**AUTHORS NOTE: This piece follows “An Intro to Aimee” but it’s not entirely necessary to read both.
This is a work of fiction featuring characters all over the age of 18.**
“He said I was getting fat,” she whispers, her eyes glistening. Tears forcing their way to the surface. She dabs at the moisture as though this might calm it, as though it might keep the sea from rising.
“He said I’d always been a little heavy, but that he just wasn’t attracted to me anymore. That it was too bad, because I used to be hot.”
Samantha is crying now, the levee breached. This beautiful woman’s confidence felled by one self-absorbed asshole. A cruelty she should have been spared.
I found out she was coming to see me a week ago, when the receptionist handed me a note. A missed call from a client, “Adam,” it said, scribbled in blue ink across the torn page. I felt my heart skip a beat, excitement coursing beneath my skin and between my legs.
Was he coming back in town?
It had been a month since I’d met him, when he’d stopped in before a friend’s wedding. His massage got a little out of hand and I ended up feeling him, slight and firm, within mine. He was so nervous, so naked in his sensitivity. It made me want to help him, to turn his fear into pleasure. Afterwards, all I wanted was to try again.
I excitedly dialed his number from my cellphone as soon as I had a break, hoping he’d take my use of a personal line as a hint. I wanted to see him.
“Hello?” He answered, his voice cautious.
I was immediately grateful that he picked up, I never answered unknown numbers. His brain was probably juggling the options, wondering whether I was a bot looking for local property or the allegedly cute, freckled girl who jerked him off in a hotel spa.
“Adam!” I exclaimed.
Clearly the second.
“Hey, Aimee!” He responded, genuinely pleased. His voice was so bright and earnest, each emotion always clear and unmistakable. He hid nothing, meanwhile I’d been hiding for my entire life.
But not anymore.
“How are you?” I asked.
“I’m great,” he bounced back joyfully, “work has been crazy busy. I kept wanting to call you but I didn’t know if I should, and I didn’t have your cell.”
“You do now,” I smiled.
“I do!” He laughed. “Not an accident then, I hope?”
“No. Definitely not an accident.”
“Good…” he paused and I could practically hear him grinning. Blushing. God, he was cute.
“So, I wanted to let you know two things. First, that I’m going to be in town next weekend and I’d really like- no, I’d really love- to take you out. If you’d be interested.
“The second thing is that I’m coming with a coworker. A friend, actually. I hope you aren’t upset but I kind of told her about you, about what you did for me. She hasn’t…I mean, we haven’t ever fooled around, it’s not like that. But she’s going through a rough patch and I thought maybe you could help her.”
Help her? I wondered.
“Not necessarily like you did for me of course, I mean unless that’s something, nevermind. God, that would be hot though. Sorry! Shut up, brain! Ok, what I’m trying to say is that she has been going through a really bad breakup and this guy- her ex- that fucker just, like, destroyed her. I’ve never seen her this way. It’s like she hates herself. He broke her and I don’t know how to help short of getting myself arrested for kicking his ass. Although, truth be told, he might be able to kick mine. I’m not sure, kind of a draw. Anyway, I’m sorry. I’m rambling.”
Adam took a deep breath and let it back out. Waiting.
I didn’t mind at all that he told her. Maybe I should have, but I was happy I’d helped him enough that he’d opened up to someone else. Flattered that he thought I might be able to help this stranger too.
“I have a cancellation Saturday morning if she wants to come in then, you’ll have to call the desk back to schedule. I’d be happy to meet her though,” I answered, still a little dizzy about our date.
“So,” I continued, “where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” Adam said in a hushed voice. As though someone hearing that a surprise existed may in fact spoil the surprise itself.
I laughed. “Ok then, you have my number. Saturday?”
I hung up the phone and slipped it back into my pocket, giddy. Grinning from ear to ear. How could I wait an entire week?
The days flew by as it turned out, a non-stop bombardment of necessities from both work and home. It only made me look forward to my date with Adam more, it would be the perfect chance to catch my breath. And maybe, if I was lucky, share a little of his.
My first appointment was with a local client, a repeat visitor prone to tight, knotted shoulders and migraines. I could help her as frequently as time and money would allow, but until she corrected her posture there was little I could do beyond attempting damage control. She was an exceptionally tall woman, and I always wondered whether she shrunk herself on purpose, slouching to hide. asyabahis yeni giriş To become less of a target, they way I had. I wished she would stop hurting herself like that. I could promise that no one wanted her to.
