Rob couldn't help but pace around his small apartment, his nerves eating away at him. Tonight was the night that Ivy was finally coming over, and he couldn't believe it. He had been nagging her for weeks about her muscles, about how strong and powerful they were, and finally, she had agreed to come over.
He had spent all day preparing for her arrival, cleaning every inch of his apartment and setting out a special bottle of oil that he had been saving for just this occasion. He had always been fascinated by strong, powerful women, and Ivy was the epitome of that.
Just as he was starting to think that she might have stood him up, there was a knock on the door. Rob took a deep breath and walked over to answer it, his heart pounding in his chest.
When he opened the door, there she was, Ivy, standing in the hallway with a smirk on her face. She was wearing a tight-fitting tank top and shorts, and her muscular arms were on full display. Rob couldn't help but stare.
"Like what you see, Rob?" Ivy asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Rob stuttered out a response, his face turning red. Ivy chuckled and walked past him into the apartment.
"Have a seat," Rob said, gesturing towards the couch. Ivy obliged, and Rob quickly went to the kitchen to fetch the bottle of oil.
When he returned, Ivy was watching him with amusement. "You really are obsessed, aren't you?" she said.
Rob nodded, unable to speak. He timidly reached out and touched the oil to Ivy's arm, tracing the lines of her muscles. Ivy tensed up at the touch, a small smile playing on her lips.
"You better not waste that oil, Rob," she said.
Rob took the hint and began to massage Ivy's arms, working the oil into her muscles. Ivy closed her eyes and let out a content sigh. Rob's hands wandered to Ivy's shoulders, and she playfully swatted him away.
"Not yet, Romeo. You have to earn that privilege," she said.
Rob's face fell, but Ivy quickly relented. "Fine, you can do my shoulders. But no further."
Rob eagerly began to massage Ivy's shoulders, his hands working out the knots and tension. Ivy leaned back into the couch, enjoying the attention.
Rob's hands slipped down to Ivy's back, and she tensed up again. "I said no further, Rob," she said, her voice stern.
Rob quickly pulled his hands away, apologizing profusely. Ivy couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.
The rest of the session went smoothly, with Rob worshipping Ivy's muscles in a respectful manner. As Ivy left the apartment, she turned to Rob and said, "You're not so bad, Rob. Maybe we can do this again sometime."
Rob couldn't believe his ears, and he watched as Ivy walked down the hallway with a spring in her step. He couldn't wait for their next session.
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