Coach

"What is that?" I said, pointing at the thing in Naomi's hands.

"Oh it is my massage table. I took a few classes in massage in school. I plan on taking a look at that hamstring and giving it a good massage before you hit the shower. We might even end up in my hot tub after dinner if the ice has done its job." Naomi started to set up the table in the middle of her living room. When she was done she kneeled in front of me.

"First we need to get this wrap and the ice bag off. You are making a mess of my rug and couch," she undid the ace bandage that was holding the now more water than ice bag in place. It was dripping all over as she rushed to the kitchen and through it in the sink.

"Now up you go," she helped me up and over to the table. It was hard to get on and she had to help me up. She had me lay down on my stomach. There was a nice little thing for my face to rest in.

Naomi gently probed the back of my leg with her fingers. It was sore, but seemed much better than before.

"No bruising, that is good," Naomi said as she continued to check it out. "That means it probably is just a pull and not a full tear." Her fingers brushed against the inside of my upper thigh as she pushed her thumbs into my leg just below my bottom.

"Ouch," I almost jumped off the table. "THAT HURTS!!!!!"

"Sorry," Naomi apologized as she released the pressure, but kept her fingertips on the outside and inside of my leg. The outside wasn't creating a problem, but her soft touch on the inside of my thigh was making me uncomfortable, but in a good way. I shifted a little on the table.

She started to slowly massage the leg. "Let me see if I can loosen this up a little. I will try and be gentle. Let me know if anything hurts."

Far from hurting it felt really good. She obviously knew what she was going as she started down near my knee and started working her way up. She massaged all the muscles as she worked her way up. I couldn't help but spread my legs to let her have easier access to my sore muscles. I was surprised how much the other muscles in my leg had tensed up because of the hamstring pull. But as she went higher I also started to react to my fantasies. Her she was, actually touching me. Touching me higher and higher up my leg. I could feel myself starting to get excited. I spread my legs a little wider and closed my eyes, wishing, hoping.

We hadn't spoke in several minutes and the higher Naomi got on my leg the more focused she seemed to become. The pull was high on the hamstring and she seemed to be focusing on controlling her hands. A few times they felt like they were trembling. Naomi would stop when this happened. I couldn't tell what she was doing but after a few seconds she would start in again. Finally she was up to the top of my leg and had started massaging the very top of my hamstring and my glute muscle. Her hands were really starting to tremble now as she slid her fingers on both sides of my uppermost thigh so she could use her thumbs to dig deep into my sore muscle. When her hand accidentally brushed against my now very wet and very excited mound I let out a very audible moan.

"Did I hurt you?" She started to pull her hands away.

"No, no, it just felt," I was unsure what to say. "Felt so good. I mean, I don't think I had a massage that felt this good."

"Well, you should try one of my full body massages sometime then," her voice made it sound like an invitation. I wasn't sure how to react. Instead we lapsed back into silence as her hands returned to massaging my leg and glute. But she wasn't using her thumbs anymore so her fingers weren't on my inner thigh.

I don't know what got into me, but I suddenly broke the silence. "Can you do that thing you did with your thumbs again? I don't know why but it had felt so good."

She followed my lead and once again those fingers were softly touching the inside of my upper thigh as her thumbs worked the high part of my hamstring. I opened my legs even a little further, hoping she would move her hands higher. I started to make soft cooing and moaning sounds without even realizing it. "A little higher," I heard someone say. Then I realized it was my voice that said it.

Naomi complied with my request and moved her thumbs up to the bottom of my cheek. She also moved her fingers up just a little more, actually pushing the bottom of my shorts up higher. She was not even an inch from my rapidly moistening mound. I found it harder and harder to be still as I became more and more aroused.

"Is this bothering you? Am I tickling you? You seem to be having a problem lying still? Do you want me to stop?" I could swear Naomi sounded out of breath. She was in to good condition for her to be getting winded by the work her hands were doing.

"No, please don't stop. It feels wonderful." I shifted my weight a little bit, raising myself up slightly at the waist, pushing into her hands and thumbs. When I did this, her fingers actually were forced up higher on my thigh and brushed the crease between my inner thigh and mound. I let out a small gasp when it happened. She suddenly pulled her hand away.