When her massage was finished I walked her back to the lockers and glanced at the schedule to confirm my next appointment. Yep, it was time for Samantha.
I was nervous, excited to try and help her but fearful that I might fail. What if I choked? What if I didn’t know what to say or do, or god forbid, what if I somehow made things worse? A surge of anxiety raced through my chest and I braced against the wall for a moment, trying to regain my composure.
It’s ok, I thought, just relax. I didn’t agree to anything specific. Maybe all she needs is a great massage. I can do that.
I can help.
I’ve got this.
I gently open the door to the waiting area.
“Samantha?” I ask.
A woman stands to greet me.
Even dressed down and bare-faced, she’s beautiful, like she stepped out of a vintage Hollywood film. Dark blonde hair and large blue eyes with heavy lashes. Full lips and a round face. Her body is deliciously thick, even disguised in loose clothing you can see every curve, the fullness of her breasts and hips. God, I can only imagine what she looks like from behind. I thought I’d grown past my insecurities, but I’m more jealous than I’d care to admit.
How could anyone be that blind to their own gifts?
I reach my hand out to shake hers and we head back to the locker rooms so she can change.
“You know,” I turn to her when she comes back out in her robe, “we have a little extra time. They do offer mimosas here if you’d like one.” I smile.
“Oh my god, that sounds perfect,” she grins. The sun briefly peeking out from the clouds. She leans in and whispers, “Can I just skip the juice?”
I laugh and tell her of course, showing her to her room so she can relax as I grab her champagne. She’s seated on the table when I come back in, and I hand her the glass.
“What?” She feigns offense, “none for you?”
“I can’t,” I wave my hands, smiling. “Work.”
“Have a sip, I won’t tell.” She presses a perfectly manicured finger to her lips. Shhhhh.
“Alright, just one,” I grin, taking a small sip and savoring the bubbles, crisp and light as they dance along my tongue. It feels wrong, enjoying something so decadent this early in the day. What the hell though, it sounds like she deserves it.
“Adam told me about you,” she says quietly, getting straight to the point.
My cheeks burn, suddenly embarrassed. How unprofessional I must have sounded. What could she possibly have thought?
“I think it’s really sweet, what you did for him,” she answers before I can find any words. “I didn’t know about his, uh, issue before. He had a really hard time mentioning it but I think he felt sorry for me, for how shitty things have been going. Not gonna lie, I’ve been a mess since my ex left me. I’m an absolute dumpster fire of a human being right now.”
She gives a sad laugh. A pause. Her eyes begin to water.
“He said I was getting fat…”
She tells me the story, how they met in class, both in marketing. How she fell head over heels instantly, that they’d been together for years. And that he dropped her, abruptly, cruelly, mocking every piece of her life and body. Making her doubt her own value.
“Did you ever consider,” I start hesitantly, “that he wants you to feel this way because he doesn’t want you to move on? That he’s afraid you’ll find someone else? He wants his cake but won’t let you have yours.”
“He’d say I should go without dessert for once,” she sighs, wiping away the tears and downing the rest of her champagne. “Seriously, Aimee, he’s right. I’ve gained so much weight since I met him. I was never delicate like you are, but I was thinner than I am now. Life changes, people change. Apparently I changed for the worse.”
Delicate. That’s a new one. Scrawny feels more apt.
“Sam,” she offers.
“Sam,” I continue. “I would have sold my soul to get a body like yours.”
“What?” She asks, confused.
“I would have given anything to look like you. No joke,” I clarify.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she laughs, incredulous. “You’re built like a friggin’ model. Why the hell would you want to look like me?”
I practically choke.
“Really?” I ask sincerely. Perplexed and surprised. I pull my shirt tight against my torso so she can see my body better. “Any curves you see…padded. It’s like my body received a manual on puberty and the entire team quit after page one. I’ve had literal bee stings that were bigger.”
She lets out an unexpected giggle. Good, I think. Laughter is definitely better than tears.
“I promise,” I continue, “everything about your body that you worry about, everything you might hate, someone like me is watching and wanting. Envying of the way your hips sway when you walk, or the glimpse of cleavage when you bend over asyabahis giriş to grab something. Fuck, to have real cleavage at all!”
