The Massage

One night I had joined some friends at the local pub. It was a Tuesday night, not my usual night to go out to a bar with school and all. One of my girlfriends assured me that it was cool because different musicians got together on Tuesday nights and they all played at this bar.

The music was alright, I suppose. It surely wasn't something that was going to have American Idol audiences voting in like mad. There was one aspect to the night that did happen to take my breath away. There was a female saxophone player.

I've always found the sax a sexy instrument. The form of the sax and the way the player has to put their mouth on it, just so. The sounds it creates are enough to take you away to an erotic place. Envision yourself on a sandy beach somewhere sunbathing in the nude. That's what a sax does to me.

Not only was this woman alluring because of her talent, but she was also mesmerizing by her beauty alone. Her skin was nice and pale. She had long dark brown hair that went straight down her backside.

She was a fuller figured woman, with all the curves in the right places. Her breasts were nice and big. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

Finally the set was over. I really wanted to talk to her, but somehow I was a bit shy around her. There was this other girl a slightly annoying girl who was buzzing around my sax player.

Actually, the annoying girl looked a little like the sax player, like they could be related. I found out later that they were actually sisters.

My friends were talking about the annoying sister, apparently she'd been hitting on all the men folk, even those with obvious dates. The sister was trashy were the sax player was classy. The sax player was dressed in a tasteful blouse and jacket, while the sister was in a spaghetti strap tank top with no bra on underneath and her headlights were in the permanent position of on.

Sister was trying desperately hard to get people to notice her, but the sax player didn't have to try at all. Through the grapevine I heard that the sister duo had a massage business and people were passing out cards.

I learned sister was named Melinda, while the sax players name was Lainy.

While everyone was mingling in between sets I saw a few guys try and approach Lainy, but she just didn't seem interested. I wondered if she could be up my alley, I was in the mood for something different.

Finally during the course of the night I was able to catch up to Lainy, just as she was walking out the door. She turned and her face softened when she saw me. I guess she liked what she saw.

"If I book a massage appointment what do I have to do to make sure I get you, rather than your sister?" I asked.

"All you'd have to do is talk to me. When would you want the massage?" she asked.

"Sometime tomorrow if that's alright with you. About 5 o'clock?"

"Sounds great."

Lainy leaned forward her breast was on my arm. Her check was next to mine. I could nearly feel her lips on my ear.

"I'll be looking forward to it." she said.

With that her had came up cupped my face and ever so softly she kissed my lips. Her lips were soft and moist, so much less demanding than that of a mans.

She pulled away from me and I was speechless, which is odd for me. I watched her walk through the parking lot to her car. I was sad to see her go. If I've ever wanted someone badly it was that moment.

Oh well I still have my appointment, tomorrow at 5 o'clock. I wonder how that will go...

Oy!

I've got this guy. I guess you'd call him a friend with benefits, thought I think he'd rather be called a boyfriend. I really don't know what to do about him. He's getting special, acting all jealous when I hang out with friends. Getting hateful when I have to put him on hold or call him back because some else has my attention.

I feel like a take a lot of crap because I thought his 8 inches and tongue ring were going to be something special. They were alright, but nothing to 'ahem' blog about...

I don't know what to do, he's an alright guy for the most part if he can put away his jealous side. I wouldn't mind keeping him as a friend (minus the benefits), though I don't know if he can be just a friend.

I want to be able to go out and socialize. This dude is so bringing me down.