u/Time-Definition6422

I find it difficult to look Liv in the eyes the next morning, my mind keeps thinking back to hearing their moans in the next room and how hard I came from it. Unfortunately for me, it’s only the second day of the work trip. Abbey however is as talkative and perky as ever. 

We all sit at the panel table on the stage, responding to our various emails, and managing attendees when they have questions or the seminar lulls. Abbey gets coffee for both Liv and I, not even asking for my order as she remembered from yesterday. On their lunch break, they go to a restaurant nearby and even bring me back food. Abbey said it was Liv’s idea but I doubt it. When they come back, I’m finally able to look at Liv without an embarrassing blush creeping up to my ears. 

That’s when I notice how giggly Abbey is. I look over to Liv raising my eyebrow in curiosity, she smiles and shakes her head like she doesn’t know why, but then she gets on her phone for a bit and Abbey turns more giggly, squirming a bit in the banquet seat. Eventually, Liv and her switch seats so that now Liv is next to me. 

The day continues on, and I look forward to the plated dinner provided this afternoon. I took the bulk of the afternoon attendee needs as Liv handled the work needed on the computer. Abbey stopped being as talkative, but is definitely more fidgety than normal. It’s not until the server drops our plates off and Liv sits her phone face up to grab her drink from the servers platter that I see why. On Liv’s phone, face up right beside me, is an app to control a vibrating sex toy, set to a consistent low pattern. 

I let out a harsh gasp without meaning to, causing Liv to look at me as she sat down her drink. Oh fuck, she’s going to be so mad at me for seeing, I try to turn away, but it’s too late. She looks down at her phone quickly flipping it over and looks back up at me. Then, as I am preparing myself to get yelled at, she laughs. Not knowing what to do I laugh too. She makes the sign we use to indicate we’re going to take a break, and then gets Abbey, and together they walk out of the banquet hall. I’m stuck on stage with all of our food and thoughts that I’m struggling to make sure aren’t thinking back to last night. 

Not even a few minutes later, they return. Liv leads Abbey up to the stage. Liv is in a tighter fitting silk blouse and slacks today with Abbey in a skirt that falls a few inches below her knees and a matching blouse to Liv’s. I try not to notice how they both look in it. Abbey smiles at me, embarrassed, as she takes her seat again. Liv slips her phone out of her pocket and sets it face up by her dinner plate, then she looks at me, before turning her phone on, unlocking it, and leaving it up on the app. 

She turns the setting up a notch higher and begins eating nonchalantly. With wide eyes, I look from her to Abbey then back to Liv. She smiles at me softly while continuing to eat. I feel myself getting hard and try to adjust so that it’s not noticeable. When I glance up, Abbey is looking over at me, squirming in her seat again. Liv slips her hand over to rest on Abbey’s thigh. Abbey whimpers quietly, barely audible, but I look out to the guests in the room anyway worried they might hear. They’re all sitting at their round banquet tables, oblivious to what’s happening on stage. I meet Abbey’s gaze again. This time she mouths something. I tilt my head to the side, unable to make it out when she repeats it. Higher please.

A minute passes before I realize she’s talking about the toy. The toy that by all guesses is in her right now. She’s asking me to turn the vibrating up higher. I’m fully erect now, and I know it’s showing through my slacks. I look to Liv, my eyes even wider than before. She smiles, knowingly, and nods. I see her hand squeeze Abbey’s thigh. Thousands of thoughts pass through my head, mostly ones of disbelief, before my cock pulses with arousal and I give in. Looking down at the app I turn it up to the next notch. 

Abbey whimpers again. And I try to adjust myself yet again to no avail. Liv glances over, one hand holding her fork as she calmly eats, and the other still on Abbey’s thigh. None of us have talked through this, I definitely haven’t, scared it would make the fantasy happening in front of me crash down. So, Liv’s voice startles me, even though it’s directed towards Abbey.

“What do you think? Should I let him touch himself?” She says, in the same tone she uses when she speaks at meetings at work. 

My cock pulses again, and I feel more turned on than I ever have before. Abbey’s whimper in agreement only makes me harder. 

I look at Liv, and she nods. Slowly, hesitantly, my hand slides to my bulge and I start rubbing myself over my slacks. The feeling is immediate and I can’t help but sigh under my breath. Abbey looks over at me, the embarrassment that was in her expression before is nowhere to be found as blunt arousal fills her eyes. She’s enjoying watching me, and I’m enjoying watching her just as much, and Liv is enjoying watching both of us. Liv sets her fork down and moves the toy to the top setting as her other hand slips under Abbey’s skirt. 

