No, she hadn't

Once he got over his shock, Rick saw Tiffany wasn't asleep at all. She'd just let herself truly relax for the first time since he started massaging her. The first time since he'd first seen her for that matter.

He took her right hand in both of his and gently squeezed her fingers, then rubbed the muscle of her thumb before moving up her arm, massaging the small muscles that controlled her fingers, then the larger muscles of the biceps and triceps.

And Tiffany O'Sullivan was finally getting it.

His sensitive nose picked up just a hint of the scene of a turned-on woman. Tiffany wasn't ready to admit it yet, even to herself, but she was a woman with natural human desires. All those years of denial, while she'd played the male game, succeeded in a world where women were seen as second best, had built up a pressure within her that had made her always tense but that had also sought release.

He switched hands, working her left hand now. He was surprised he hadn't noticed that she was left-handed. It made him realize how easy it must be for guys like Dan Hughes to have all of the equipment that bio-DNA gave them but yet still fail to recognize what was going on around them.

When he finished her arm, he turned his attention to her shoulders.

Less than a minute later, Tiffany sat up.

Had he blown it. Had he accidentally pressed too hard, set off one of the many self-protective mechanisms she'd surrounded herself with?

Tiffany gave him a sour look, then unbuttoned the white blouse designed, he thought, to project the air of a male business suit but still retaining hints of femininity. She tugged it off, threw it on the floor, then lay back down.

Okay, that wasn't a rejection. It was, in fact, an acceptance that went beyond what he'd dared hope for... even if she clearly resented him and herself for making that acceptance possible.

He returned his grip to her shoulders and realized she'd tensed up again while she'd been taking off her top. Of course she had. She'd anticipated he would go straight for her tits.

Which was hard to resist.

Rick enjoyed all sorts of female breasts. Usha's were tiny but still fun. Tanya's were huge and also fun. Jan's were more medium-sized... and, once again, lots of fun. But Tiffany's were works of art. They rode on her chest like twin cantalopes, encased in the bra which clearly was supposed to suppress them, make them look smaller than they really were so that she could work with boob-fixated males who would lose their ability to think when all of their blood left their brains and flowed to their dicks at the sight of those beautiful breasts.

For Rick, it wasn't just the size that attracted him. He was used to female breasts being at the center of nervous clusters. But with Tiffany, this was dramatically more pronounced. Her whole body was busy sending its signals not just to her brain but also to her breasts. Taking them in his hands (they were too large to take in just one hand) would give him access to those nervous impulses, let her bring her to the orgasm her body so desperately craved almost without effort.

He continued to massage her shoulders, then looked down.

She was staring at him... a look that combined doubt with wonder.

"What are you doing to me?" she demanded.

"I wasn't kidding when I said you looked tense. You've been holding this tension inside of you for a long time, haven't you. You spend every day waiting for some jerk to make a comment about your tits and knowing that you'll have to laugh along with him because otherwise you'd just be a stuck-up bitch but actually hating it."

"Me and just about every other woman in the world."

"Which is why my massage business, and Kat's strong-woman business were going so well before those Black Hat thugs burned us out." He kept kneading the muscles of her shoulder and her upper pectorals, staying well clear of the bra and what it squeezed down.

Her arousal had grown by the time he'd worked the last knots out of her shoulders, neck and upper chest.

Now he faced a dilemma. Was it time to go for her breasts, bringing her a swift orgasm at the cost of potentially losing her trust? Should he go all the way for her pussy? Or was there something else he could use as a lever to fulfil his goal of an orgasm without explicitly sexual touch?