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“Sorry,” I said into the cradle. “That was out of line. Forget I said anything.”

Her hands went still. Then, after a long moment, they started again, but different. Brisk. Professional. She tugged the towel back up over my arse and tucked it in firmly, like she was making a bed.

“Already forgotten,” she said.

The rest of my back got a perfectly competent massage. The kind you’d give a stranger. My cock slowly lost interest and I lay there feeling like the biggest idiot in the county.

When she moved to my shoulders, though, she paused. Her thumbs pressed into the muscle at the base of my neck, and she leaned down close, close enough that her lips almost touched my ear.

“You know what’s annoying?” she said quietly.

“What?”

“You bring it up, I finally get a chance to say something, and then you take it back.” Her thumbs dug in, almost painful. “Did you mean it or not?”

I swallowed. “Does it matter?”

“It matters to me.” Her breath was warm on my neck. “I’m not going to embarrass myself twice, Mark. If you’re going to back out the second it gets real, then let’s just finish this, you tip me, and we see each other at Christmas like nothing happened.”

She straightened up and waited. I could hear the clock ticking on the wall. Thirty minutes left on the session.

My cock was very interested again.

→ I tell her it was a mistake and get up to leave

→ I tell her I meant every word

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I didn’t answer. I just rolled over.

The towel went with me for about half a second and then gave up, sliding off my hip onto the floor. My cock slapped up against my stomach, fully hard, flushed dark and shiny at the tip where I’d been leaking against the sheet.

Claire’s hand flew to her mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Mark.”

“You asked.”

“I didn’t ask to see it!” But she didn’t look away. Her eyes were locked on my cock like it had hypnotised her, and her chest was rising and falling fast under the scrubs. “That’s… it’s bigger than Helen made it sound.”

“Helen talks about it?”

“Sisters talk.” She swallowed. “Fuck. Fuck. Put the towel back.”

She didn’t pick it up. Neither did I.

Instead she stepped closer, oil still glistening on her palms. Slowly, like she was reaching for something that might bite, she rested one hand flat on my thigh. Then she slid it up. Her fingertips traced the crease of my hip, the base of my shaft, and then she wrapped her slick fingers around me and squeezed.

I groaned so loud she shushed me.

“Thin walls,” she hissed. “Kelly’s next door.”

She gave me one slow stroke, root to tip, oil squelching filthily in the quiet room. Her thumb rolled over the head and smeared the precum around. She was biting her lip, staring at her own hand like it belonged to someone else.

“This is so wrong,” she breathed. And stroked again.

→ I lie back, grip the table and beg her to keep going

→ I pull her down on top of me to kiss her

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“Show me the steam room,” I said.

She led me through a back door, me in just the towel, her glancing up and down the corridor. The steam room was small, tiled, thick with eucalyptus fog. She locked the door behind us and turned around.

Then she stripped.

Scrubs, bra, knickers, all of it, dropped on the bench. She stood there in the steam, naked, full tits glistening, a neat dark strip between her thighs.

“Your turn,” she said.

I dropped the towel. We sat on opposite benches, three feet apart, sweating, staring.

“Rules,” she said, breathless. “No touching each other. If we touch, it’s real.”

“Then what?”

She spread her knees and slid her hand between her legs. “Then this.”

I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked, slow, watching her fingers sink into her pussy. She was soaking. I could hear it over the hiss of the steam. She rubbed her clit in quick circles, other hand squeezing her tit, eyes fixed on my fist.

“Faster,” she gasped. “Let me see you.”

We raced each other. Her hips lifted off the tiles. My balls drew up tight. She came first, crying out, legs shaking, and watching her pushed me over. I shot across the wet tiles at her feet.

We sat there, panting in the fog.

“Technically,” she said, “nobody touched anybody.”

“Technically,” I agreed. We both started laughing.

Ending 16 of 16: The Steam Room. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“Have dinner with me,” I said. “Not here. Not like this. Properly.”

Claire stared at me. “Dinner.”

“Somewhere with tablecloths. Where I’m wearing trousers.”

She laughed, then stopped laughing, and looked at me for a long time. “You’re serious.”