"Actually I think that maybe that is enough. We should get the ice back on that before it starts to inflame again, and you do need to get in the shower. In fact so do I," Naomi said as she lightly continued to massage my hamstring.

"Just a little more," I was almost pleading. I knew right now if I went into the shower, alone, I would not be able to keep from touching myself. I pressed my mons into the table as I tried to find some way to rub what needed to be rubbed. I could feel how wet I was and was afraid that my scent would too strong to be masked by the smell of my sweat from running.

"No, we really should stop here," Naomi's voice was trembling. I looked over my shoulder and her face was flushed and her entire body seemed covered by a slight sheen of sweat. She was breathing hard. Her nipples were erect. When she saw me looking she turned around and headed into the kitchen.

"I need a glass of water. I will get you one also. You really need to stay hydrated so your hamstring will heal quickly." She ran the water and drank two full glasses herself before returning with mine.

I was still lying down on the table but was up on my elbows. Naomi handed me a glass of water and returned to the kitchen.

"Do you want to ice it now, or take a shower first?" Naomi called without turning around.

"I guess I better shower," I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the massage table. My leg felt much better, but between my legs was still a problem.

I hopped up and suddenly realized I shouldn't have. I reached back and grabbed my hamstring. It felt fine until I tried to use it. Naomi quickly ran over and helped me steady myself. She put my arm around my shoulder and started to walk me to the couch.

"If I don't take a shower now, I don't think I will be able to take one later," I said as she was about to sit me down. "This thing is sure to tighten up and I don't know how I would be able to stand to take a shower later."

"Well, you could take a bath," Naomi said as she held me. My breast was pressing into her upper arm as we stood there. It felt good.

"I would rather have a shower. But I am afraid about standing up in there by myself." I put some weight on my leg and it seemed to hold a little better, but I knew if I slipped, even a little, it would knot up and become useless again.

"Well then it looks like it is a bath. That means you will have to use the tub in my bedroom. It is a lot bigger and nicer. Here, let me help you get there." Naomi started helping me down the hall.

Her bedroom was almost as big as her living room. She had decorated it beautifully. She had a king sized bed with a beautiful comforter and several large pillows that were in shams. The bed was made, something that surprised me for some reason. I never thought someone who lived alone would take the time to make her bed every day. I know I had enough trouble doing it myself, even with my mother constantly harping on me to do it. She had done it in desert colors so it was bright and warm. The bed looked so inviting.

The tub itself was right in the master suite but hidden around the corner of the large walk in closet. The tub it was oversized and appeared to have jets built into it. It was sunken into a small platform and surrounded by windows. The blinds were open and had a great view of Camelback Mountain in the distance. It seemed like it was set up so no one could look into the windows, since none of the surrounding apartments windows were visible and the 6 foot privacy fence that enclosed her small backyard seemed to offer enough privacy. Next to the tub was a separate shower stall. The shower had one of those hand held shower massagers.

"Here, why don't you just sit here," Naomi eased me down on the flat platform next to the tub. It had small steps that led up to it. The tub itself was very deep. When filled you could easily sink into it all the way up to your neck. It also could easily fit two people, even if it would be a little cozy.

Naomi started the water.

"I like it really hot," I said as I unconsciously started to undress. I pulled my singlet over my head and sat there for a second in my sports bra, suddenly realizing what I was doing.

Naomi looked at me and laughed. "Hey, it isn't like I haven't seen you naked before. Come on, get undressed, while you take your bath I am going to hit the shower."

I didn't know what else to do so I did continue to undress. I tried to reach down and take my running shoes off, but the sudden twinge in my hamstring told me not to try that again. Instead I removed my sport bra and sat there for a minute topless. Feeling that this looked silly I scooted up and slid my shorts down my legs. I lifted each foot and they fell free onto the floor. Now I felt like I must have really looked silly, naked except for my running shoes and socks. I tried to reach down one more time, but my hamstring protested enough to make me say, "Ouch!"

