The washing soon turned into a foot massage, that I wasn't going to complain about. Her fingers and thumbs dug into my feet, and a feeling of relaxati...n came over me. When she was done with that foot, she did the same with my left foot. She then moved up to my calves, doing the same for them as she had for my feet. My thighs soon followed, and I heard a moan, that I was embarrassed to realize had come from me. Mom's hands felt like magic as she worked, and I was like putty in her hands."Hello.. And perhaps the basis of her beauty was a smile that was so infectious, it just made you want to smile back.Sharon was my office manager, her skills on the computer and ten-key calculator were second to none. In fact in my 30 years in that business I had seen none better. She was polite, openly friendly but never flirtatious with the sales guys and most important, NO DRAMA. She had drama in her life, a husband that divorced her to run off with a woman from his job and a second husband that. I massage it slowly she must be wearing a thong or nothing at all as I can only feel her softness beneath her thin dress. I hear a faint moan from her as she moves slowly against me. I am intoxicated with her perfume now, breathing it in deeply my hand starts to bunch her skirt up slowly until my fingers feel soft flesh then my hand sneaks underneath exploring the lovely smooth expanse of skin, and no she is not wearing even a thong! My finger finds the crack of her ass and pulls the cheek. She was wearing a short dress and looked like it was painted on. She had to be at least 110-120lbs by the way the dress hugged her curves. She could also tell that this woman wasn’t wearing panties or a bra. She seemed that the woman had an average build. She wasn’t too athletic nor was she cursed with being fat. Just right in the middle. Her hair was brown and went down to the middle of her back. The woman’s eyes were a dark green color. And the way the woman was walking she was trying to.