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Copyright 2000 Del Edwards

Stan finished setting up the coffee maker and clicked it on. She had called about an hour ago and asked if it was okay for her to stop by. She was due any minute now. "Whew," he said out loud to no one in particular since he was alone in the house. He marveled that just the thought of her could cause a flutter in his chest and a nearly tear-producing lump in his throat. "Damn woman, it's a good thing you don't know how deep you got your hook into me," he muttered as he consciously took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully.

But she did know because it was nearly the same for her. She found herself happy and anxious each time she met him. Waves of excitement rippled through her belly and she tried mightily to control her blushing but never could do so.

Several years before he had told her she had a standing invitation to come by for coffee. Until that day she had only met him in public places for some beverage and chat, or maybe lunch. They took turns buying. When he told her she was safe with him should she come to his home, she said, "I know. I trust you. I just don't trust me".

When she described her visits to a massage therapist she arched her back and raised her hand to touch the back of her neck and shoulder. She had just pointed out the pain and tension to him. "I would do that for you," he volunteered but she rejected his offer saying it would be best to leave that to Joe, her massage therapist.

"I'm afraid I'd like it too much and want you to ...well, never mind," she grinned at him. She began to blush. "Just teasing," she added quickly in an effort to quench her blush. He wanted to share what ever was in her mind and smiled when he asked her what she was blushing about. She grimaced and shook her head slowly and leaned into the table toward him. After propping both arms on the table she rested her chin in her cupped hands.

"You get a whole body massage when you go?" he asked.

"Yes, it's wonderful," she replied.

"What do you wear?" he asked.

"Nothing," she replied. "It's a professional thing, like going to the doctor."

"I see. All you'd have to do with me is remove your blouse and slip the shoulder straps of your bra down onto your arms. You'd be lying face down anyway." She shook her head slowly from side to side. A hard knot of disappointment slowly sank from his chest into the pit of his stomach.

He even modified his offer to having her sit in a chair while he worked on her from behind and she didn't have to remove any of her clothing. He did inject the proviso that she pay him a dollar in advance so the whole thing would be a professional exchange. He had offered her a foot massage under the same conditions. Then he commented, "Don't just put down the dollar and stand up and start taking your pantyhose off...you'll give me a heart attack." Paula just smiled.

She seemed a bit on edge sitting across his dining table from him. Twirling her coffee mug she looked down into it. She was torn...wanting to leave Kadıköy Escort before she submitted to this man and wanting him to possess her, embrace her with his firm arms, pulling her body to his and kiss her ravenously until she melted into him. She dug in her purse, found her wallet and placed two dollar bills on the glass table half way between them. "Neck