Tempting Research

Tempting Research

written by Sam Crescent

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Chapter One

For the past month she had come in every Tuesday and Saturday without fail, always for a simple back massage. Jack Hill was always happy to oblige. In fact she was his favorite customer. She was an excellent tipper and she didn’t try and talk him into fucking her. Maybe that is why he’d become obsessed with her. She never did anything but say please and thank you. 

His curiosity had made him sneak around and try to find out her name. Flirting with the receptionist about his constant customer had revealed her name was Melissa Crane. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. She was in her mid-thirties but she looked after herself.

She had long chestnut hair—during every massage he had to pull the long length over one shoulder—it was gloriously smooth and silky. She was a small and petite woman. If she ever stood in front of him, she wouldn’t reach his shoulders. She had beautiful gray eyes, with long lashes. She was a stunning woman to look at.

He wouldn’t ever tell any of the other guys, but since she had started coming in and he’d touched the naked skin of her back, no other girl appealed to him. He was twenty-four years old, in the prime of his life and all he could think about was this woman. Spending time in between waiting until Melissa came back. She was driving him crazy and the only time they spoke was when she said morning, yes, please to a drink of water, or thank you.

Jack hadn’t been able to drum up the courage to ask her anything. To try and talk to her.

What would he say?

Today was Saturday, he was determined to start talking to her. She only had three massage sessions booked and according to his sources she didn’t have any future plans to book any more.

He needed to get her out of his mind.

“Hey, Jack?” Jack turned to his friend, Tyler.

“What’s up?” Jack asked him.

“Some of us are going to the beach tonight, you coming? Gonna be a load of hot chicks.” Tyler slapped him on the back.

Pre-Melissa, he would have jumped at the chance. Beer, ladies and partying. Now, he couldn’t even drum up the energy to smile at the invitation.

“Not tonight. Gonna stay at home.” Jack clipped on his staff badge and walked out the door of the staff changing room.

“Seriously?”

Jack smiled at his friend, stopping to greet a few people as they passed.

“Yes, just not into it at the moment.” He stopped at his door turning to his friend as he spoke.

“Okay, well if you change your mind you know where to find us.” Tyler went into his working room.

Jack opened the door to his own room.  He checked the clock. It was nine in the morning. Melissa came in at eleven. He had two hours to think of something to say.

Roll on eleven.

Melissa glanced at her computer screen, she was a chapter off her massage scene and she wasn’t any closer to understanding what the hell she could write.

She knew the feelings of what a massage felt like, but she didn’t have the first clue on how to write having sex with a younger man and a massage. Her publishers were getting impatient. She had a deadline to meet.  Three massages left and so far nothing to show for her time and research.

She slammed the top of her laptop down, annoyed frustrated and angry. She wasn’t looking to have sex with a younger man just to ask and research via personal experience. She was at, zip, nada, nothing. She glanced at the clock on the wall shocked to see it was already ten forty five.

“Shit,” she cursed. Picking up her bag, coat and keys, she was in her car and on the road within minutes. It seemed as if everyone else was as well. It took her half an hour to get to the leisure centre, an extra five minutes to find parking—which was as far away from the building as possible—extra time to walk to the building.

“Hello, may I help you?” The receptionist on the desk enquired.

Melissa tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled.

“I’m ever so sorry but I’m late for my appointment, can I still take my massage?”

“What’s your name?”

“Melissa Crane.”

She watched as she typed on the key board.

“You’ll have to go and see Jack Hill, he is the man you’ve been seeing. It is up to him if he’ll still allow you to keep your appointment.”

Melissa smiled, thanked the woman and walked as fast as she could to the room she regularly booked her appointment.

The door was closed.  She couldn’t see anyone waiting.

Tentatively she knocked. Melissa didn’t want to just barge in. If she was the lady or gentleman on the table she would have wanted someone to stop and wait.

“Just a minute.” She heard a man call from the door.

Moments later the door opened, her massager stood looking at her. After weeks of avoiding staring at him, Melissa finally got a good look at him. Over the weeks she tried not to ogle, she was here for research not to pick up a guy. He was younger than her, she could tell that instantly, not much younger but younger all the same. His hair was the color of sand from the beach, wavy just the way she liked it without it being too long. He wasn’t overly large in the muscle department but he fit his size. He always looked relaxed and comfortable in his own skin.

