had and… Greg does the best massages.” She stuck her thumb up in approval, wanting to show her appreciation in some tiny way.
Anton chuckled, but ‘Hmmm-hmmmed’ in exactly the same way he’d replied to everything else she’d said.
“You’re so totally lucky having him as a boss. He’s honest and strong and such a hard worker. He built his business up from the ground, you know? Seven years—that’s all it took from masseur to the boss of four centers. I’m so beyond proud of him,” she murmured as Anton’s hands slid over the backs of her knees and up onto her thighs. He had big hands, this guy, his thumbs pushing carefully into the tissue. Her pussy twitched again as he moved further north but she felt too limp and languid to care. If he was going to be this good at what he did, he’d better get used to turning his clients on while he was still a trainee. She let her mouth run away from her as a distraction from the urge to rock her hips onto the table beneath. She knew she was talking her head off but didn’t care. It wasn’t like he could repeat any of it ,anyway.
“You stay good at this and stay loyal, and Greg will take care of you like he takes care of everyone else. He’s already told me how damn good you are at this, but there’s no jealousy. He’s so generous, but he can be a handful… I remember once, he told one of his office staff that she was on the internet way too much on company time. Just because he’d been nice about it, she figured could keep doing it. So he downloaded a soundfile to her hard drive and she couldn’t open her browser without the ‘Criminal Minds’ theme blasting at top volume.” Maddie giggled, but a sudden, hard sweep right up her inner thighs made her exhale in a rush. Anton’s fingertips were almost at her panties. He dragged his palms back down again but she couldn’t help moaning with need. She was getting so turned on that even if he turned out to be some untrustworthy guy, she wasn’t sure she’d resist if he tried stroking her between her legs. The thought of it made her panties wet. He had to be nearly through by now. Another few minutes. Then she’d tip him, hit the shower, and get herself off.
Because she had to come at this point. Had to.
Anton’s circling motions on the backs of her thighs made her eyes water.
Oh hell, just keep talking. He doesn’t understand any of it, anyway. Might as well get it off your chest…
“And this isn’t going to interest you one little bit but, oh, Greg is so gorgeous. I remember exactly what he looks like and he’s just gotten better with age. He lets me get so close it’s like handing my soul to him. I use any excuse to touch him—always have. If I haven’t… held hands with him or hugged him in a few days, I’m like a crabby… girl… who hasn’t gotten her… fix…”
Anton’s palms paused on the back of her knees and she got her breath back.
“When we camped out when we were younger, I’d always freak out about being alone, and he’d stay with me until I felt safe. Usually, he’d fall asleep with me. I could really draw out the drama, trust me.” She felt a little ashamed, remembering what Greg had said about her not crying so easily. She’d grown out of the habit of creating a drama because she didn’t want to abuse his trust. But at the height of her crush, she’d go to any lengths to touch him. “If it was a warm night, he’d strip down to his underwear and I’d run my hands over his body. And I mean… all over his body—cock and balls, the whole deal. I tried to keep the pressure light but feeling him get hard set me on fire. I had to put my hand down into my panties to touch myself because he turned me on so much.”
Maddie’s face lit up with heat as Anton patted the bottom of her feet, his signal he’d finished, and cleared his throat.
Wow. That was a serious over-share.
She giggled nervously. “Thank you, father,