"Are You Any Good At Massage ?"

Debbi was so relieved to be finally siting in her car on her own driveway. She handed Kieron the house keys. "Go and open the door for me so I can run straight in" she told him. Kieron's shirt that she was wearing gave her a little more cover than she had become used to over the last several hours but she still did not want to risk being caught in a difficult conversation with nosy neighbors.

Debbi hurriedly scampered the ten yards from car to house and gratefully closed the door behind her. Kieron stood there awkwardly, not sure what he was supposed to do now. Debbi solved that problem for him. "The kitchen's through there" she pointed. "Go and make some coffee. I really must take a quick shower after everything that's happened. Get rid of the grime of the day. We can give your shirt a quick spin in the machine then while we have coffee." Kieron had been looking forward to wearing his shirt again with Debbi's perfume still on it. "That's OK, no need" he said.

The post boy found himself getting an erection again. Here he was inside Debbi's house. He would never have imagined that he ever would be. He had somehow found the necessary things and brewed a pot of coffee. Now he imagined the scene in his head as he heard the enticing sounds of a shower running upstairs. After a short while, the sound of running water ceased and all was quiet. "Kieron !" came a cry. "Yeah ?" he answered shyly. "Up here" Debbi called.

Kieron cautiously climbed the stairs. He peered nervously into the bathroom but the steamy room was now empty. "In here" came a voice from the room on the right. Debbi was lying face down on her bed, still stark naked. "Are you any good at massage ?" she asked !