“I’m serious. If this is going to happen, I don’t want it to be twenty-five minutes in a spa room with your colleague next door. I want to do it right. Which probably means I need to have a very hard conversation with Helen first.”

Her eyes filled up. She blinked hard.

“You’d do that?”

“I think it’s been coming for a long time. With or without you.”

She leaned in and kissed me. Softly. Just once. Her hand rested on my chest, over my heart, and she smiled against my lips.

Then she pulled back and let her hand drift down, over my stomach, to the towel in my lap. She pressed her palm flat against my cock through the cotton and squeezed, firmly, just once. I groaned.

“That’s a promise,” she said. “For after the tablecloths.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Good.” She stood up, wiped her eyes, and handed me my shirt. “Go home. Be honest. Call me when it’s done.”

I left the spa with an aching cock, a lighter back and a very heavy heart.

It was the best massage of my life, and the happy ending was still a way off.

Ending 15 of 16: The Long Game. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her up onto the table with me.

She squealed, then laughed, then landed straddling my thigh with her scrubs riding up. The table creaked ominously. Neither of us cared. She kissed me, filthy and wet, and started to grind.

She rode my thigh like she’d been dreaming about it. Her hips rocked in hard, rhythmic circles, her pussy hot and damp through thin cotton, pressing down on my oiled leg. My cock was trapped against her hip, and every time she moved, it dragged against her.

“Oh God, oh God, Mark…”

I got her top up and her bra pushed down and sucked one nipple into my mouth. She gasped and ground harder, clutching my head to her tits.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m…”

She came on my leg. Shaking, biting my shoulder to keep quiet, her thighs clamped around mine, a long, shuddering orgasm that went on and on while I held her.

Then she collapsed on my chest, panting.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Eleven years. That was worth it.”

I was throbbing against her hip, desperate. “Claire…”

She lifted her head, looked down at my cock, and climbed off the table.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, laughing, fixing her clothes. “My three o’clock’s here. I’ll owe you.”

“You’ll owe me?”

She kissed me once more, quick and sweet, and left me lying there, harder than I’ve ever been.

Ending 14 of 16: Her Turn. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“Take your top off,” I said, hoarse. “I want to see you. Please.”

She hesitated, just a second. Then she stepped back, crossed her arms, and pulled her scrubs up over her head.

Her bra was plain white cotton, straining. She reached behind her, unhooked it, and let it fall. Her tits spilled out, full and soft and heavier than I’d ever let myself imagine, with big dusky nipples standing up hard in the warm air.

“Well?” she said, chin up, defiant, cheeks burning.

“Jesus, Claire.”

“Is that a good Jesus?”

“It’s the best Jesus.”

She laughed. Then she picked up the oil, poured a little into her palm, and slowly rubbed it over her own breasts while I watched. Squeezing them. Pinching her nipples. Lifting them, letting them fall, shining under the soft lamp.

My cock was jerking on its own. I reached for it. She shook her head.

“No,” she said. “Look. Don’t touch.”

She came closer, right up to the table, and leaned over until her nipples brushed my lips. I opened my mouth and she pulled away, smiling.

“That’s all you get,” she whispered. “This time.”

She put her bra back on, then her top, smoothing it down like nothing had happened. My cock was purple and aching.

“You’re evil,” I told her.

“I’ve waited eleven years. You can wait a week.” She blew me a kiss and walked out.

Ending 13 of 16: The Show. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I sat up, slid my oily hand behind her neck and kissed her.

She went up in flames. She grabbed my face and kissed me back like she was drowning, open-mouthed and hungry, moaning into me. She climbed half onto the table, straddling my thigh, grinding down on it through her scrubs. My cock was pressed hard against her belly and she rubbed herself against me like an animal.

I got my hands up under her top. Her skin was hot. I cupped her tits through her bra and she gasped into my mouth and rocked harder on my leg.

“Fuck, fuck, Mark…”

Then her pager went off.

A real pager, clipped to her waistband, buzzing and beeping like an angry insect. She ignored it. It went again.

“Reception,” she panted. “Means my three o’clock’s early.”

“Ignore it.”