I look up to the ceiling in the hotel’s banquet space, almost unable to handle how hot this is. When I look back at Liv, she has her glass of wine in her hand, idling sipping as her other hand is moving under Abbey’s skirt. Abbey is looking back and forth between Liv and I as she squirms harder than before. 

I feel my arousal building in my spine and before I can prepare myself, I’m cumming in my slacks. Abbey closes her eyes and shakes, and Liv leans into her whispering words of praise. 

The rest of the night passes in a blur, and I barely remember walking into my hotel room.

These work trips were always boring beyond comprehension. Four day company hosted retreat and seminar at a high-end hotel, which sounds amazing until you’re sitting on the stage for 10 hours responding to emails while the attendees have all of the fun. The stage held a panel like table, which sat me and our other director, Liv. It was supposed to just be us, but Liv brought her wife, Abbey, with her, and honestly it’s Day 1 and she’s been our saving grace. Leaving to get us refreshments and snacks, helping me format my otherwise lost cause spreadsheet, and generally being upbeat and chatty. Don’t get me wrong, Liv is amazing at her job, but if it was just her and I, we would be lucky to exchange a few sentences total as she can be a bit cold. Abbey, it seems, balances that perfectly with being the glue in conversation.

Liv took the first round of speaking to the attendees, so she’s able to take the first real break. She exits the event space, walking confidently between the banquet tables, inclining her head to the guests and making small talk as she passes. Her dark green dress hugs her body amazingly and her heels help her tower over a lot of the guests making her almost 6 foot. I do my best not to stare. Or at least stare respectfully, as I’m only a man.

Abbey trails behind her, in a flowy blouse and tight slacks that hug her ass. She also waves to the guests and laughs with some as she passes. She’s about a head shorter than Liv, and right before they stop by the exit of the space, Liv leans down to give Abbey a quick kiss. 
Even though it was completely PG and definitely breaks some work conduct policies, that kiss makes me fantasize a bit. I mean, what am I to do? There’s little else to entertain me on this trip, and they’re both attractive. Very attractive actually. They’ll be in the hotel room right next to mine too, god I can only imagine. Unfortunately, imagining them together on a king bed, with questionable amounts of clothes on, leads to me being hard when they come back from their break. I try to make it less noticeable through my slacks, but as they sit in their seats and greet me I notice that Abbey’s makeup is a bit messed up and Liv’s hair is falling slightly out of the bun she had it in. 

Oh, they’re positively disheveled. I wasn’t the only one indulging in my thoughts, it seems I was just the only one doing it alone. 

I force myself to try to focus on the event for the remainder of the night, there’s nothing like boring work emails to kill a boner after all. We wrap up, the ladies and I are the last ones out of course. Day one down, only three more to go. 

It isn’t until we’re walking back to our respective hotel rooms that I notice they’re adjoining rooms, with very thin walls. So thin in fact that I hear when they turn on the shower and take turns complaining about the day and the trip. Then later when they get in bed. Then after that when they begin to moan. I tried, I really did. But I was so hard it started to hurt, and it’s not like they didn’t know their room bordered mine. 

God, they were really going at it too. I could hear the bed shaking, the vague buzz of a vibrator and both of them moaning. I could make out a bit of their words too. Liv calling Abbey her slut before the bed would shake partially hard, Abbey’s voice begging. I imagine it, Liv fucking Abbey with her fingers while Abbey holds a vibrator to her clit. How they would look and fit together perfectly nude. The heaviness of their breathing as an orgasm hits and then another, and then Abbey is between Liv’s legs.

It’s that thought mixed with their heated moans that gets me. The image of Abbey’s mouth on Liv’s pussy, licking and sucking, then coming up face covered in her juices is so fucking hot. I cum, covering my stomach, my breathing as heavy as theirs was. Soon after I hear the bed stops shaking.

I clean up while processing that I just masturbated to my coworker and her wife. My last thought is how embarrassed I am to see them tomorrow, but I fall asleep with a semi nonetheless.

We’re just friends, I tell myself. She doesn’t know how you’re feeling, or what she’s doing to you. She may not even want it. These thoughts do nothing to stop my clit from pulsing with the need for attention. 

Sofia’s thighs are on both sides of my hips as she massages the tender muscles in my shoulders, and I feel like my arousal is coming off of me in waves. Her hands start softly caressing my skin and I lose the battle with restraint as I sigh from how good it feels.

“There, much better,” Sofia says as she slides off of me, “Now, turn over.”

“Hmm? I thought we were done?” I respond, my voice breathy and unsure.

“Of course, we’re done with your back! Don’t you want the rest of you massaged?” 

