☆you’re making a great first impression☆ 　

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“Frank, are you sure this isn’t hurting you?” Mel asked, the heels of her feet digging into his back.

“Yes, Mel. I swear it feels good.”

His back had been killing him all day. The grueling 12-hour shifts at the hospital were taking their toll on him, and without the pain killers he used to rely on, he often felt at a loss for any form of pain relief. That was until he read a reddit post about how having someone walk on your sore back can make it feel better.

While this sounded like it would feel amazing, he didn’t have anyone to walk on his back, especially not at this time of night, who else would even be up? That was when it hit him, he actually knew just the person to call.

When Mel’s phone started ringing over the speaker in her car and the screen read Frank, she quickly answered. She wasn’t sure why he would be calling her; their shift just ended fifteen minutes ago.

When he asked her to come over and walk on his back, she was surprised to say the least, but if he was in pain and she might be able to do something about it, she was more than willing to try.

That’s how she ended up in his apartment at 10 o’clock at night, her feet moving along his spine like a tight rope.

“I think I’m too heavy to be doing this.” Mel said concern coating her words.

She moved strategically, trying not to hurt him, trying not to place her full weight on him. But even though she was nervous it seemed to be helping him and that’s all she cared about.

“Mel, you’re not, your perfect for this.” He sputtered out, the air in his lungs leaving shakily. “Honestly, this feels great.”

He was liking it maybe a little too much, Mel’s socked feet on his bare back, pressing further into his muscles. Not only was it relieving some of his back pain, but it was also making him hard.

He wasn’t sure why this was happening. He didn’t know if it was because of the pressure it put on his dick, or the way Mel’s feet danced delicately on top of him, digging in deep when she needed to. Or if it was simply because Mel was the one above him. What it probably was, a combination of everything, mixing together to make the perfect environment for a pair of soiled pants and a lot of embarrassment.

“Should I keep doing it like this?” Mel questioned, her heels moving in circles along his lower back, putting just the right amount of pressure on his hardening length.

“Yeah, just like that, Mel.” He said, a soft whimper falling from his lips.

That night Frank came in his pants for the first time since high school and he wasn’t sorry about it.

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