I told myself I would let Nathan’s dad do whatever he wanted to me. He worked them down my back and then across my chest. So, I just relaxed and downed more margarita as he stood behind me working them over my flesh and bones.Īll of a sudden, his hands became more intrinsic and reaching in nature. At first I was a little nervous by his hands touching me, but they also felt good too. Slowly he began to massage my shoulder blades with his firm strong hands. He said in a cheerful voice, “Now that you aren’t as tired, hot, hungry or thirsty anymore, let me see if I can now soothe your sore body from all that baseball you have been playing”. Just as I took a few sips of the margarita, Nathan’s dad stood behind me and put his hands on both my shoulder blades.
