I'm a bit nervous and shy. We each have a beer, and exchange small talk, while sitting at a kitchen table. When some of the shyness has worn off, you offer to rub my shoulders.
"OK," I say.
You move behind my chair and start to knead.
"Mmm," I say, "that sure feels good."
You start rubbing my neck, and then slip your hands down my shirt and onto my pecs, hard from working out at the gym.
"Unnh," I say. "Don't stop."
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