Without waiting for an answer, Sofia starts to playfully tickle my sides in an attempt to get me to turn over. Unfortunately, this only worsens my desire not to turn. I know that if I flip to lay on my back, there’s a good chance I’ll no longer be able to hide how wet this has made me. I start to squirm, and try to get away from her tickling. She giggles, making me start to laugh as well. I try to grab her wrist, turning slightly to get the right angle, but she’s faster than me. She grabs my wrists, using my position against me and pushes me on my back with my wrists over my head, pinning me. 

She’s at the perfect place above me now, her brown hair curtains her face, and I’m unable to stop myself from looking down at how her tank top highlights her curves and in turn her hard nipples. Instinctively, my thighs press together and my knees raise slightly. The movement catches her attention, she releases my wrists and trails her hands down to my thighs. I can’t suppress my whimper from her touch and attention.

“Oh, you’re like really enjoying the massage aren’t you?” Sofia asks, her expression unreadable, but her focus still on my thighs. 

I bring my hands in front of my pussy, squeezing my thighs together more, and try to think of an excuse. Or a change of subject. Anything. Her hands come up to move my own, and then she’s moving away from the table.

I sink onto my back, covering my eyes with my hands in embarrassment. I wish I could sink into the table. She’s probably leaving the room to let me get dressed with what little dignity I have left. Well, the dignity I have until I get home and have to fuck myself with how needy I would still be. Before I can gather myself enough to open my eyes, I feel her hands touch my calf. My eyes open, shocked. 

“I don’t give happy endings, I’ve always found that stereotype for massage therapists to be reductive,” Sofia begins.

My groan interrupts her as I cover my eyes again and begin apologizing profusely. 

“But if you want to touch yourself, I definitely won’t stop you,’ she finishes.

Her fingers begin rubbing the side of my shin in long strokes. I uncover my eyes hesitantly, trying to gauge if she’s serious. At this point, an hour has passed since she begun my massage and I would love nothing more than to fuck myself, but I don’t want to ruin this anymore than I already have.

“Oh come on, I can smell how turned on you are, and you’ve already made a mess on my massage table, you might as well finish,” Sofia says, with a tone of amusement and a small note of degrading. 

I feel frozen in place, her acknowledgement only makes me wetter, I think about my fantasies earlier and my blush can’t get any deeper. I’m about to move my hand to my pussy when she sighs.

“I am going to move up to massaging your thigh now, and if you don’t start fucking yourself, I’m going to take matters into my own hands.” 

Her hands make their way up my left calf, massaging the tense muscles in small circles. Her fingers skillfully work out any knots and soon she’s at the bottom of my thigh. It’s taking all of my willpower not to squeeze my thighs together. My pussy only gets wetter, and there’s no fabric to keep it from beginning to coat my inner thighs. 

God, what if she sees? I was the one hesitant about this being awkward, she brushed me off. Now I’m lying here thinking about how soft her lips looked, how good her hands feel on me, and how a small part of me wants her to see what she’s doing to me. 

Before I can dwell too far into that last thought, I find myself letting out a soft moan as she massages a particularly sensitive part of my upper thigh. Embarrassment engulfs me, and I try and fail to bury my head deeper into the pillowed hole of the massage table. 

“Oh, did that feel good?” She asks, her voice soft and a bit breathy. 

Without meaning to, my hips buck into the table in search of friction at her tone. I can only hope she doesn’t notice. She moves down to the right calf and I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I can feel my arousal growing heavy, the need to touch myself is the only thing I can focus on. It would be too noticeable to slip my hand down to my clit, but fuck it would feel so good just to trace small circles around it. 

She’s up to my other thigh now, both of her hands wrapped around the sides of it, dragging her thumbs together down the middle. I’m just barely stopping myself from trying to push down so that her fingers will brush the lips of my pussy, then her hand is moving up anyways and I can feel the heat radiating from it. 

So close to touching, so close that I almost whimper. She must feel the warmth coming off of me in waves, there’s no way she can’t. I can’t tell if the wetness under her fingers is the oil she’s been using or mine that has definitely coated the inside of my thigh by now. God if she would only move up a little bit, please, please. 

I’m not sure if I said it out loud, but her hands move to the small of my back and start massaging. Disappointment and frustration try to replace my desperation, as my hips buck again in protest. Each stroke, knead, and caress feels like the fire inside me being fed. As she continues to massage up my back and to my shoulders, the fantasies grow bolder. I’m imagining her fingers pumping inside of me as she gently sucks my clit, while she soothes the muscles planking my spine none the wiser. As she works the knots out of my left shoulder, I’m thinking about how she would taste sitting on my face, with her thighs around each side of my face, consumed by the weight of her and the wetness of her pussy.

