I have called this a sex blog......................

I am sitting here on a Saturday night bored out of my mind. It's quarter to 8 at night, and I seriously don't have any plans. I mean, it's okay not to have plans sometimes, but for me it's rare. I know that if I were to get ready, I could go out and find something to do, I just don't feel like it. I tend to get a little depressed around this time of the year. I won't go in to it, it just brings me down further. I just saw my room mate for the first time in a week tonight, and just like she always does, walked around the house stark naked for a half an hour after she got out of the shower. I just find it funny because she has always done it, even from the first day I have moved in here. She is extremely pretty, but as dumb as a box of rocks and gullible as hell. Her gullibility is a story for another day, but her job is not. It is great having her as a roommate because she is a massage therapist. She works during the day at a chiropractors office, works 3 hours every night at a gym giving sports massages, works Saturday at a day spa, and Sunday's she spends over her mom's acting like the good little Mormon girl that she isn't. We rarely see each other, which is fine with me. But occasionally she will use me as a text subject to try something new. I certainly don't mind. Which brings me to a story about her.

I am not going to go in to my job too much, but occasionally I end up having to do something that comes really close to manual labor. I had only been Michelle's room mate for going on a month, and I had one of those days at work where I had to do something I wasn't used to. Now, I workout at least 6 days a week, but sometimes my job really throws me for a loop. So, here I am lying on the floor of the apartment when she comes home from work. I was just trying to stretch out my back, and she asks what is wrong. I tell her, and she tells me that she will make it all better. She brings out her massage table from her room, turns all the lights down, and tells me to go in to my room and strip down. When I come back out, she has a sheet over the table, some sort of Chinese chanty kind of music going, and a whole set of oils on an end table. I had a blanket wrapped around me, lay down on the table, and waited.

She is very, very good with her hands. She was doing things to my low back and thighs that just drove me crazy. She wasn't the least bit sexual at first, but the longer things went, it got more so. I thought it was just my imagination at first, but when she asked me to turn over, and didn't bother to cover my breasts back up, I wasn't sure what to do. When she started rubbing oil on them, I just closed my eyes and waited for what was to happen next. She continued to rub me, not unlike a normal massage..........but she did things to my breasts and nipples that drove me nuts. She later explained that among one of the classes she had taken was one on massages for pregnant women and new mom's. The massage was not meant to be sexual, but it depended on how you looked at it. So, anyways, when she moved to my groin area, I almost asked her to stop. But she started massaging only my thighs and the area above my "area". Her hands never once touched my pussy, but the massage made me wet just the same. She continued to rub my thighs, coming back to the area closest to my pussy every couple of minutes. I was turned on in the worst way, and really thought she was going to go down on me, or start to bang me, or something. But she didn't. Everything continued to be sort of "clinical". I was just about to ask her to stop so I could go in to my room and take care of myself (discretely of course), when she takes out this very small "neck"massager, and puts in on my clit. Within seconds, I had an intense orgasm that made my toes curl. She put her hand on my shoulder and told me to make sure I drank lots of water for the next few minutes, and went to her room. I put the blanket on, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I didn't know what to say when I came out to find her just walking out of her room. She asked me what I thought, and as I stood there fumbling for the words she said not to worry about it. I looked like I need a tension release, and any time I needed it again, just to say the word.

She has helped me on more than one occasion, and although it is sexual, she has never been "sexual". I have thought about asking what she thought about going a little further, but Michelle is a tad stand-offish, and not bisexual. I guess we will see.

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