CHAPTER TWELVE
Jim leaned Iris down onto the bed. His hands moved to gently cup her breasts, finding she was on the bosomy side, which was fine by him. She was round and curvy, downright voluptuous to him.
"You have bodacious tatas," Brass said with satisfaction.
"Bodacious?" Iris queried, looking down.
"Oh yeah and bouncy too," Jim said in approval.
As he moved to lay her down fully, Iris put her hands on his chest. "Wait," she said simply.
"Iris, cut me a break, I'm ready to burst here," Jim said.
"Trust me…I'll make it worth your while...just sit down here," her voice was husky as well. She got up to go to her suitcase.
"Alrighty then," Brass replied, "just have to keep the stallion corralled a little longer. Steady, boy."
Suppressing the urge to giggle, Iris returned quickly with a bottle of scented oil. She took a moment to admire his manly form, especially the hairy chest, a great plus in her eyes. He waited expectantly in his boxer shorts. "I remember you wore boxers," Iris said smiling fondly, both of them recalling when Brass had ended up in Iris's home as he frantically searched for Ellie all those months ago.
As Brass sat on the edge of the bed, Iris knelt before him and began to massage his feet with the scented oil. She slowly, ever so slowly, worked her way up the calves and to his thighs. Her touch varied from light to firm. Jim's breathing was changing radically, Iris enjoying every minute of the sweet torture she was inflicting on Brass. She continued to work at the thighs, Brass giving her low groans in response.
"Iris, you're killin' me," Jim said in a ragged, gasping voice.
"Hang in there, lover," Iris replied with a low laugh. She quickly got up and moved behind Brass as she went to now massage his back. Using the oil more copiously on his shoulders, she continued to slowly knead his muscles and gently stroke with feather light caresses. She now alternatively used one hand to now massage his chest, his back being gently brushed by her breasts as she continued.
"Now, lay down," she commanded Brass who readily did so.
Iris now gave her full attention to his chest. She continued to knead and caress his chest, leaning down to nip and gently graze him with her lips. His chest hair tickled, but soft moans continued to reward her efforts. Before Brass knew it, she had deftly begun to stroke the front of his boxers as she gave him a sly smile. The evidence of his arousal became a point of fact as he involuntarily arched under the touch of her hands. Her head bent suddenly as she moved in for the kill.