Free Anita's Menage by Vee Michaels Page B

on a sigh that caused Paul to chuckle. “Okay,” Anita acquiesced, “but I don’t deserve this. I mean none of you are getting massages.”
    â€œNone of us look like you,” Jason said, “but if you insist, Paul, honey, you want a foot rub?”
    â€œIn your dreams,” Paul shot back.
    â€œYou two behave,” Anita said. Wondering what Armando thought, she glanced his way. He appeared engrossed in a magazine. Letting out a nervous breath, she decided to enjoy the moment.
    Jason eased the other foot onto the ottoman. When his hands roamed further up her ankle then they had previously, her thinking muddled.
    â€œYou have knots in your calves.”
    â€œI know, OUCH!” Anita flinched when he pressed one.
    â€œSorry.”
    â€œIt hurts so good,” Anita gave him a weary smile then closed her eyes and sank back into the chair.
    â€œEver think of wearing comfortable shoes?” Jason asked.
    Anita sighed. “I know I should.”
    Paul’s hands moved to the nape of her neck. Her hair had been done in a French twist and when he pulled the hair clip out, her blonde locks tumbled free. Running his fingers through her hair, Paul massaged her scalp. His fingers felt electric, and the strength of her lust pummeled her resolve to keep things neutral.
    Jason switched to the other calf.
    â€œWho knew the two of you had such talents?” Anita asked.
    Then Jason’s hand snaked up her leg and grazed the back of her knee. Tingles traveled up warming her core. Anita, with her eyes still shut, cocked an eyebrow at him, but said nothing. Her instincts told her to stop them, but her body begged for more. Compromising, she decided to let them continue a few minutes before ending the pampering.
    Paul traced the side of her face to the sensitive skin on her neck. His fingertips, dancing lightly, dipped beneath the line of her blouse. The touch, tender for a man so big, gave her goose bumps.
    â€œOkay,” Anita drawled. “That’s enough. I feel better.” Paul’s hands retreated. Laboring to pull herself from her pleasure-induced trance, she felt something warm brush the skin above her knee. “Ooh.” A moan escaped as a thrill spiraled through her. On their own, her legs inched apart.
    She should stop what was happening, but her mutinous mind, after having fantasized about having multiple men, shut down her vocal cords.
    â€œAnita,” Jason’s thick voice intoned. “You’re not wearing panties.”
    Anita held her breath. She’d never imagined the men would discover her secret. Now that they had, she worried they were disgusted. Jason’s hand inched up her thigh, and Anita heard her own sharp intake of breath.
    â€œYou are one beautiful woman,” he said.
    Drunk with lust, Anita’s mind warred with her body for control. She should stop this thing before it went too far. Then Jason’s hands were on her thighs gently urging them apart. This was the turning point. She had to decide whether or not to stop it. Wanting to enjoy the moment that would never happen again, Anita let go of her internal voice and gave into carnal lust. She was overdue. Dropping her head back, she inched her legs wider.
    Jason’s lips, hot and wet, kissed her sensitive inner thighs while his hands edged her skirt higher. Paul nibbled her neck and Anita tilted her head to the side giving him better access. When someone lightly tweaked her erect nipple through her blouse, the pleasurable sensation turned her body on fire. The ménage she’d fantasized about was happening!
    When her mind interceded, Anita shut it up by pretending she was dreaming. She knew if she opened her eyes, the reality of the situation would necessitate stopping.
    Writhing with pleasure, she reached back and touched Paul’s face. Then her hand slid into his short hair and she cupped the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed long and deep