I had the perfect view, as Jasper stands and moves the adjacent bench so that he can walk behind the one she is sitting on. He does so and standing directly behind her, lays both hands on her shoulders. He begins some kind of stroking movement. I can’t see exactly what it is, as he is obscuring the view. All I can do is wait and try not to cough! Ninjas definitely don’t cough on the job!
It appears that he doesn’t think this position is being particularly effective because, after only a minute, he asks her to stand up, turn to her right and raise her arms straight out to her sides, in a crucifix pose and focus on slowing down her breathing. He walks back around to her side of the bench. He removes his jacket, folds it, and lays it down, then rolling up both sleeves, moves directly behind her. They were now standing sideways, right in front of me, not 15ft away.
Placing his hands on her shoulders he asks her to take several long, slow deep breaths. She does so, inhaling so deeply it pushes her chest out. It appears to be quite a chest too! There seems to be a lot of treasure, lurking under that fluffy white jumper.
Sliding his hands from her shoulders along the length of her arms, he holds her wrists and begins raising her arms up higher, until they are straight up above her head. She is carrying on with her deep breathing, and he asks her to hold that position. He is massaging her from the tips of her fingers, down the outsides of her arms, and down her sides to her hips.
He kneels behind her, his head not 6 inches from her arse (this is an arse, I must point out, that you could comfortably you stand a dinner plate on) and continues to massage the outside of her legs down to her ankles, then reversing the process, ends up at her fingertips once more. Jasper repeats these movements a few more times, all the while calmly talking to her, reassuring her, and getting her to keep focusing on her breathing.
After a minute or 5, he tells her she can put her arms down now and remove her shoes. He reaches down to retrieve his case from the floor, before placing it on the bench and opening it. He tells her he has just got hold of an amazing massage oil, blended from tropical fruits, that he thinks would really help her.
“Could you just remove that fluffy jumper for me please young lady? We don’t want to get any of the product on it.”
“Ok.” She just grabs the hem of her jumper and pulls it up over her head. Pulling her arms from it, she throws it over the back of the bench, a few feet from me. I can smell her perfume on it. Underneath, she has on a simple white camisole top, amply filled out by a very impressive, bra-free set of sizeable tits. Kicking her shoes off, she sits them side by side under the bench.
Jasper has found the jar he is looking for and unscrews the lid. Sticking two fingers in, he removes a small blob of the fragrant product. Placing the open jar back on the bench beside him, he begins rubbing his palms together to coat his hands and warm the oil.
He asks her to pull her hair forward over her chest and to just stand relaxed now, arms by her sides, as he starts to rub the oil across her shoulders and down her arms. He works it into her skin. She comments on the beautiful smell and how warming it feels. From my vantage point, I can smell oranges and some kind of flower, maybe plastic poppies…
I am not a natural gardener.
He pauses to turn around and pick up the jar again. Tilting it slightly, he pours some more of the heavily scented oil, directly onto her left shoulder, allowing it to run gently down her arm. Using his hand, he catches the cascade and massages it into her skin.
Then he moves the jar over to her right shoulder and begins tipping it up. It does look quite gloopy, and clearly, not enough is coming out, at that angle, so he increases the tilt. Suddenly, a large dollop of it runs from the jar, cascading over her shoulder and freely running down her front, wetting the right side of her vest. As the oil stain spreads, her top is becoming invisible on that side.
I watch the material around her right nipple becoming damp. The nipple is now clearly visible and hardens as the, yet cool liquid bathes it. The female internal wiring system that connects their nipples together kicks in and now both of Emma’s are hardening.
“Oh God,” he says, “I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”
“That’s ok, it’s just an old vest anyway. Don’t worry. Should I just take it off completely Doc?” she asks.
“Well, it will probably be easier. We need to coat as much of your skin with the oil, as we possibly can. Some of my clients love the sensation so much, they prefer to be completely nude for the sessions,” informs Jasper. “You wouldn’t get the maximum effect if we only massaged it into your shoulders.” With that, she lifts the vest over her head and throws it on the table nearby.
