Let Tom continue

I decide to let let the meeting continue and see how I can earn the role.

Tom walks over and stands behind me. I can smell his Christian Dior Eau Sauvage cologne an emitting from an inch behind me. He places both of his large, strong hands on my shoulders and begins to massage them. I can feel the medal from his wedding ring press against my shoulders.

After a minute, Richard speaks, "Lower the chair so that Tom can massage you better." I lower it as told and Tom says, "You are the only women other then my wife that I have given a massage to in 25 years. You should feel honored."

Surprised by such a bold statement, I reply, "thank you" and nod my head.

Toms hands continue to work my shoulders. Honestly, it felt nice. His hands were large and strong. He also knows exactly the right spots to hit, with the perfect pressure. I begin to relax and embrace this well needed massage. Tom brushes my spaghetti strap top strings from against my neck to the edge of my shoulders, giving him more room to massage my entire shoulders while leaving it high enough so that the top of my dress remains up. Tom really is amazing with his hands.

I close my eyes as reaches knots and spots I never knew about. I lean my head back I subconsciously let out a moan as his hands ride up my neck then down my shoulder blade, slightly inside the back of my dress. He continues to work my deep muscle tissues along my spine, exploring my skin with increased passion and confidence. A moment later, I feel a breeze across my chest. I open my eyes and look across the room. Richard is still sitting his his chair (I forgot all about him) staring at my chest with a huge grin. I look down and notice that Tom must have subtly pushed my dress straps all the way to the side, causing my top to fall.

I reach for my straps to put my top back up when Richard speaks, “Relax and leave the top down. Just rest your head back and let Tom get those knots. You’re doing amazing baby girl. I’m pretty sure not only this role, but many to come will be yours. You’re going to be a star! Just keep your eyes closed and enjoy your treat from Tom.”

I lower my head back and am shocked to feel Tom’s jeans with an obvious boner pressed against the back of my head. Tom immediately thrusts his waist back in embarrassment. He begins to speak, “I’m so sor…”

Richard cuts him off, “Tom you appear to be doing an amazing job massaging Jenn. What scared you? Jennifer are you enjoying Tom’s services?” Nervously I nod my head yes. Richard continues, “Tom go back to what you were doing, Jenn appreciates it.”

Tom nervously thrusts himself back upright, pushing is package back against the back of my head. His hands go back to massaging me. After a minute or so, I feel his confidence come back. I feel his package begin rubbing back and forth against the back of my head as he works my shoulders and back.

I open my eyes to see Richard licking his lips as he stares at my breasts. Richard says, “Jenny’s breast must be cold. Be a gentleman Tom and massage them.”

Tom lowers both his hands, grabs both of my newly formed breasts with his hands, and begins working my tits. All embarrassment and self consciousness is gone as he works his way towards my nipples. I close my eyes as I let Tom explore my apples. At this point, his hard cock is pressed against my ear, covered only by his Jeans. When his hands reach my nipples, he used his thumb and pointer finger to twist and squeeze my nipples. I begin mapping and moving in pleasure. Still feeling Tom’s cock against my face is secretly turning me on. I kinda like that my body is making him hard.

I embrace Tom pleasuring my breasts while brushing his cock against my head through his pants. While staking it with a smile, I am surprised by a wet feeling on my upper left thigh. I open my eyes and look down. My eyes pass Tom’s strong hands groping my breasts and focus on what’s below.

Richard is on his knees between my legs. He’s kissing my inner thigh while staring up my dress, smirking and licking his lips while staring at my white thong.

We make eye contact and Richard says, “It’s your lucky day. This is a gift. Relax.” His eyes return to my private parts and attempts to continue kissing up my thigh.