Community Involvement Ch. 07

I grinned self-consciously at being discovered. I moved to the front of the waist high reception desk and moved her appointment book.

"Found it!" I exclaimed, holding it aloft for her to see.

"Thank god." Nicolina sighed, withdrawing her head from under the desk.

"Do you need some help?" I asked, seeing she was attempting to straighten. As I moved back to my previous position, I got another eye full of her heavy chest.

"Thank you, that would be helpful," she accepted gratefully.

As I reached to help her up, she looked down at her drooping top again. As she rose to stand in front of me, my right hand slid to her waist. Just as had occurred when we kissed hello, I moved my hand upward and rested my thumb against the swell of her breast.

"Are you okay?" I enquired.

"Yes, thank you." She sighed again. "I need that paper, as I urgently have to place an order later today for a client coming in on Friday. I nearly forgot. Now, what was I doing? Oh. Coffee!"

I stepped back and allowed her to pass. I was sure she had noticed my thumb resting on the swell of her breast and I was certain she knew I had been looking longingly deep inside her shirt, but she was not reacting.

"Hmm, what to do?" I mentally asked myself.

"Cappuccino?" she asked, drawing me away from my metal deliberations.

"Yes, please."

"How do you have it, Bello?" she asked, placing two cups under the respective spouts. "White and two sugars, please," I replied. "I'm not sweet enough some people say."

She smiled warmly and bent to open the fridge. Her shirt gapped wonderfully and I stood there with my eyes fixed onto her delightfully melons. Nicolina retrieved the milk, looked down at her shirt and noticed it was again providing me a direct line of sight onto her womanly assets.

"I'll have to do something about that," she said idly. "About what?" I asked innocently.

"Oh..." she deliberately paused. "The milk situation. I will have to get some more milk later today." "I thought there was ample there..." I grinned, my heart pounding in my chest.

Nicolina smiled warmly at my response. She turned her attention to making coffee and asked if I needed my hair washed. I explained I had washed it in the shower earlier and she suggested that I sit at the basin and that she would only lightly wash it and then she would put a good conditioner through it. I was about to do as she suggested when, much to my delight, she bent over to put the milk away.

"If I am not mistaken, she is enjoying flashing her tits at me as much as I am enjoying looking at them, " I thought. " That is the fourth time in quick succession and she knows what I am up to. Do I try for a hand full?"

"Sit," She suggested, indicating the first of the washing stations. "Relax your eyes, I mean your legs and enjoy your coffee while I wash your hair."

"What about your coffee? It will get cold." I chose to ignore the eye comment.

"I usually end up having coffee cold when I am in here." She laughed. "It's part of the job." She shrugged her shoulders, which made her breasts sway under her shirt.

She laid a small black towel across my shoulders and tucked it into my collar. Following that, she placed a large, light-weight smock across my clothes, which buttoned at the back behind my neck and, by pressing her hand on my shoulder, eased me back into the chair so that my neck entered the circular nook of the wrap-around basin.

"You do good coffee," I said, finishing the cup. It was a good coffee, just the way I like it; not too hot and not bitter.

She adjusted the water temperature and doused my hair. A small rivulet of water ran down my neck and onto my chest which made me shudder. Nicolina apologised and came around in front of me to fix the situation. She bent from the waist and reached for the towel another beside the basin. Her shirt did not disappoint and gapped appropriately, her breasts swinging with her every movement. Her cleavage deepened as she reached forward to rearrange the towel with her arms pressing her breasts together.

"Nice," I whispered.

"Thank you," she replied, although I was not sure if she felt I was commenting about the towel being fixed or her gapping top.

Sadly, she returned to washing my hair. Her strong fingers kneaded my head and scalp making me close my eyes in enjoyment. She rotated them in large swooping circles, pressing deeply into my head. She traced a path from my temples, around my ears and down the back of my head to the nape of my neck. Her scalp was massage technique was a highlight of the hair cutting process that I always looked forward to and today was no exception.

She rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and continued to the conditioning treatment stage. She massaged the conditioner in with equal vigour and then ran her nails back along the scalp. It felt wonderful. She was about to comb the fragrant mixture through my hair when she dropped it. The comb slid, as if it were on a ski jump, and flew off across the floor. Nicolina apologised for her clumsiness and went to retrieve the wayward comb. To my surprise she deliberately turned to face me as she bent to pick it up.

There they were again; her beautiful breasts in all their bra encased glory. I was left in no doubt this time about her conscious decision to openly display her bounty. Just what to do about it was my next dilemma.

She turned the tap off and started to dry my hair with the towel using long slow circular motions with her expert fingers. It was making me feel dreamily relaxed again despite the constant replay of the numerous views inside her shirt I had been afforded up to now.

"There. If you just take a seat over there," She pointed to the seat in front of the mirror directly across from me, "I will be with you in a moment. Would you like another coffee?"

"Sure," I said standing and turning to face her as I answered. Nicolina smiled warmly, her big brown eyes looking directly at me.

As I tried to convince myself of the need to act, she bent forward and opened the fridge, and for the umpteenth time she displayed her breasts to me. From her bent position she looked up.

"I only have full cream milk, is that okay?"

"It's fine by me," I replied, but I was not looking at her face and she knew it. In fact, I got the impression she had only asked to make sure I was looking at her tits.

"There could not be any other reason for it as she had used full cream milk for the first coffee," I reasoned to myself.

Stealing myself, I knew what to do.

I took a step closer as she straightened. My pulse thumped in my chest as I suppressed one of my long held fears, a fear that by shying away from direct action usually found me deeply regretting opting out; I was going to pounce.

"I'll bring it over to you Ray. Just take a seat?"

"No need. Let me give you a hand," I said. She was busy with the coffee as I reached out from under the smock and placed my left hand firmly on her left breast. She stopped immediately and slowly looked down at my hand and then slowly turned her head to look directly at me.

"I think you should remove your hand, Ray," she said in a steady tone. I gently flexed my fingers and squeezed her rounded globe. I could feel my pulse in my temples my heart was beating that hard. I was so nervous that she was going to react in a negative manner or even get angry, but I had gone this far I knew I had to make a stand.

"I don't think I can. Your continuous display had me wondering if it were all by chance but now..."

"Now what?" she asked with her hands still on the coffee machine. She had not made any attempt to remove my hand either. I took a deep breath.

"I think I've had enough of looking at your fabulous breasts from an arm's length, as it were. It's high time I got to see them up close and personal."

"What if I say no?"

"Oh, I don't think you'll say no." I moved my hand to undo her button.

"I don't think you should do that," she repeated. Nicolina cast her eyes down at the button briefly and then looked back at me. In that short moment her eyes had taken on a distinctly smouldering glaze. I knew then that verbally she was testing me and that her eyes seemed to be conveying her real desire.

I quickly unbuttoned the rest of her bright yellow shirt with one hand as I locked her eyes with mine. I could see her chest rising and falling slightly quicker than it had been as I let the sides on her unbuttoned shirt fall open. I moved closer and placed my right hand on the waist band of her skirt and slowly pressed my fingers into her lower abdomen. Gently I slid them down the front of her skirt and covered the area where her skirt flowed over her sex.

"I don't think you should do that," She whispered huskily. I also noted that she had swallowed heavily just before speaking.

"Why?" I asked, softly caressing the top her mound through her skirt. "I am not sure it's a good idea." "I am just trying to give a helping gland," I pleaded with a smile.

"Don't you mean hand?" She asked weakly.

"Both." I pressed my fingers either side of her hot mound and squeezed them together.

"Have a think about the words? You'll soon understand what I mean." My hushed words drifted to her as I fondled her lower body. She was thinking hard. I moved in behind her and pressed my hardened penis into her rounded behind. My right hand returned to working on her sex as I fondled her breast and bra with my left.

"Oh, I get it now." She moaned. Her appeals for me to stop had dissipated.

"How about you lock the front door and then I can really show you what we should do?" I whispered into her ear as I roughly pulled the cup of her bra below her left breast and squeezed the glorious orb. It was heavy, full and rounded and filled my hand to capacity. I pinched her nipple firmly which caused her body to quake with desire.

"Now, go close the door."