Shit the bed, those tits are amazing! Sitting proudly on her chest, with nipples you could hang a wet bath towel on.
Clad only in her little white skirt now, Jasper puts her back into ‘crucifix pose’ and asks her to open her legs a little wider. Having put more oil on his hands, he proceeds to rub it in. Given his height, he can stand behind her and easily reach both her outstretched hands at the same time. He begins again, at her fingertips, just lightly running his fingers across the tops of her hands and arms, inward towards her neck, then out again. Gently blending the oil into her skin. Then switches to rubbing oil into her palms and along the underside of her arms and into her armpits.
He asks her how she got into commentating, and she is happy to tell him. “It wasn’t a big leap for me,” she says. “I used to host a lot of meetings and local events, and one afternoon a male colleague of mine, who was attending this particular one, told me he thought I had a great voice, and would I consider speaking at an event he was arranging. At first, I was a little nervous about saying yes, but when he told me it was for an animal charity, I couldn’t refuse. I have always loved animals, ever since I was a little girl.”
She was so animated in recalling her story, she hadn’t realized that Jasper had re-oiled his hands and had switched from doing her arms and shoulders and was now rubbing the wonder product down her naked front. With her arms still outstretched, he brought his hands up under her armpits and beginning at her collar bone, slowly worked his fingers down her upper chest, over her full breasts, and down her stomach, until he hit the waistband of her skirt.
Once there, he began the ascent back to the top. When his hands were cupping her breasts on the way up, he briefly caught her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and just rolled them back and forward, just for a second to coat them, before letting them go and continuing up those beautiful slopes to her neck.
He repeated this move for some minutes and each time he got to the return journey, he seemed to hold her nipples a little longer and a little firmer. She carried on telling her tale, until about the 6th or 7th time. When she suddenly stopped talking, mid-sentence and just stood there open-mouthed. Her eyes rolled back ever so slightly, and her breathing quickened.
On this pass, Jasper had simply stopped halfway up her chest and was just standing there behind her……. literally just holding onto her by her nipples. He was rolling them rapidly and lightly pulling them at the same time. I don’t believe it was possible to get them any stiffer, but they were definitely getting longer!
She was moaning quietly now, with her eyes shut. He noticed she had abruptly stopped talking, and letting go of her nipples, said “Are you ok Emma? You’ve gone quiet!”
“Oh…I’m so sorry,” she said, now with eyes open and looking down at the floor between her feet. “Whenever my nipples are played with, I get really wet! Look, I think I’ve dribbled on the floor! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Really,” says Jasper incredulously. “Where?”
Lowering her arms now, they are both peering intently at the flooring. “There,” she points to a cluster of wet spots at her feet.
“I think that’s just the oil honey. I was a little liberal with applying it earlier.”
She is unconvinced. “I don’t think so. Here,” she says turning to face him for the first time and raising her skirt. She parts her legs and says, “Feel me.”
All Jasper can say is “Holy fuck!” as he sees her tits for the first time, then quickly recovering his composure, he puts a hand between her legs, palm upturned, and cups her hairy vagina.
“Don’t worry Doc, I usually get that kind of reaction when anyone sees my breasts.”
Noticing also, that she appears to be naked under her skirt, he asks, “What happened to your underwear, or do you also go commando? I always do.”
She confesses that she started getting wet earlier, so she went to the loo and took them off. Her confession suddenly reminded me that I had them in my pocket. I reached in and pulled them out quietly. Holding them to my nose, I inhaled deeply. I could smell her sweet cunt and it made my head swim.
Jasper explains to her that actually, he’s a therapist, not a GP, as he slides his fingers in and around between her slippery lips. “You are correct though; you’re absolutely soaking wet!”
“I’m very sorry, I can’t help it. My nipples are directly linked to my lady parts! When they get any attention, it just goes ‘whoosh’ down there!”