His eyes were blue and absolutely beautiful to look into.

She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of this young man.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, work caught up with me and the lady on the reception said to check with you and see if you were still okay with doing my massage?” Melissa could feel herself mumble, and the blush blooming in her checks.

She was sure she had been caught staring.

“You’re my last appointment so feel free.” He opened the door wider for her to enter. She ended up brushing past his body as there wasn’t enough room for her to get by.  

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“No problem.” He shut the door. Melissa looked around the room. She was usually naked on his table by the time he came into the room. The sound of the latch flicking into place made the small room suddenly intimate.

“If you want to take off your clothes and jump up on the bed.” He gestured giving her his back.

“Don’t you want to leave the room?” she asked. Melissa placed her bag and stuff on the chair available.

“Erm, if that would make you comfortable? I was just going to get set up here, be quicker seeing as you’re running late. I’ll keep my back to you I promise.” To confirm he turned away from her.

Melissa found her eyes drawn to his tight ass. Jerking her head away she peeled her blouse off and then her skirt. Turning to look behind her she removed her bra and panties.

She moved towards the bed, she got herself in position and waited. She didn’t know if the other customers did this, she was sure there was a changing facility, Jack had always told her to get changed in this room.

Melissa shrugged. A few more sessions and it wouldn’t matter if it was proper protocol.

“Are you decent?” he asked her.

Melissa laughed. “Yes, sorry. I’m in a world of my own.”

She heard him chuckle. “Sometimes that is the best place to be.”

She sighed in agreement.

Melissa felt him move her hair over one shoulder like always and then his hands were on her. He kneaded the tight muscles of her neck and this time Melissa couldn’t contain the groan of satisfaction.

“Feel good?”

“You have no idea,” she moaned.

He laughed using his hands on her.

Melissa suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have his magical hands on other personal places. Her eyes opened. She tried to see if he could see her reaction. She was sure her pussy had just awakened at the thought.

“So what kind of work do you do?” he asked her.

“I’m a writer,” she answered.

“What do you write?”

Melissa hesitated. She didn’t know what everyone thought of her writing but she knew it held a lot of misconceived perceptions. 

“You don’t have to tell me.”

She shook her head, she wasn’t ashamed of what she wrote and if he started making her uncomfortable she could always cancel the last sessions.

“I write romance.”

He chuckled. “Hearts and flowers?”

“No, erotic.” Teach him to chuckle.

She felt his hands stop on her back. Now, she had surprised him. He started back up again but she could sense he had loads of questions.

“Ask away if you want.”

She turned her head to see him gazing down at her. “What?” she asked him.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“What are you writing about now?”

Melissa was impressed. He didn’t dish out any snide comments or dirty innuendo. She felt happy to finally be talking about her work, until she realized her current work-in-progress were refusing to move its ass.

She sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want too.” Melissa smiled as he used the same words on her.

“No, it's not that at all. My current piece of work is just struggling to move anywhere and I have my publishers emailing me every other day because my deadline is fast approaching.” Melissa stopped when she realized she was ranting. “Um, sorry,” she mumbled, turning her head forward so she was staring at the floor instead of at him.

Where the hell had that come from?

Never before had she let off so much steam and to a stranger too. Okay, so he touched her body with his sinful hands but he was still a stranger.

“What is it about?”

“Sorry? What?” Melissa turned to him as he spoke.

“What is your story about?” he asked her.

Melissa blushed stumbling over her words. “A cougar.”

He chuckled. “You’re an erotic romance writer and you blush. That is so cute.”

Melissa couldn’t help but smile. The whole idea did seem to be really funny.

“It’s about an older woman who gets ditched by her husband for a younger model. Anyway, after months of being alone, sad, depressed and miserable. She suddenly sees the light. Without a husband and the responsibility of being in a committed relationship, she reinvents herself. She becomes the woman she always wanted. She meets a younger man and so begins her life as a cougar.” Melissa finished on a sigh as he worked the muscle in her neck.