Her breath had quickened substantially as I fondled her exposed breast. I asked her again, pulling hard on her hard nipple. Her head sagged and rocked back as I pulled and teased her nipple.

"Oh god, that feels so good," she hissed. "Let me quickly lock the door."

I released her, but before she moved away, she kissed me fiercely. Her hands held my face as her mouth engulfed mine and her tongue speared deeply into my mouth exploring every nook and cranny. Her breath was ragged with desire and lust.

"I really want you," she rasped and ran to the door and locked it without bothering to cover herself.

"I didn't realise I was exposing so much of myself at first," she told me as she locked the door and turned the closed sign to face outward. Nicolina moved to turn the lights off, her left breast still hanging out over her bra cup. "But when I finally understood what was happening and I found it so

exciting. I decided to continue to tease you with no real thought of what might happen or how far it would eventually go...I didn't care, really. I found it irresistibly exciting to have a good looking man like you looking at me...it aroused me. I was on the verge of stopping myself or stopping you, whichever way you want to say it. I was thinking 'he would not want to look at my old saggy body, would he?' but then you..."

"How about you let me be the judge of what I look at and what I don't? I assured her. "You look amazing and your breasts are glorious. I recall telling you some time ago that you have all the right curves in all the right places, and believe me, you do."

She blushed noticeably.

I moved to her and wrapped her in my arms. We were standing in the middle of her salon and the look she gave me was with a look that was full of apprehension and uncertainty. I dismissed those impressions and pressed my lips to hers. Her disquiet quickly dissipated as we kissed. Our kiss started gently but gained intensity as any final feelings of apprehension disappeared to be replaced with a near carnal lust. Her hands slid to my jeans and engulfed my bulging cock.

"Fuck! It's so hard," she said surprised.

I was surprised. I had not heard her swear before, but under the circumstances, I was not going to discuss her use of language.

"It's further acknowledgement of what effect you and your fabulous body have had on me," I said, enjoying the feel of her hand as she massaged my cock and balls.

She kissed me again and started to undo my jeans. Our lips mashed together and our tongues collided in that time honoured dance. Our hands got busy; she unbuttoned the smock and let it slip to the floor before attacking the waist of my jeans as I fumbled with the three hooks of her bra. She moaned seductively into my mouth as each hook released and I pushed my groin into her tummy as she slowly pushed the zip down.

"Where to?" I asked, breathing deeply.

"There is a massage table in Lilly's room," she rasped, clawing at my crotch, trying to get my jeans off as we walked.

I nudged the unlocked door open with my foot as we entered, wrapped in each other's arms. It was a tiny room with a low ceiling, measuring no more than three square metres (ten square feet). The

floating floor was made of gloss polished pine timber and the gyprock walls were painted egg shell white. It was a warm and comfortable room with shelves running the length of the rear wall which were full of beauty and waxing products. Two white cotton curtains hung from a runner just inside the door, which I assumed would be pulled across to provide privacy in the event Lilly had to exit the room while a client was on the table.

I pushed her blouse from her shoulders and placed soft kisses on each as they became visible. She moaned aloud as my lips made contact with the soft flesh of her neck while my fingers groped at her tits. Pulling her closer I kissed her neck more firmly, drawing the perfumed skin into my mouth and gently chewed on it. Gently I pressed my body closer to hers and guided her to sit on the table behind us as I slowly stripped her shirt away; first the right arm and then the left as I followed the material down with my lips.

Her arms were long and lithe and slightly darker than her torso due to sun exposure, yet the skin was equally as soft and fragrant. I traced the contours of each arm with my lips as her cotton shirt slipped away. She entwined her fingers into my damp hair and caressed my head as I softly kissed her skin moving down the right arm and then back up, across her throat to repeat the treatment to her left arm. I gently curled my fingers into the bra straps at her shoulders and kissed her there as well. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me hard against her heaving body. She pushed my head downward and gasped aloud as I engulfed her thick dark brown right nipple and massaged her left with my hand.

