A sensual leg massage

I left the snoozing kids in the tent and went inside the house. I put on a pot of coffee and popped open my laptop in the living room. Before the coffee was even done percolating, I heard the front door open. I looked up to see Charissa stepping gingerly into the house.

"Morning!" I called cheerily. "How was your run?"

She started, surprised. "Oh!" she said. "Hey Seth. Um, not great. I got this really bad cramp in my leg and had to cut it short." She kicked off her shoes and limped into the living room, sitting next to me on the couch.

"Ouch, sorry to hear it," I said. I stretched my arms over my head. "To be honest, I'm a bit sore today, too. We should probably sleep in a bed tonight!"

Charissa was squeezing and flexing her left leg. "We definitely should," she agreed. It was cute - I actually hadn't seen Charissa look grumpy in a long time. The pain in her leg was a drag, to be sure, and I wondered if her repeatedly-aborted orgasms were also spoiling her mood. This prompted another idea...

"Hey," I ventured, "want me to help work out that cramp?"

Charissa looked up from her ministrations and caught my eye. "What do you mean?"

"I can massage your leg a bit and see if I can release some tension."

She bit her lip in the most adorable fashion, and I knew she was going to agree! "Um, OK," she said. "That sounds nice."

"Great," I said. "Lie back." I stood up, and put my laptop on the coffee table. Charissa did indeed lie back, putting her arms behind her head. Her long, glorious legs beckoned to me, though her gorgeous breasts were almost as enticing beneath her thin exercise shirt.

I started massaging her left ankle, and immediately, she closed her eyes. I moved my hands slowly up to her calf, relishing the sensation of her skin beneath my fingers. Her breathing was deep, and I felt invited to continue my massage up to her knee and then to her left thigh. Helpfully, Charissa opened her legs more, giving me access to her entire thigh and a great view of her barely-covered crotch.

I ran my hands up and down her thigh, pressing and kneading as if I had any idea what the hell I was doing. Well, to be honest, I did know what I was doing, but it wasn't physical therapy! My hands inched closer and closer to the top of her legs, and Charissa's breathing became deeper and heavier. I bravely ventured all the way up to the hem of her short shorts, continuing to press and rub with both my hands. I was in heaven, and Charissa seemed to be enjoying it as well. In fact, as I continued to massage her inner thigh, she actually moved her hips to push herself closer to me, pushing my fingertips less than an inch from the edge of her pussy.

Playfully, I released her left leg and reached across her body to start working on the right. I swear I heard a very quiet whimper as my hands moved away from her thigh; but she was thoroughly enjoying my touch as my hands once again massaged her ankle, her half, her knee, and once again her other thigh. To reach across her body to massage her right leg, I needed to press against her left leg. As casually as I could, I made sure that my own legs pressed against hers, providing a warm and alluring sensation for her on both sides.

Again my hands crept up her thigh, and Charissa's eyes were squeezed shut with her hands behind her head. I massaged as far as I could without slipping my hand under her shorts. Then I adjusted my hands so I had one on each leg, squeezing and rubbing both inner thighs inches away from her pussy. Her chest heaved with deep breaths, and once again her hips lifted to press more deeply into my touch.

Now, clearly my strongest desire was to reach under her shorts and give her that orgasm she'd been dying for. And in that heat-filled moment, I think she would have let me. I was thoroughly enjoying the thought, relishing every moment of feeling her strong, athletic legs under my fingertips, and I was gearing myself up to take things to the next level.

And then...

"Dad!" my son called. "Is breakfast ready yet?" Pete was walking through the kitchen and heading toward Charissa and me in the living room. The babysitter's eyes flew open, and she sprang into a sitting position, pulling her exercise shorts as far down her legs as they would go. I turned to face the hallway just as Pete came into the room. "Oh, hey Charissa," he said casually. "Are you going to work out?"

"Good morning, Pete!" she replied as casually as she could. "Actually, I just finished."

"Cool," he said. "Are you guys hungry?"

I exchanged the briefest of glances with Charissa before saying, "Yeah, bud, we're both starving. I'll make some food."