as we reached the showers for the final time. Our old faithful friends were empty again, and Linda entered without fuss, casually hanging her towel on the hook. Her body gladdened my heart once more and I watched transfixed as she turned to face me, her breasts full and reddened, and her pubic hair matted and soaking. I stepped into the shower next door, but Linda stopped me before I had time to turn the water on.

'No. Don't go in that one. Share this one with me again'

Is there more to the story by any chance?

That was a great story thanks

Great story man!
Go on with tha tales!

Is there a last chapter, or 2 to this story?
(Please):D

12.
 

I needed no second bidding to join her of course, but just for appearances sake tried to take my time before joining her in the little stall. I waited, leaning back against the cool tiles as I watched her dunk her head under the spray. It was difficult to know where to look next, as all the aspects of her little body competed for my attention.

'Enjoying yourself back there?' she enquired, continuing to let the water bounce over her face and breasts.

'I'm having a great time.. you look.. just..amazing'

'Oh thanks.. you say lovely things sometimes'

Linda turned to face me, and I felt my throat go dry at the sight of her. Tiny rivers of water were running from her breasts and down along her hips. I watched in awe as several other little droplets were gathered in by her pubic hair before being deposited onto the floor in one glistening stream. I stood quite motionless as she drew some soap and began to wash her speckled arms with it. She ran the soap in long sweeps along her forearms, but stopped quite abruptly before she reached her shoulder. One of her familiar furtive looks around followed, before her blue eyes looked up into mine.

'You do it. Please. You do it'

I thought I knew what she meant of course, but I suppose my inaction made her feel she had not made herself clear enough.

'Go on. Do my front. I don't mind. Quickly though... before someone comes'

It was perhaps the greatest offer I had ever had, and remains so to this day. There was no prospect of turning such an opportunity down of course, but again I did my utmost to appear relaxed, while my heart felt like it was going to explode. I drew some soap and before I knew it Linda had offered her her hand to me. I began to wash the same arm she had just completed herself and once done, she silently offered me the other, which I completed with as much care as I could manage. Linda smiled sweetly, before dropping her arms by her sides again.

I watched, hoping for her permission to continue, and received it as she closed her eyes and lifted that little elfin chin skywards. I was able to take her whole body in without fear of admonishment and greedily took my chance. My hands soon found the curve of her neck, then her shoulders, and then down towards her collar bones, until the whole area was covered in white lather. Her eyes were still closed tight, and my own moved to those magnificent breasts. It was a sight that deserved to be savoured, but I was aware that at any moment a creak of a door would certainly bring my pleasure to a halt. I gathered myself and brushed my hands across her breasts with slow, circular motions and almost felt ready to pass out. Linda's nipples seemed to harden slightly under my touch, but I resisted the urge to hold those little pink thimbles between my fingers as best I could. Her breasts felt better than I could ever hope to explain. A mixture of firm and yet soft, light and yet heavy, they yielded softly under my touch until they too were hidden under the lather. I finished by cupping each of them in turn, resting the round little peaches in my palm before releasing them forever.

I bent down a little further, washed across her lovely tummy, and smiled as the soap gathered in a swirl in Linda's tiny navel. I had to kneel to begin on her thighs and calves, and tried my best to pay no attention to the fact that her auburn triangle of drenched, flattened hair was now no more than six inches from my eyes. From this distance I could clearly see the dark line that guarded her most intimate place. I looked up to check Lindas face, and to my delight saw her eyes were still tightly closed and a flicker of a smile passing across her face. I continued downwards over those short thighs, freckled knees, and gently tapering calves.

I rose up again.

Linda's eyes opened as I faced her, but the familiar smile had grown larger
'
'Don't worry..she whispered. 'I don't mind. You can..you know.. wash me.. if you want to..'

Before I had a chance to move, Linda made a delightful little shuffle that caused her legs to open a few inches wider, and placed her hands softly on my shoulders to steady herself. The invitation was more than any man could have stood, least of all me.

My hand touched her somewhere between her navel and the first few tiny hairs of her sex, and she tensed at the touch, as if ready to bear some great pain. I slid it lower still and felt her fingers increase their grip on my shoulders. My fingers pressed those gorgeous auburn hairs taught against her skin until I finally felt her damp lips seperate under my slippery touch. I drew my hand backwards and forwards, painfully slowly, under the pretence of washing her there, but all the time her grip on my shoulders was increasing and her breathing was becoming both more urgent and more shallow. I watched Linda bite her lip to stop herself from crying out, and she was whispering to herself almost inaudibly. It seemed the pleasure she was getting from these simple movements had been missing from her life for quite some time. One of my fingertips had clearly found her clitoris, distinct against the softness of her skin and the viscous soap, and she visibly shook each time I brushed across it. I increased the pace slightly, and after only a few seconds she lifted her head up and shook her hair.

'I'm sorry' she mouthed, almost silently. 'I'm going to come..'

It was perhaps a strange thing to say, but I thought it quite endearing. Perhaps she felt guilty for having her own pleasure while she thought I was not having mine. There was of course no need for her to apologise. The pleasure of watching her was worth a thousand orgasms of my own.

Only a few more seconds passed before she began to grip my shoulders tighter still. With one more swish of her hair, she bagan to grind down onto my fingers, trapping them between her thighs. Her legs began to quiver and then shake, and her face contorted into an almost pained expression. She seemed to have perhaps three or four little spasms as her orgasm washed over her, with each one seemingly intense enough to be verging on pain. She bore each one silently, and continued to push hard against my hand, intent on drawing every last drop of pleasure, before the feelings finally drifted away.

Perhaps a minute passed before Linda, a rosy red flush on her chest, eventually managed to stand again unsupported. She retreated under the freezing water to gather herself, months of frustration seemingly relieved.

A gorgeous "climax" to a beautiful, touching story!

wow
 

well worth the wait but i have a feeling this story is not over yet.... (crosses fingers....lol)