How Paul Fits In - Part 4

Ok so I have had to think back a bit and realized that my supper and massage was on the Thursday night. So lets just back track a few hours so I can tell you all about that. You have to understand that Paul is a qualified chef and by that I don’t mean just that he is good at cooking and baking. I mean that after school he studied as a Chef. So I was kakking myself when I had to make food for him for the first time. It was so intimidating. I hauled out my best recipe. This is a chicken dish that my mother taught me. I am obviously not going to tell you what it is, family recipe you know ;P . But I remember just about fucking up the entire meal, just because I was so fucking nervous about cooking for a chef. By the time that we were eating I realized that I have now prepared my best meal and we still had 3 days to go. Don’t know what I was going to do for those three days. But decided to cross that bridge when we got there.

So that night I decided to give Paul a full body massage. Middle of winter I am asking this man to get completely naked and lie on top of all the bedding with nothing but a small towel covering his ass. Might not have been the best of ideas. I also didn’t have a heater or anything to heat up the room with. Ok but so far so good. His shiver at this point could have been due to the cold or being excited, like a puppy. He is a hard working man and needed a massage just to relax a bit. And honestly he is a hard working man. Those days he started breakfast in the guest house at 5-ish, would work the entire day till about 9 or 10 at night. Hy was fodde. In sy moer in moeg en op gewerk.

Then still not thinking clearly, how can you expect me to when I am blond and I have a naked man on my bed, I take out some cream. It was ‘Oh so Heavenly’ the lavender one. Well, what do I do? I turn the bottle upside down and in the middle of winter while we is already freezing his ass off, I proceed to pour cold cream straight from the bottle onto his back. Bless his soul, besides for flinching he didn’t complain at all. He took it like a man and soon the cold cream was hot on his hot back. Of course I thought his flinching was hysterical and proceeded to torture him like this with every part of his body that I massaged. Knowing full well that if the roles were reversed I would probably have gone through the ceiling while using a multitude of colourful metaphors. But as I said he took it all. But after my meal, which he apparently loved, and the ‘awesome’ massage, I didn’t take into account that he would be tired. So on came the flannies, my arch-enemy at this point, and into bed we went. I had visions of burning those damn jammies. So going to bed as I previously stated, I knew I was going to have to up my game! Wednesday and Thursday night in those jammies and due to them devil jammies I was celibate.

Now something you have to know about me is that even though I am an extremely sexual being I am also extremely shy in actual fact I don’t really share sex stories and when Paul or anyone starts talking about me in any reference to sexuality, I blush like it is unreal.  I also don’t make first moves. In a relationship I am terrified of rejection and so, just about never make the first move. That is why my next action was just completely unexpected, even for me. And here it gets PG controlled. You have to be at least, fuck with today’s kinds you can probably be 10 but lets make it 16.

The next morning He went to go shower and I pretended to go switch the kettle on. When I heard the water of the shower going in the on-suite, I decided to join him. I don’t know what came over me but I just decided that if I want this man I have to just do whatever it takes to get him. He was shocked but made a nice recovery. So here we are. Two people in the shower. Now what? Remember I told you that not only do I not normally make the first move but I also suck at the dating and flirting thing. So quickly think back to movies, romance, drama, comedy, porn, anything. I take my washing net thingy and decide to wash him. Washed his chest and arms and back and I had to kneel to wash his legs and…….well lets just say that I got stuck down there for quite a while. 

Some time later, with no mess being made we got out of the shower and I was sure that now he would be mine. Well can you fucking believe it that, yes submitted to hold my hand, when I didn’t allow him opportunity to pull away, but he still just treated me like another person, just a friend. So not only was I still his friend but now I was also his cheap slut friend, that just goes down on people and swallows.

But I was determined to get this man. I had fallen in love with him and him I wanted.  Next time we can talk about how it happened.

Mwah!!