Olivia giggled as she talked with John. She was sitting on his couch drinking a beer, her first bottle sat empty on the coffee table. John was mixing up a rum and Coke at the bar a few feet away.
“So, John.” Olivia said as she shifted the conversation to another topic.
“I can’t imagine you getting a massage. I know you. I bet you were super uncomfortable.” She continued to giggle.
“Well this place looked pretty nice and clean, so I wasn’t too weirded out. But yeah… I was sort of nervous.”
“I bet.” Olivia said. “Did you have to get all naked and everything? Don’t tell me you scared some poor masseuse with that swinging meat of yours!”
John snorted in laughter.
Olivia continued. “Maybe I’ll go see this miracle worker masseuse of yours. It’s a woman right? I don’t know if I’d want some big guy I don’t know rubbing me all down with oil.”
John looked up at Olivia as he stepped back towards the couch. Olivia always got this talkative after a drink or two.
“Well she-“ He was interrupted by the door bell ringing.
“Who could that be?” Olivia sat up suddenly.
“Oh shit. What time is it?” John said digging in his pocket for his phone.
“I didn’t know you were expecting anybody.”
John was looking around in a mild panic.
“Wait! Do you have a date?! You should have told me. I didn’t mean to invite myself over like this.” Olivia said standing up quickly.
“Its okay. Its my fault. I… got distracted. Lost track of time.”
John paused for a moment.
“Its actually the masseuse from today.” He explained. “I invited her over.”
Olivia’s eyes widened with realization.
“You sly dog!”
John smiled.
“Well you better get the door.” She said “I’m sure she’s excited to try it out” Olivia brushed her hand across John’s crotch. He clearly heard a little jealousy in her voice.
John sighed. How was he doing to explain to Amy why Olivia was here? And how mad is Olivia going to be for kicking her out? But John had no time to think.
John and Olivia walked over to the front door and John opened it.
“Sorry. I was just…” The words caught in John’s throat.
Amy stood contrapposto with one had resting on her hip. The tight, red cocktail dress she wore clung to every inch of her curvy body, tapering in from her wide hips, to her narrow waist, before being stretched taught across her massive chest. Her dark hair, no longer in a pony-tail, hung down straight to either side of her face. Her big, pouty lips were painted in red lipstick. They were parted slightly as if she was already in a state of slight arousal.
After a moment Amy’s eyes broke their lock on John’s and she looked over to Olivia who was standing behind John.
Olivia was even more taken aback than John. In retrospect she didn’t know what to expect John’s date to look like, but she didn’t no expect this hyper-sexual bombshell.
“Uhh…” John was the first to speak after what felt like a long time. “Amy, this is… this is my neighbor, Olivia.
“Oh yes. Hi. I was just about to leave” Olivia said taking a step toward the door. “So nice to meet you.” She gave a tiny, frantic wave.
“No.” Amy looked Olivia up and down. Even in her heels Olivia still stood an inch taller than Amy.
“Why dont you stay? The more the merrier.” Amy made a big smile.
“I uhh-“ John began.
“No really. Its okay, John” Amy cut him off. “I just came over here to hang out. I don’t mid if Olivia joins us.”
John looked back at Olivia. She was blushing a bit and looked like she didn’t know what to do.
“Well please come in.” John stepped aside and motioned Amy to enter.
Amy stepped forward, her heels clicking on the hard wood floor. She looked around.
“This is a big apartment.” Amy said.
“Thanks.” John chuckled. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure. Ill have whatever you’re having.”
Olivia watched Amy’s shapely figure as she walked from the entrance hallway to the living room. Even the way she walked exuded sexuality. Her hips swayed with each step exuding an almost animalistic grace.
Olivia was very happy with her appearance and her figure. She was lucky enough to stay thin and fit even though she frequently ate junk food and drank beer, but where she always had thought herself to be particularly lucky was that she had a pretty big rack for someone with her physique. After quickly growing out to an E cup in her freshman year of high school, she had forever been the girl with “big boobs”. She even had to double layer sports bras when she worked out so that she didn’t make a spectacle of herself.
But now she suddenly found herself feeling inadequate. Amy’s boobs were absurdly large, easily dwarfing Olivia’s chest. Then on top of that Amy was blessed with a big, round ass and thick thighs. Amy’s figure was simply unreal.
Olivia walked around Amy and sat back down on the couch where she had been sitting. Her beer sat waiting for her, dripping with condensation. She felt she needed a drink.
“Is rum and Coke is okay?” John asked, resuming his spot at the bar.
“That would be great.” Amy smiled looking down from the tall ceilings to where John stood.
“Do you want another drink?” John asked Olivia.
When he looked over at Olivia she had her head back and was slamming back what was left of her beer. She sat it down on the table with a clack.
“Yes please.” She said with a gasp.
Olivia looked over to Amy. “So, Amy… How do you know John?” She asked, playing dumb.
“Well-“ Amy started and she took a seat on the opposite end of the large couch. “John is actually a new client at my massage parlor.”
“Oooh. I see!” Olivia said beginning to relax a bit. “So you work as a masseuse there?”
“Yes. Well I own and operate the business as well. But yes, I’m still very hands on in my work as well.” Amy smirked at Olivia.
Olivia laughed nervously. How far had she gotten with John already? She wondered. It was no doubt she knew what he was packing. As long as she had known John she knew that almost any woman that knew about his endowment would jump at the opportunity to try it out. She was sure that Amy was here for the same reason.