"Will you stop that, I will get those for you," Naomi had been getting out some towels from the walk in closet. She came over and knelt at my feet. She seemed to be trying not to look up as she untied my running shoes.

"I just love your place," I was making small talk, but even more I wanted to force Naomi to look up at me. It seems funny, but suddenly I felt very sexy dressed in only my running shoes.

"About a year," she said while she still kept her head down. She slid the first shoe off and quickly stripped off the sock.

"And you decorated it yourself," look at me damn it I almost said. As she picked up my other foot to untie it I shifted myself ever so slightly, parting my legs a little. I was aroused and it was visible if you looked. My mound was full and opening. My pearl was trying to peek out from under its little hood. I could feel that I was wet. If Naomi looked up she couldn't help but notice. I leaned back on my arms as I stretched my free leg out even further.

"Yes, but most of the stuff I got at tag sales or," there, she glanced up. I opened my legs a little wider when I saw her eyes meet my sex. After a pause she looked back down to continue, "or I got them from friends or family." My other shoe and sock were gone and the tub was almost full. Naomi jumped up and shut it off.

"Okay, your bath is ready my lady," even though she was joking her voice seemed a little strained.

"Could you help me in, I don't want to fall getting into the tub," I really didn't know how I would lower myself into that deep tub with my bad leg. I also wanted to have Naomi touch my naked skin.

She helped me up and I put my arm around her shoulder as she put her arm around my naked waist. Now my naked breast and hard nipple were pressing into the flesh of her upper arm. The warmth felt wonderful. I sighed as she helped me up the small steps that led to the tub itself. I didn't want to let go as she started to lower me in. I wanted to pull her in with me. I wanted to undress her so our naked bodies could share the wonderful warmth of the water together. I wanted to touch her naked skin. I wanted to make love to her.

As I sank into the water Naomi let go of my waist and I let go of her shoulder. "Should I put the jet on?" She asked as I sunk up to my neck in the tub. Once in it I realized it was even bigger than I thought. It would easily fit two people. I lay there, enjoying the warmth but yearning for something more. Naomi had to repeat herself before I finally responded.

"Yes, that would probably feel great." I knew something that would feel even better but dared not suggest that.

She turned on the jets and I sunk a little deeper into the tub. The way it was set up I had my back to one window and could look out the other, which was by my side. At my feet was the shower stall.

"I am going to catch a shower if you don't mind while you soak," Naomi said as she turned on the shower and started to undress.

I tried not to stare but found myself watching her undress. As I watched through half closed eyes, hoping she wouldn't see me but at the same time hoping I would get caught, I was amazed at how fit she was. As she removed her singlet and sports bra I saw once again how her breasts were so perfect and her tummy so flat. As she slid her shorts down her legs I saw that her bottom was as firm and rounded and her legs toned and tanned as I remembered from that day in the locker room. As she stepped into the shower my hand drifted, hidden by the bubbles and turbulent water, between my legs.

I lay back watching her as she let the water run over her body. Her lack of tan lines made her seem even more perfect. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back into the stream of water. She was turned directly towards me and when she did this it made her breasts look even more perfect. I longed to touch them, with my hands, my lips and my own breasts. I followed the water as it ran down her body, over her tanned skin. I followed it as it ran down her tummy, down past her navel, until it ran through the very well trimmed hair of her beautiful mound. I watched as it continued down her legs. How I longed to be that water, with free access to every inch of Naomi's body. I was lost in watching her as she started to wash herself. How the soap clung to every curve. How she poured soap onto her sponge and used it to gently scrub her perfect skin. I watched as she washed first her arms, then shoulders. I watched as she gently washed her breasts, the sponge moving over them, her nipples reacting to its touch. I watched as she ran the sponge on the undersides of her breasts, down over her tummy, to her hips and upper thighs.

I watched and suddenly, totally lost in the moment, I felt my orgasm crash down over me. I bit down on my lip as I arched my back as the first wave hit me. I tried not to call out, but yet I couldn't stop watching Naomi and I couldn't stop touching myself. Another, then another hit. I closed my eyes and let yet one more rock my body. No longer in any control I let out a loud moan. I collapsed, breathing hard, body almost unable to take the caressing of the water jets with every nerve ending stimulated to the point that my entire body just trembled. Yet my hand still continued to caress my mound with small, slow circles.

