She's ready now

Jan didn't have a massage table so Rick instructed her to lay a beach towel on her bed, then asked Eliza to strip down to her bra and panties, removing himself to the living room while he waited for the two women to let him know Eliza was ready.

The two women were whispering to each other but bio-DNA had enhanced Rick's hearing as well as his eyesight. He understood each word said and enjoyed listening.

"What happened to Rick?" Eliza wanted to know. "He is so hot."

"I know, right. I don't know what happened but he's like become stronger, much more dominant."

"Oh, and you like that, right?"

"I can't help it. I've always liked strong men who knew what they wanted."

"Particularly if what they wanted is you, right?"

"Actually, I think he wants you."

"Rick? But he's--"

"He's always had a crush on you. You're smarter than me, a better match. I--"

"Oh, hush up. Any man would be lucky to have you. Now are you sure you don't mind this massage thing. I mean, I can just leave if you want. I don't want to cause problems between you too."

"No! Stay."

"Okay. But just tell me if you get uncomfortable."

The conversation was definitely interesting. If Eliza wasn't at all attracted, she probably would have left rather than simply asking Jan whether she should leave. Perhaps Rick's fantasies of a threesome had some possibilities. He'd have to work things right, though. Eliza wasn't a push-over like Jan.

"Okay, Rick." Jan's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Eliza is ready for you."

Eliza lay face down on Jan's bed, her long honey-blond hair fanned out around her head, her back naked, with no tan lines Rick could see and her incredible legs stretching up from her toes to the towel that covered her tight little ass.

Rick was going to have to buy some massage oil but for now he located a tube of body lotion and warmed some in his hands.

"Relax," he instructed Eliza. "Focus on the sensation. If something feels off, let me know. If it feels good, I should be able to detect that." With those words, he pressed his palms into her shoulder blades.

She moaned as he probed for the muscles under her skin, untying the knots that had gathered there.

Eliza's work as a corporate lawyer had to be tense. Her position as the almost certainly the hottest woman in a male-dominated environment would add to that. She'd be under constant pressure to perform better than the men, while simultaneously always be subject to the sexual advances of the male executives who employed her and who had made it career suicide to even think of accusing a boss of sexual harassment in the great State of Texas. So, she'd internalized those pressures, taking them into her body. Her workouts were probably partly an attempt to free herself of that pressure but they only served to tighten her muscles further.

Now, under Rick's hands, those pressures started to release themselves.

Being able to see beneath the surface, to sense the flow of nerve messages from muscle to spine to brain let Rick focus on exactly where the tensions were worst and smooth out Eliza's pains.

"Damn, woman. You are so tense you could twang like a broken guitar string."

"Oooh, that feels so good."

It felt good to him, also. Her smooth skin responded to his hands, soaking in the moisture of the lotion like Texas desert soil soaking in a summer rain.

He moved from her shoulder blades to her spine, circling each vertebra with his thumbs as Eliza twitched and writhed with pleasure under his touch.

Then he moved to her legs, working up from her feet.

Eliza wore heels to work... and her feet showed the consequences of those unnatural torture devices, not to mention the even more unnatural torture devices that were ballet toe shoes. With legs like hers, she didn't really need to wear heels but she was the kind of woman who'd use every advantage she could.

She moaned again when he rubbed lotion into the soles of her feet, then continued moaning as he moved up from her feet to her calves where tight muscles responded to his touch.

He worked on her feet and calves for a good five minutes, smoothing out the tension, relaxing the muscles, and filling Eliza's mind with pleasure before he moved up to her thighs.

He didn't know if she realized how close to orgasm she'd gotten from his touch but she was about to find out.

He carefully stayed an inch from where her pussy was calling for him, running his hands up the inside of her thighs.

That was all it took.

She convulsed on the bed, bucking off the towel that covered her buttocks and giving him a good look at her pussy which was gushing liquid as she came.

She rolled over and looked at him, not bothering to cover her naked tits.

She was smaller in the tit department than Jan, and unlike Jan, her pussy was merely trimmed rather than shaved. She was breathing hard, her nipples fully erect, her fingers clenched into little fists as she made moaning noises.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" she demanded when she finally caught her breath.

"I did my best to release your tensions. It turns out some of your tensions were sex-related."

"I haven't had an orgasm that good in years."

He smiled. "I'm glad."

"I'm not sure this is appropriate."

"Your sister and I aren't together any more."

"I know, but..."

"I'll give you the address of the club where I'll be working. You can come by whenever you need a massage, or any other kind of release."

"Yeah, maybe."

Her body wanted yes, Rick could see that. But her brain was saying no. He wondered which would win.