She gives a small smile, I think she’s starting to feel a little better, but then the smile fades and I’ve lost her again. “You haven’t really seen it though, you’d probably change your mind if you did,” she says, her voice haunted by disappointment. “My ex certainly changed his.”
She’s staring at the ground, her feet dangling. Silent.
“Your ex is an idiot and a dick,” I assure her. “I wouldn’t change my mind.”
I’m not sure how I know it, but it’s true. I can feel it when I look at her.
“Do you want to see it?” She asks suddenly, quietly, surprising us both. Glancing up from the floor.
“Of course. If that’s alright. You don’t have to though,” I blush. I want her to show me. I want to see the body she hates so much.
I want to see her so badly it hurts.
She slides off of the bed and stands, untying the belt to her robe, slowly opening it for me. It slips off of her shoulders and she sets it aside.
My heart races.
I have never seen anything so blatantly feminine before. She’s like The Birth of Venus with bigger tits, full and round and high, tipped with wide, dark pink nipples. Her waist dips in slightly before flaring back out to make room for her luscious hips and thighs, the gentle slope of her small belly just another curve. The only straight line on her figure is the one between her legs, the slit of her smooth fold. Her pussy shaved bare.
“Sam,” I swallow, the warmth in my own now concentrated and pulsing, drawing arousal out from deep in its core. “Your body is incredible.”
She keeps her gaze locked on the floor, eyes still afraid to meet mine. I understand that she feels scared and self-conscious, it takes a lot to be on display like this, to let someone see you. Allowing them to take it all in, every inch. But I want more.
“Turn around for me,” I whisper.
She obliges, spinning slowly, gracefully, blonde hair swishing softly around her shoulders.
I sigh appreciatively.
Her ass, good lord.
Men should be lining up just to hold it, to bury themselves in it. I would gladly sleep on it like a pillow if I could. It’s exquisite.
“Your ass, Sam. Wow,” I give a hushed laugh of approval. “How could anyone say no to you? What an absolute moron that guy must be.”
She turns back around, “You really think so?” She looks unconvinced, her skin flushed, tiny tremors in her fingers.
“You have no idea,” I tell her. “You’re beautiful. I mean it. Please don’t ever lose weight unless you want to, you are so pretty like this. You would be no matter what.”
She smiles at me, genuinely calmer but still hesitant.
“Are you sure you’re not just being nice?” She asks suspiciously.
“Samantha,” I groan, “this might be crossing a line, but you have no idea how turned on I am right now. How insanely attractive you are. If it’s not too much to ask, can we do your massage like this? Naked? The bed is heated, I promise I won’t let you get cold. You can always use the blanket if you’d rather.”
I hold my breath, hoping I haven’t offended her. She talked to Adam though, she had to know this would be something new. A different experience for us both.
I fidget, afraid I’ve ruined everything somehow.
I wish she’d respond.
“Ok,” she finally looks up. “I think that would be fun. But I’m going to warn you, I’m kind of turned on too.”
“Good,” I grin. “Then we both enjoy you being naked.”
She climbs onto the bed and lies face down. I take in the expanse of soft, smooth flesh. Tracing her spine down to that magnificent ass. I massage her selfishly, taking my time not only for her benefit but because I love watching the way it moves whenever I work my hands deep into the muscles of her thighs and back. How it quivers the more enthusiastically I rub. I want to grab a handful of it, to smack it lightly and watch it shake.
Honestly, how the hell did someone leave that?
“Is it ok if I massage here?” I ask her, lightly cupping a plump cheek in my hand. “I know it sounds weird but I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”
I think we both will.
“Aimee, you can touch me anywhere,” she murmurs. “This feels amazing.”
I smile and my heart skips a beat, grateful she’s letting me move wherever I want as I massage the large, flawless globes of her ass. Watching them dimple when I squeeze, gently spreading apart when I pull. Working both sides rhythmically, enthralled by the view.
“God, I could do this all day,” I confess. I want her to know.
“Seriously?” She asks from the headrest.
“Seriously,” I murmur, running my hands along her warm flesh. I don’t want to stop but unfortunately we’re on the clock, and I do need her to turn over.
I touch her gently and ask if she can lie on her back, watching her breasts shift positions as she turns. I imagine what it must have been like, feeling them pushed beneath her. Or how it felt to asyabahis güvenilirmi her boyfriend when they pressed against him. The way they must have bounced whenever he fucked her, shaking as he pounded her from behind.
