Gina needs your help
From Torg Adventure
A woman in need is asking for your help. Besides, you dated a tennis player freshman year, and she often needed attention like this, though she usually moved straight into hardcore sex once you got going. So, you have some experience with working on muscles.
"I am a handyman at that, Gina. I'll certainly do what I can to relieve your pain," you say cheerily, trying to counter her mood.
"Oh, thank you, {FIRST_NAME}," she says wearily.
"Do you have some oil or lotion?" you ask, looking around the bedroom.
"On the nightstand."
You walk over and grab a bottle, then put it back, seeing that it's lube. Another bottle is farther back on the table, and you take it. It is rose-scented massage oil.
You stand next to the bed, because you don't feel comfortable doing it right, which would be sitting on her ass. You pour some oil on your palm, cap the bottle, and then rub your hands together to spread the oil. Then you gently rub up and down Gina's back, getting a little harder as you go.
"Oh, take off your shoes, please, and sit on my legs. It's much better if you're there, {FIRST_NAME}," she suggests.
"Oh, thanks. I would have done that, but I didn't want to be too forward." You remove your shoes and climb on the bed, bringing the oil with you. You pour some more oil in your hands and spread the oil all over her back, then you start using your heels to slowly rub down into the muscles. A deep groan comes from Gina's throat. After a few minutes of getting her back ready, you work on her shoulders, finding them very tight. You have strong hands, but you start gently and then work up to more and more pressure. More groaning comes from the woman. Soon you are really doing a number on her tension and knotted muscles, using broad strokes as well as intense pressure and kneading on problem kinks, adding oil as you go. Your cock is also stiff in your pants, so you hope Gina can't feel it through your pants. You move down her arms, working on her biceps and triceps, forearms, and hands. You massage her neck. All the while, Gina groans and moans.
"Oh, {FIRST_NAME}. You may be slower than Jack at fixing the plumbing, but you are much better at fixing my back than he was. I can put up with you being slow in other ways, if you can do this right. I'm sorry I was so grumpy before. It's been a bad day." The frustration has drained out of her voice by your ministrations. "Would you get me some more wine, and some for yourself, if you want?"
"Yes, I'd love more wine, Gina," you say as you get up off the bed and head into the apartment. You have no trouble finding the bottle in the kitchen. You pour more for each of you and head back to the bedroom.
What do you find?
