by: smarty

This is my first journal entry, and I just wanted to share this experience with someone. 

So anyway - I decided to color my hair today (the hair on my head of course, since that's the only place I've got it), and I made a big mess on my shirt, my back, and my chest.   

I have a little business that I operate out of my home and a few weeks ago it got so busy I had to hire an assistant to help me out with shipping and things.  Anyway, I asked my assistant if he would help me out with this problem with the hair dye.  I got a warm wet cloth, and let him get to work.  He started on my neck, which felt very good - that's one of my "spots."

I had on a shirt but the dye had gotten on, and under, it all down my back and front so he started to strech the collar to get some of the stuff off my back.  I really couldn't reach back there, could I?  I thought I might be able to save the shirt if I washed the dye out real quick and I didn't want the collar all streached out of shape so I just turned my back and slipped it off.
 

I was trying not let him see how hot I getting, since I want do my best to keep our relationship stictly business.  But when he started on my back, Well, sexual or not, a good back massage is something I love.
 

He got the cloth hot again from the kitchen sink and then started to wipe the fron of neck again and then he moved to the top of my chest.  As he slowly wiped the hair die from my chest, trying to be respectful, I was getting hotter, and hotter.

Before I knew it, I was getting wet in other places too.  That's when I had to become a little aggressive.  I wanted to feel that warm cloth on my tiny little tits, and especially on those perky ass nipples.  I grabbed his hand, and directed it, along with warm cloth directly to my breasts.  I think by now he had gotten the idea.  He massaged my tits hard, sneaking a nipple pinch every now and then.

When my body was finally free of the accidental excess hair dye, I thanked him very much for his assistance, explained that I would be taking a short break, and without getting dressed, excused myself to my bedroom while he went into the bathroom, not the kitchen this time, to wash his hands and rinse out the cloth. 

Although I bet he would have offered further help, I didn't ask.  As I said before, I try to keep our relationship strictly business - and as we all know - there are a few things that are just as fun to do alone!!!  Maybe one day I'll tell you all about that short break I took in the bedroom!