I never heard the door to the shower open and barely heard Naomi's voice, concerned, ask, "Are you okay? Lynne, are you all right?"

Trying to compose myself I opened my eyes. Thinking fast I blurted out, "Cramp, leg cramp, I am fine." But I was breathless. I couldn't stop touching myself, even as I looked directly into Naomi's eyes.

"Want me to help you out of the tub?" Naomi was stepping out of the shower, soapsuds still clinging to her body, a wonderful contrast with her tanned skin. "Let me help you out."

Seeing her naked body approaching the tub and I still couldn't stop touching myself. The bubbles and turbulent water still kept my secret. I was hopelessly lost in my desire for her. As she reached for my arm, the one connected to the hand that was lost between my legs, another wave crashed down on my body. I tensed up and let out a moan of total release. Only her tugging on my arm pulled my hand from between my legs. I felt myself being lifted from the tub. My legs rubbery as I tried to stand on them, my head spinning, my entire body trembling from what had been the most intense orgasms I had ever had in my life. Naomi put my arm over her shoulder as I lay my naked body next to hers. She was saying something but I couldn't make it out. She sounded concerned. I felt her laying me down on the bed. How did I get here? As she lay me down I didn't let go of her but rather pulled her down with me. I felt her naked skin laying on mine. I looked up into eyes full of concern and worry. I felt a knee between my legs. Out of instinct I press my wet and naked mound into it. That is all it took, my naked mound against her soapy, wet and naked thigh for another orgasm to course through my body. I groaned and pulled her closer to me as I pressed myself against her. I buried my face into her shoulder as I pulled her body close to mine. I felt her wet, soapy breasts pressed against mine as I trembled one more time before collapsing.

Somewhere I heard someone calling my name. It took a minute for me to figure out exactly where I was. I must have passed out for an instant but then I remembered where I was. I was lying on Naomi's bed, naked with a soaking wet mound. Naomi was still on top of me, her leg still between my legs. She had pushed her upper body up a little so our breasts were no longer touching. I looked into her eyes, eyes full of concern.

"Are you okay? It seems like you had some kind of seizure or fit or something," I was looking down at Naomi's beautiful naked breasts, just inches from my own.

Almost involuntarily I pressed my mound against her thigh again. We were both wet but this time the movement seemed to catch her attention as she seemed to apply a little pressure of her own. A smile came to her face.

"I am more than okay," I said as I looked into her eyes. My arms reached up and wrapped themselves around her neck and pulled her towards me. I raised my head and my lips started to kiss her face. "I am so much more than okay," I whispered as started to press my mound against her leg even more. My lips found hers. She lowered herself onto me as our tongues touched for the first time. We kissed for what seemed like forever, just letting our bodies meld into each other. Naked skin against naked skin, breast against breast, her mound found my upper leg and pressed into it as she pressed her leg into mine.

We were lost in the moment, and then were lost for several hours as we explored one another's bodies. My fingers and mouth wanted to examine every inch of her, and when we finally did end that first kiss, that is exactly what they did. I rolled her onto her back and when she tried to say something I simply put a finger to her lips and smiled. I had never made love to anyone but making love to her seemed so natural. I loved the way her nipples responded to the touch of my fingers, how hard they became when my mouth covered them, tasting the soap that had never been washed off. I was amazed at the softness of her mound, and how full and open she was as my fingers explored her sex, how different it was touching her than it had been touching myself. She felt strange yet familiar. As my fingers entered her I was surprised by how wet she was, and when I took my fingers out I couldn't help but suck and lick them, loving the nectar that coated them. My mouth moved down her body as she watched, smiling, silent. She would let me do what I wanted, when I wanted. And I wanted nothing more than to please her. To give her the same pleasure she had unknowingly given me. To explain with my actions that this, more than anything else, is what I wanted. When she had her first orgasm as my mouth explored her soft flesh and hard pearl, I felt a feeling I can't describe. It wasn't pride, but it was a feeling of fulfillment at having given something very special to someone I loved.