“I can’t, she’s eighty-four, she’ll come looking.” She kissed me again, hard, desperate. Then she pulled back and looked at me, her lips swollen, hair coming loose, chest heaving.

“That was the best kiss of my entire life,” she said. “I hate you.”

She climbed off. Straightened her top. My thigh was damp where she’d been grinding, and my cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

“Same time next week?” I croaked.

She paused at the door, flushed scarlet, a wild smile on her face.

“Don’t you fucking dare book anyone else,” she said, and left me there, hard as stone.

Ending 12 of 16: Just a Kiss. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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“Kiss me,” I said. “Just that. Kiss me.”

She leaned down. Her lips were an inch from mine. I could feel her breath, smell the mint on it, see her pupils huge and black.

Then she stopped.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“Claire…”

“I can’t, Mark.” She straightened up and wrapped her arms around herself. Her eyes were swimming. “If I kiss you, I won’t stop. I know I won’t. And then what? I sit across from Helen at Mum’s birthday and pass her the gravy?”

She was crying now, quietly, tears running down her flushed face. My cock was still standing up between us like an idiot, which didn’t help the mood.

I pulled the towel over myself. “Hey. Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I want you so much it hurts.” She laughed through the tears. “I’ve wanted you since before she even brought you home. Do you know that? I saw you first. At the pub quiz. I was working up the nerve and she just walked over.”

I didn’t know that. Eleven years and I never knew that.

She wiped her face on her sleeve. “I’m going to get Kelly to finish your session.”

“Claire, please.”

“Don’t.” She opened the door. Looked back once, at me lying there, aching and hard and helpless.

“Ask me again in a year,” she said. “If you’re still asking.”

The door clicked shut.

Ending 11 of 16: Cold Feet. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I rolled over to face her.

My cock slapped up onto my belly, red and swollen and leaking. Claire stood there with her oily hands in the air like a surgeon, staring at it.

“Mark,” she whispered. “I can’t touch that. If I touch that, I can’t take it back.”

“Okay.”

“But…” She swallowed. Her eyes didn’t move off it. “I want to see. I want to watch you.”

It took me a second to understand. Then I wrapped my own hand around my shaft, slick with her oil, and stroked.

Claire made a tiny noise. She sat down on the stool, right beside the table, close enough that I could feel her breath on my thigh. She pressed her knees together, hard.

“Slower,” she said.

I went slower. Long pulls, all the way up, squeezing the head. She watched every inch.

“Is that how you do it? When you think about me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think about me?”

“Constantly.”

She bit her lip and pressed her hand between her own thighs, over her scrubs, rubbing in small circles. We watched each other. Her breathing went ragged. Her hips rocked against her hand.

“Come for me,” she whispered. “I want to see it.”

I came with her eyes locked on my cock, ropes of it splashing across my stomach, and she whimpered and shook on the stool, coming too, her hand jammed between her legs.

She never touched me once.

Ending 10 of 16: Watch Me. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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I couldn’t help it. “Claire,” I moaned, and pushed my hips back into her hand.

She gasped. Then she did it again: fingers stroking my balls from behind, slow and slick, then sliding forward along the underside of my shaft where it was pinned against the table. Just her fingertips. Just a little.

It was enough. More than enough.

I felt it coming up from somewhere deep and had no chance of stopping it. My whole body locked. I groaned into the face cradle and came, hard, grinding into the sheet, pumping a hot, sticky mess under myself without her even wrapping a hand around me.

Claire froze. “Did you just…”

I couldn’t answer. I was still twitching.

“Oh my God.” She pulled her hand back. Then she started laughing, helplessly, hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, Mark. I barely touched you.”

“Eleven years,” I mumbled into the cradle. “Eleven years of build-up.”

“That’s the most flattering thing that has ever happened to me.” She was crying with laughter now. “I have to change the sheets. I have to explain the sheets.”

She threw a towel at me. When I finally rolled over, sticky and red-faced, she was leaning against the counter, flushed and grinning and visibly aroused, nipples straining through her scrubs.

“Next time,” she said, “you’re lasting longer than two fingers.”

“There’s a next time?”

“Book it before I come to my senses.”

Ending 9 of 16: The Hair Trigger. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.

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