“So, John.” Olivia said as she shifted the conversation to another topic.
“I can’t imagine you getting a massage. I know you. I bet you were super uncomfortable.” She continued to giggle.
“Well this place looked pretty nice and clean, so I wasn’t too weirded out. But yeah… I was sort of nervous.”
“I bet.” Olivia said. “Did you have to get all naked and everything? Don’t tell me you scared some poor masseuse with that swinging meat of yours!”
John snorted in laughter.
Olivia continued. “Maybe I’ll go see this miracle worker masseuse of yours. It’s a woman right? I don’t know if I’d want some big guy I don’t know rubbing me all down with oil.”
John looked up at Olivia as he stepped back towards the couch. Olivia always got this talkative after a drink or two.
“Well she-“ He was interrupted by the door bell ringing.
“Who could that be?” Olivia sat up suddenly.
“Oh shit. What time is it?” John said digging in his pocket for his phone.
“I didn’t know you were expecting anybody.”
John was looking around in a mild panic.
“Wait! Do you have a date?! You should have told me. I didn’t mean to invite myself over like this.” Olivia said standing up quickly.
“Its okay. Its my fault. I… got distracted. Lost track of time.”
John paused for a moment.
“Its actually the masseuse from today.” He explained. “I invited her over.”
Olivia’s eyes widened with realization.
“You sly dog!”
John smiled.
“Well you better get the door.” She said “I’m sure she’s excited to try it out” Olivia brushed her hand across John’s crotch. He clearly heard a little jealousy in her voice.
John sighed. How was he doing to explain to Amy why Olivia was here? And how mad is Olivia going to be for kicking her out? But John had no time to think.
John and Olivia walked over to the front door and John opened it.
“Sorry. I was just…” The words caught in John’s throat.
Amy stood contrapposto with one had resting on her hip. The tight, red cocktail dress she wore clung to every inch of her curvy body, tapering in from her wide hips, to her narrow waist, before being stretched taught across her massive chest. Her dark hair, no longer in a pony-tail, hung down straight to either side of her face. Her big, pouty lips were painted in red lipstick. They were parted slightly as if she was already in a state of slight arousal.
After a moment Amy’s eyes broke their lock on John’s and she looked over to Olivia who was standing behind John.
Olivia was even more taken aback than John. In retrospect she didn’t know what to expect John’s date to look like, but she didn’t no expect this hyper-sexual bombshell.
“Uhh…” John was the first to speak after what felt like a long time. “Amy, this is… this is my neighbor, Olivia.
“Oh yes. Hi. I was just about to leave” Olivia said taking a step toward the door. “So nice to meet you.” She gave a tiny, frantic wave.
“No.” Amy looked Olivia up and down. Even in her heels Olivia still stood an inch taller than Amy.
“Why dont you stay? The more the merrier.” Amy made a big smile.
“I uhh-“ John began.
“No really. Its okay, John” Amy cut him off. “I just came over here to hang out. I don’t mid if Olivia joins us.”
John looked back at Olivia. She was blushing a bit and looked like she didn’t know what to do.
“Well please come in.” John stepped aside and motioned Amy to enter.
Amy stepped forward, her heels clicking on the hard wood floor. She looked around.
“This is a big apartment.” Amy said.
“Thanks.” John chuckled. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure. Ill have whatever you’re having.”
Olivia watched Amy’s shapely figure as she walked from the entrance hallway to the living room. Even the way she walked exuded sexuality. Her hips swayed with each step exuding an almost animalistic grace.
Olivia was very happy with her appearance and her figure. She was lucky enough to stay thin and fit even though she frequently ate junk food and drank beer, but where she always had thought herself to be particularly lucky was that she had a pretty big rack for someone with her physique. After quickly growing out to an E cup in her freshman year of high school, she had forever been the girl with “big boobs”. She even had to double layer sports bras when she worked out so that she didn’t make a spectacle of herself.
But now she suddenly found herself feeling inadequate. Amy’s boobs were absurdly large, easily dwarfing Olivia’s chest. Then on top of that Amy was blessed with a big, round ass and thick thighs. Amy’s figure was simply unreal.
Olivia walked around Amy and sat back down on the couch where she had been sitting. Her beer sat waiting for her, dripping with condensation. She felt she needed a drink.
“Is rum and Coke is okay?” John asked, resuming his spot at the bar.
“That would be great.” Amy smiled looking down from the tall ceilings to where John stood.
“Do you want another drink?” John asked Olivia.
When he looked over at Olivia she had her head back and was slamming back what was left of her beer. She sat it down on the table with a clack.
“Yes please.” She said with a gasp.
Olivia looked over to Amy. “So, Amy… How do you know John?” She asked, playing dumb.
“Well-“ Amy started and she took a seat on the opposite end of the large couch. “John is actually a new client at my massage parlor.”
“Oooh. I see!” Olivia said beginning to relax a bit. “So you work as a masseuse there?”
“Yes. Well I own and operate the business as well. But yes, I’m still very hands on in my work as well.” Amy smirked at Olivia.
Olivia laughed nervously. How far had she gotten with John already? She wondered. It was no doubt she knew what he was packing. As long as she had known John she knew that almost any woman that knew about his endowment would jump at the opportunity to try it out. She was sure that Amy was here for the same reason.