By the time it feels like she’s starting to wrap up, I’m close enough from my own yearning that any touch in the right spot could send me over the edge. I should feel embarrassed, and I think I do a bit, but that is just fueling my neediness. 

“There’s one knot on your shoulder I just can’t get,” Sofia says, letting out a huff of frustration. 

Unable to form a full response, I mutter a sound of agreeance. 

“This room is too small to get the right angle, hold on,” she continues as I hear some things rattle and move.

Then, a weight is on the small of my back and either side of my hips. I feel her hands back on either side of my spine, it’s then I realize that she’s straddling me with her knees on either side of me. Through her linen pants I can feel the heat radiating from her skin and her pussy that is pushed directly against the curve of my ass into the small of my back. She applies deeper pressure into the offending shoulder, and I can’t stop myself from moaning.

“That’s better right?” She asks.

I moan again, for a reason that has very little to do with the massage itself. God, I hope she never takes her hands off of me.

“Are you sure this won’t be awkward?” I ask. 

I could already see the table Sofia sat out, the black leather shown with a slight warm glow from the candles she lit. Her bed pushed against the wall to accommodate for the set up in her small apartment. Three small bottles of oil and a few rolled white towels rest on the nightstand by the massage table, she really thought of everything. Well, everything but my hesitation which she brushes off with an eye roll.

“I just got my certification, and I need more practice before I start at the spa!” she says while following me into her bedroom.

I give her another hesitant look before looking back at the massage table. She tosses a robe onto the table, causing my eye to widen.

“I thought I’d be able to keep my clothes on at least!”

“Don’t act like you haven’t changed in front of me before. I’ve seen your tits more times than I can count, remember when we went to the bar and,” Sofia starts, before I start to push her towards the door interrupting her sentence and hopefully avoiding her seeing the blush spread on my face.

She comes back in shortly after to find me in only her robe seated on the massage table. Determined to roleplay and practice for her clients, she’s all business going over the different oils, scents, and benefits of each, which of course causes us both to giggle every time our eyes meet. Finally settling down, she spreads the lavender oil on her hands as I watch. Her hands spread the oil over one another causing the light to catch and glisten on them, I realize I’m staring and quickly close my eyes. 

While I’m still sitting up on the table in her robe, she stands behind me and gently takes my long hair out of its bun, detangling it as she does. Her fingers brush the nape of my neck as she starts to massage the back of my scalp, rubbing in small circles. Immediately, I feel my tension lessen and myself lean just a bit into her touch. She must be good at this for it to already feel this good, my whole body focuses on the feeling of her hands in my hair. I think about how her fingers looked earlier in the oil, and my mind wonders, thinking about how they will feel later on my body. They would feel so good traveling up my thighs. Fuck I shouldn’t be thinking about this. Her hands travel up higher on my scalp, softly putting pressure as she rubs. She starts to hum a bit to herself as the scent of lavender fills the air around us. Her hands work their way back down to my neck, rubbing and making more small circles along the way. I can’t stop myself from thinking about the oil again, and how skilled her hands are. Her fingers shown so wet, as if they could have been covered in something else.

“Ready for the actual massage now?” Sofia asks.

Her voice is soft and closer than I expected. I find myself opening my eyes in a bit of a daze and looking over at her, goosebumps cover my body. Her brown eyes are lit by the candlelight, shining with a gold ring around them and her matching brown hair frames her face. I glance down at her soft, full lips, almost on instinct, before hastily looking back up at her eyes. She smiles, holding my eye contact before I remember that she asked a question. I nod, a little too fast and look away, a blush filling my face again I’m sure, though I’m unsure why. I’m helping her practice that’s all.

“Derobe and lay under this towel” Sofia directs, as I get up to do as she says in a trance. 

She grabs a towel from the nightstand, as I untie the robe. Just as I start to slip it off of my shoulders, she snaps the towel at my ass, earning a yelp of surprise from me, causing her to giggle.

“Sofia! I don’t think your clients will like that!”

“I’m not so sure, from the noise you made you did!”

I roll my eyes in response, but I can feel my face getting hot yet again. We’re just friends, I think to myself, as my robe fully slips to the floor and I climb onto the massage table. The leather is cool against my skin as I lay facedown and my nipples harden more against the table. I’m just helping a friend, or getting a free massage from a friend, both rather. I repeat this over and over again to myself as her hands, covered with oil, start massaging my calf, and I’m helpless as my pussy gets wet.