Maggie wondered what Taisha’s hair felt like. It always seemed to have a perfect amount of shimmer too it. But she heard stories that you should never touch a black woman’s hair and you should definitely not ask them if you can. She could sense Taisha shaking her hair out gently after giving Maggie her scrunchie. She tossed the other two scrunchies onto the table.
Taisha began to rub Maggie’s shoulders again and Maggie sighed. “Mmmmm.”
Taisha sat down in the chair behind her. “We gotta get rid of this blouse Ms. Turner. I can’t give a proper massage with that on…”
“I can’t do that here…”
“Ms. Turner, Did I not do you right the other night?”
“Yes, but someone could come in…”
“Really?” Taisha stood up and walked to the door and looked it. With new lockdown protocols the office doors all had locks and sliding bolts in the event of school shootings. Taisha locked and bolted the door. Her hand trembled as she replayed principal turner and coach Jackson in her mind.
She sat down behind Maggie and pressed her thighs against Maggie’s hips. Maggie was now sitting upright, and Taisha pressed her body against Maggie’s back. Taisha felt a rush of tingling heat between her legs and had to remember to breath. Maggie felt the same as she tried to talk.
“I, I, a, don’t think this is appropriate in the…”
“Ms. Turner, you need to stop fighting me and let me give you what you need. You are tight as a tick and ready to pop.” Said Taisha matter of factly. “Now relax your body, lean back against me and close your eyes.”
Maggie was uncomfortable, anxious, heart racing all at the same time. She felt almost powerless to resist but didn’t know if she even wanted to. The massage the other night was incredible, and she really was “tight as a tick.” She leaned uncomfortably far back before her shoulders landed on Taisha’s chest. She landed with a sense of relief. Taisha’s beasts were full, firm and warm against her back.
Relax your arms and let them hang. She did and they rested on Taisha’s thighs, also warm and very firm. Taisha brought her head forward resting her chin on Maggie’s right shoulder, her hair rubbed Maggie’s cheek. It was softer than Maggie imagined. It brought to mind a soft wool, not moist but not dry. She moved her head subtly to rub it with her cheek. Then Taisha’s perfume sent a jolt through her body.
“You have your Rogue on today.” She said softly.
Taisha laughed having just noticed Maggie’s perfume. She breathed deep. “And what do you have on?”
“Dior.” Maggie answered.
“I like it.” Sighed Taisha.
Maggie hardly noticed Taisha had unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse, she did it so subtly. Maggie moved her right hand to the next button. “We can’t do the massage here. Let’s go home and we can do it in the RV.”
“Ms. Turner we’ve already started, and besides, you don’t want to risk Sam finding out about my hidden talents. Now just relax and do as I say please.” Taisha’s hand slid gently up the back of Maggie’s hand gripped it softly and placed it on Taisha’s knee.
She continued to work her way down the buttons and when she undid the last one, she pulled Maggie’s shirt tails out of her slacks. Taisha felt Maggie’s fingers gently caressing her knee as she slid her fingers back up her unbuttoned blouse, letting the back of her fingers felt Maggie’s skin on the way. She wondered if she may finally get to live out some of her high school and college fantasies of Ms. Maggie Turner.
She wanted to kiss her neck and have her way with her on the table, but she couldn’t risk her friendship and career unless she was certain. She gripped the blouse near the collar and pulled it off her shoulders, turned her head so their cheeks would touch and whispered.
“Ok, assume the position and let’s get you what you need Ms. Turner.” She slid the blouse off Maggie’s arms and laid it on the table to Maggie’s left side.
Maggie leaned forward with her forehead against the padded seat back while Taisha gently placed Maggie’s hands back on her thighs. “That’s it Ms. Turner just relax and let me work out all this tension.
She started with softly massaging her deltoids, as she did, she slid the shoulder straps of her bra down over her arms. Then she began the deep tissue shoulder work that caused her to feel uncomfortable.
“Relax, it’s all gonna be worth it.
Maggie did her best to not tense her body. She focused on the warmth of Taisha pressing against her butt and thighs. But when she applied full pressure there was serious pain. Taisha was right, the end result was remarkably good, but the process was painful
Next, she began working the shoulder blade area and with remarkable precision had Maggie’s bra clasp unhooked before she could think about a protest.
“Just let it fall, it was in my way.” Taisha’s right hand had come around gripped the front of the bra and pulled it down. In the process her knuckles managed to gently brush both of Maggie’s nipples, causing her to gasp. She pulled it away from Maggie’s body until Maggie dangled her arms and let it fall off. “Isn’t that better?”
The air on her exposed breasts at the end of the day was always a delight, but in the office, it was awkward to say the least. Maggie nodded; in disbelief she was topless in her office with her head planted against the chair. But the magic hands of Taisha were heavenly, and she let the massage continue.
As Taisha worked her way to Maggie’s hips, she pressed her thumbs into her upper gluteal muscles producing a wince. “Still sore there, I see.” She tried to push her hands inside the waist band of Maggie’s pants, but could not. “Lean back a minute Ms. Turner.”
Maggie did but brought her hands up to cover her breasts. She sensed Taisha was leaning further back than last time making Maggie feel even more exposed. But as she settled back on Taisha’s breasts the thought of how this would feel if Taisha were topless sent a wave of warmth to her pussy that scared and excited her at the same time.
She imagined the warmth of her full breast pressed against her naked back. She leaned her head back against Taisha’s shoulder and rubbed her cheek against Taisha’s hair.
Taisha’s heart raced as she thought of gripping Ms. Turner’s breasts and kissing her neck. She had to be absolutely sure and take it painfully slow if her fantasies of Ms. Turner were to come true. She could barely control her emotions but convinced herself to stay in control.
She gripped both of Maggie’s hands and gently pulled them back to her thighs. “You need to relax and trust me Ms. Turner, she whispered softly, with her bottom lip ever so slightly touching Maggie’s cheek. Taisha slowly pushed Maggie’s hands down dragging her thumbs across Maggie’s skin as she pushed them back to her thighs.
She saw a wave of goosebumps on Maggie’s belly as she released Maggie’s hands and moved to her belt. “We just need to loosen these a bit.”
She unbuckled the belt and lowered the zipper and could feel Maggie still subtly rubbing against her hair. Taisha was fairly certain; Maggie was willing but resisted the urge to make the next move. She slid the belt off her and sat it on top of the blouse. Then she slid her finger tips of both hands into the waist band of Maggie’s pants and traced them around her waist.