I don’t hate my body anymore but I still would love to know, if even for a day, how it feels to have such jaw-dropping tits. I wonder if she’s ever let anyone fuck her between them, whether she’s felt some man’s cock tucked neatly into her impressive cleavage. Sending thick, hot spurts of cum trickling down her breasts and her large pink nipples. I picture Adam’s little dick burrowing into her and even though I know they’ve never slept together, I find it oddly arousing pretending that they have.
Would he look at her with as much desire as I do?
How could he not?
“I wish I had these,” I exhale, my fingers caressing her breasts. Teasing her hard nipples.
“I’m sure yours are perfect,” she moans as I lightly tug one. Then, as if reading my mind, “Aimee, he’s going to love them. I promise.”
My ears burn, embarrassed that I’m so easily read but also relieved that she thinks so. She knows him better than I do. Well, better in most ways.
She lets me continue rubbing her, playing with her gorgeous tits and nipples. Her hips rising and falling almost imperceptibly as I do it. If only she could see herself right now, any doubts she had would be erased. Released with each small breath. Every slight shiver of pleasure.
It gives me an idea.
I pause to search one of the drawers behind me, browsing through the various spa tools, pulling out a large handheld mirror.
“What’s that for?” She asks, her eyes shimmering with curiosity, face flushed with arousal.
She’s so stunning right now. She needs to see it.
I hand her the mirror and she glances at herself then looks back at me, unsure.
“I want you to watch yourself while I touch you,” I whisper. “You have to see how incredible you look. I can tell you as much as I want, but I need you to understand. Is that alright?”
She hesitates, her eyes briefly shut. When she opens them again she holds up the mirror, her gaze meeting itself. She sighs.
“I can try.”
That’s all I’m asking.
I continue fondling her nipples, but this time my other hand moves lower, grazing her soft stomach, her pelvis, the small mound above her bare, creamy lips. My fingers gently part them, searching between the smooth, wet folds, swollen with arousal. Rosy and slick.
I carefully slip a finger inside of her, then draw it back out, watching her face as I do. I push it back into her small, glistening hole, meeting little resistance this time, tenderly exploring the heat of her body, teasing her with just one. Her breath quickens. She wants more.
I add a second finger, my knuckles slowly disappearing into her tight opening. I slide them in and out of her as she presses her hips back against me. She moans as I cautiously push in a third, her pussy hesitantly stretching around it.
“Is this ok?” I whisper. She can barely take them when I’m all the way in.
Sam nods. “I like it,” she confesses, her features tensing beautifully as I fuck her. She watches the mirror as I move, glancing between her reflection and the hand pumping leisurely between her thighs, massaging inside her luscious cunt. A small moan escapes from her soft mouth.
I pull my fingers out and glide them upwards to her clit, my fingertips gingerly brushing against the delicate, warm pearl, coaxed from its little hood by my strokes. She trembles whenever I touch it. I increase my speed first, then pressure, occasionally dipping back inside of her pussy for its generous lubrication, for the juices it keeps offering in return. I start rubbing her faster, my fingertips working in tiny circles against her clit, then moving rapidly back and forth. Racing against her, staying consistent. She exhales sharply, shaking, holding the mirror higher so she can see more of her body’s responses within it. I hope she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
It certainly looks like she is.
She’s panting quietly when I bring her near climax, her face flushed as she tries to stifle a cry of pleasure.
“Aimee,” she gasps between breaths, “I think I’m close.”
“Good,” I murmur back, “let go. I bet you look even prettier when you cum.”
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, jerking her head. She arches her back, tits thrust upwards, her eyes never leaving the mirror.
I’ve never seen anything so erotic.
Her body spasms with each contraction as she cums hard, my finger pulsing her clit slower, steadily, careful with her heightened sensitivity, the intensity of her orgasm. I gradually come to a gentle stop and her mouth parts as she sighs, something within her finally released.
She’s lighter now.
Freed of a different weight.
I let her catch her breath before I touch her shoulder.
“Did you watch?” I ask, even though I know.
“Yes,” she closes her eyes, handing me the mirror. She’s breathing softly, calmly. Soothed.
“What did you think?” I tuck a stray, golden lock behind her ear.
“I think my ex is a fucking idiot,” Sam laughs. She means it.
I grin, pleased. “Absolutely.”
She sees herself now, the same way that I see her. The way anyone would.