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Spine Maggie had a pie party on March 14th. "Pi Day." It's a thing we geeks do. I chatted with Anna for a bit, Maggie's neighbor and friend. I had heard, through Maggie and Hayden, that Anna had a crush on me. I didn't know Anna very well, but she and her husband, Marshall, had been in Maggie's non-monogamous social group forever. I think they had been part of the group since the first time I met Maggie. My wife, Tricia, and I had been to Anna's house, and seen her at parties, but not often. Anna and Marshall had never been to one of Rand's parties. Anna is tall (my height) and ample. I feel scrawny next to larger women. Anna is near the threshold of my comfort level there. But she looks good in her corsets, which she makes herself, and wears to appropriate occasions (Pi Day not being one of them). In a corset, she is delightfully curvy. She is also undeniably beautiful. She's in her early 30s, with clear skin and bright eyes. Her mouth has got the pouty full red lips thing going on. She looks like a cover model in her pictures. Knowing she was attracted to me made me wonder if I was attracted to her, and I definitely paid more attention to her. I was not sure if I should ask her out, but I wanted to get to know her better. It didn't feel like we had much to discuss. She talked to me about her massage business, and I decided that might be a good way to spend some time with her. I was due for a massage anyway. We set up an appointment for me for the next day. No, this is not going to be a story about a "happy ending." I felt comfortable with Anna precisely because I know she is very good at separating work time from play time. Maggie had told me as much. I can find playmates anywhere, but a good masseuse is hard to find. "Any problem areas you want to work on?" she asked me before we started. "Lower back," I told her. "It's always been my lower back. I have a couple of slipped disks." Anna is a certified massage therapist, and her massage was thorough and relaxing. She spent a lot of time on pressure points. "Your lower back is not so bad," she told me afterwards. "You have a lot of tension in your upper back and neck area though." I was not surprised. That is typical for people who mostly work at a desk. I thanked her, paid her, and left. As I said, this was just business. Still, spending an hour naked with someone is probably a good way to get to know them. The next day, St. Patrick's Day, I went out to some pubs with Tricia, Hayden, Reno, and other friends, including Anna. We hit only a few pubs, and finished early. All of us went to Reno's house, where we continued to drink in the Irish tradition. And I continued to talk/flirt with Anna. After a few hours, and a few drinks, Anna said, "I'd like to make out with you sometime." "Now is a great time," I told her, and we found a comfortable couch in a somewhat secluded room. And then we proceeded to make out for a long, long time. I got the sense that that is as far as she wanted to take things, and that was fine with me. I do like kissing pretty girls. Shortly after we started, Anna began making a sound, while I was stroking her face and kissing her neck. "Are you... Are you purring?" I asked her. Anna laughed, "I'm like a cat in a lot of ways." "Do you poop in a box in your basement?" I asked, and then immediately apologized. "I have a... an unconventional sense of humor," I told her. But Anna only laughed. She was clearly enjoying my fascination with her purring. I decided that I liked it. It was a good way to tell that I was doing something she liked. She also liked it when I caressed her back. I pressed my fingers into her lower spine, and she gasped with a sudden intake of breath. I began to experiment a little bit by stroking up and down her back. She was particularly sensitive just above her hips, and on the back of her neck. I took her shirt off, and kissed her chest. She took my shirt off and did the same to me. I pressed my fingers into her lower spine, and she reacted again, only more intensely. She gripped my arms and moaned. It seemed strange to be happening in this manner, but I can recognize an orgasm in a woman when I feel one coming. Instead of lightening my pressure, I pushed harder on her back. Anna's body shook with release, and then she was very still. "You're wired a bit... differently than most people," I said, "aren't you?" "Few people find that spot," she told me. "But it's there if you're paying attention." I was able to bring Anna to climax many more times during our make out session. I never got her pants off, and I never touched her vagina. I simply treated her spine like a clitoris, and rubbed her lower back in small circles with firm pressure. "I'm beginning to understand your interest in massage," I told her. Anna laughed. "I help people feel better," she said. We parted company, and each went home with our spouses. I guess this story DOES have a happy ending in it. I made a new, kinky friend with an unusual and fascinating gift for pleasure. We have not made any plans yet to repeat our make-out session, but we both want to. I'm meeting her for coffee tomorrow. I'm sure we'll have much to discuss. |
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