Massage His Arms

Edwin wanted to protest her continued treatment out of modest chivalry, as he felt he had already taken enough advantage of Anna's generosity. And yet, he could not bring himself to say the words; it had been so long since anyone had treated him in such a gentle and loving manner and he needed this more than he dared admit to himself. Instead, he compromised with himself and decided to neither deny or confirm his secret desire for her to continue to take care of him. "Well, my arms are feeling a little sore from cleaning the stables today." It did not take much for Anna to get the hint.

"Then I shall attend to your arms." Anna said quickly. She shifted into view as she left her post at his side and knelt down in front of the head of his coat. Her chest was now at eye level and the tops of her large, milky-white breasts that were bursting free from the confines of her sexy outfit were scant inches from Edwin's face. The stable hand took a deep breath to steady himself. He had always considered Anna to be a beautiful and alluring young woman, but strictly in a platonic manner. He had no idea why her body was now having such a profound effect on him, but he now found himself having some very inappropriate and less than chivalrous thoughts regarding the various things he would like to do with her heaving bosom.

"Are you sure?" Edwin asked her to get him mind off of his perverse imagination. His throat was dry and his voice was raspy. "You have done so much and I would feel bad if I was imposing..." He left the sentence hanging there and hoped she could rebuke his false modesty. To his delight, she did just that.

"I am absolutely sure." The scullery maid gave him a warm smile. "You are imposing nothing upon me, Edwin. I want to do this for you." She reached out and laid her hands upon his right arm. She tugged it gently and Edwin brought it up beside his head so it could stretch out toward the young woman. "Place your hand on my shoulder." She said softly. Edwin gingerly placed his hand on her bare shoulder. Her soft skin felt wonderful on his calloused hands; he was so accustomed to tightly gripping pitchforks and shovels that he was worried he would break her delicate shoulder out of instinct. Anna put some salve on her hands and ran them all over the length of his arm. "Wow. Your muscles are so large." She said in awe as her fingers slid over his bicep.

"You are flattering me." Edwin said in a chiding manner, but had to admit that he liked the way those words came out of the girl's mouth. "They are not unusual for the work I do. Besides, you have seen my arms before."

"Yeah, but I never felt them before. At least not like this. I can really get an idea of size when I run my fingers over them." She said, blushing a bit. She quickly hid her embarrassment by sliding Edwin's hand off her shoulder. The tips of his fingers brushed along her cleavage as she did, although Anna did not act like she noticed. She held his arm up and used her thumbs to work the salve into the muscles. The massage felt amazing; Anna was right when she said the salve would feel good on his sore muscles, especially when paired up with her hands. As she leaned forward to rub his deltoid muscles, her arms squished her breasts together and made them appear like they would pop even further out of her shirt. The cleavage was so pronounced that Edwin could not tear his eyes away. He could even see a slight hint of areola peeking out as she squeezed her arms together. Edwin's mind filled in the missing details and he found himself fantasizing about her tits bursting free of her top completely so he could draw her nipples into his mouth and suck on them to make her cry out in pleasure.

"Am I doing this right?" Anna asked him as she continued her massage.

"Very much so." Edwin said dreamily, his mind still hazy in his fantasy.

"That makes me so happy." Anna responded. "I want you to feel good, Edwin. I...I want to make you feel good." Her face flushed crimson, but she never stopped her tender ministrations. "Shall I do the same for your other arm?" Edwin managed to break out of his thoughts and averted his eyes before she could realize he was ogling her chest.

"If you would not mind." Edwin nodded. "What you did for that arm feels incredible." Anna moved over and repeated all her actions again, giving his left arm some service. Edwin tried hard not to stare at her tits this time around by watching her fingers slowly but thoroughly caress his arm muscles. He found this to be just as arousing, as if her gentle touch was meant for him alone. When she finally stopped, he felt a wave of sadness wash over him; he wanted to feel her light touch all over his body, stroking him anywhere and everywhere.

"Do your arms feel better now?" Anna asked him. Edwin nodded simply, worried that speaking would express his disappointment at it being over. Anna bit her lower lip as she worked up some courage to get out the words dancing at the tip of her tongue. "How about...how about your legs?" She asked softly, her cheeks still flushed.