"Arrggghhh, uhmmm..." she moaned. "It's been so long since I've had anyone touch me..." She wiggled her bra straps off her body and discarded the garment on the floor as I continued to feed on her tit. Her comment spurred me on as well. If I had startedout seeking purely my own pleasure, I was now determined to give her a "right seeing too", the likes of which she would remember for a long time.

"You have a great body," she whispered as she guided me to stand for a moment as she discarded my shirt. Her fingers glided over my skin, outlining the muscle contours of my chest and lightly draw circles around my nipples. I shivered noticeably.

"Sensitive, are they?" she asked in a hushed voice.

"A little," I replied smiling. "It's a great feeling though."

"Powerful," she said as she cupped my pectoral muscles and caressed them.

"I might have a slim body, but I can at least lift my own weight," I said, feeling proud of the fact that

she liked what she saw.

"An athletic build. In fact, from the width of your shoulders, I would say you do a fair bit of swimming." "I used to when I was younger; body surfing, not laps in a pool."

She sat on the table as I was standing between her splayed legs in my undone jeans. I placed my left hand on her cheek and kissed her deeply again. Our tongues swirled and romped together like two playfully puppies. Our ragged breathing filled the room. As we kissed, I cupped her behind and slowly lifted her and laid her down on the massage table. My right thigh rested heavily on her mound which she rocked, thrusting up against me in an erotic dance.

I stood and surveyed her long, luscious body that was laid out before me. Her breasts fell heavily onto her chest, which was rising and falling significantly. Her olive skin seemed to glow in the low light of the room and I could only but admire the beautiful appeal of her womanly assets.

"View no more." I thought. "It's time to feast."

I kissed her mouth tenderly as I tweaked both of her dark nipples and gently tease her sensitive flesh. She moaned louder as I pull on them and slowly kissed my way down along her musky neckline. She looked so divine laying there half naked; her breasts heaving with every inhalation. Tenderly I move d further down, across her undulating chest and into her devastating cleavage. I breathed in her intoxicating perfume and kissed my way to the crest of her glorious orbs. Softly at first, I sucked on her nipples and placed butterfly kisses on the slightly rounded belly which made her moan and curl her toes.

As I kissed my way across the faint Caesarean scar along her tummy, Nicolina raised her head, a little dismayed.

"Ray," she whispered, "You don't have..." I cut her off.

"Nicolina, this scar shows that you are alive. I understand the heart ache that goes with it, but it is part of you; don't be ashamed of it. Like you, it is beautiful."

"Do you think so?" she asked, her eyes beginning to mist.

I did not reply with words; I simply kissed the scar again and moved my mouth back to her breast. Her skin was soft and warm. I circled her areola and flicked the hard nipple with the tip of my tongue

before I ran it down the slope of her breast and up into her armpit which made her squirm and giggle. I laughed at her response and she told me it tickled, playfully slapping my shoulder. I stopped tickling her and tenderly kissed her mouth before trailing my lips back her nipples and sucked on them harder and harder.

Nicolina bridged herself by digging her heels into the cushion of the table and raised her arse. I reached under her behind and unzipped her denim skirt. Deftly she pushed the skirt away from her hips and rested her bottom back on the table as she pushed the skirt further down her legs. I grabbed hold of the hem and pulled firmly and once it came free of her legs, I flung it aside not caring where it landed. I had Nicolina's body to take care of and it demanded urgent attention.

That left Nicolina with only one piece of clothing. From the crest of her breast I looked down across the expanse of her body and saw, for the first time, her knickers. There was only one way I could think of to describe them: Her knickers were practical.

"These are absolutely enormous panties." The line from Bridget Jones sprang into my mind. " Obviously she dressed for work, not seduction."

I resumed my attack on her breasts and engulfed them with intent, leaving a thick coating of salvia on each of her hard nipples. Nicolina was panting hard as she pushed my head lower across her heaving stomach, telling me through actions alone what she wanted.

I bypassed her crotch and went straight to her knees. I softly kissed each and massaged her calves as I moved lower, past her ankles to her feet. Somewhere during our engagement in the main part of the salon, she had removed her shoes so I took full advantage and suck each of her toes. She squirmed even harder and laughed, complaining that it tickled but begged me not to stop. I sucked each toe delicately, swishing them with the flat of my tongue.