Rubbing Back When Hugging Novels & Stories

I embraced his head and let him lean on me. “T-talk to me, please!” I pleaded to him. He held my hand and turned to me. He suddenly held my head to his chest and rubbed my back. I couldn’t understand what he was doing and I was trying to push him away because I might hurt him. “You came back for me,” he softly said. I closed my eyes and breathed. I hugged him back lightly and placed my hands on the back of his shoulder. This isn’t the first time that we got attacked, but this was the first time we got attacked with Gabriella.

We hugged each other for a minute or two, when he slowly pulled back. "Feeling better?" I asked with a raised brows. "Hmm." "Hugging each other always reduces stress, it makes your body feel better. It's a psychological fact." I flipped my hair in pride. "I'm so intelligent with high IQ power." I giggled. As he sighed and shook his head with a small smile curling up his lips. "You should smile often, you look good when you smile." I said with a smile while he pursed his lips to hide his smile.

He went completely stiff. "Physical contact is. Difficult for me. I don't. This is uncomfortable." I didn't let go. Just squeezed a little tighter. "I know. But I missed you. And I needed one." His hand came up. Patted my back. Once. Twice. Mechanical. Awkward. "There. Hug completed. Emotional support provided. Can we. Stop now?" I laughed. Pulled back. "Yes. Hug completed." He relaxed immediately. Straightened his clipboard. "Good. Hugs are uncomfortable. But you looked like you needed it. So I. Tolerated."

“I know it is a hug. Why?” “Because that’s what we do here.” I gave a bright smile which he didn't replicate. I doubt he knew how to do that. “In Russia, we don’t do hugs,” he said flatly. "Really?" I raised a brow while tightening my grip. "Then what do you do?" “We do slaps on the back. Fist bumps. Handshakes. But not hugs.” I smiled up at him. “Well, here, we do hugs. Lots of them.”

He said with a hint of amusement, still trying to warm up my hand in his. I looked at him unamused and he looked away smiling. He grabbed my other hand, rubbing the back of my hands with his thumbs. He often did it. I was completely focused on his thumbs, that were moving in circular motion, making me feel warm. He left my hands for a second and pulled off his jacket.

I get angry easily and it makes me take rash decisions. "Baby", I rub my hands on her body, pulling her to myself in an embrace. She didn't want to hug me but I succeeded in pulling her to me. I rub her back to calm her nerves and when I am sure she is a bit calm, I pull away and peck her forehead.

She pushes her face into my chest as if trying to hide away – but not from me…from someone in particular. I try to pull her away gently away from my chest , but this makes her lowly screech and lunge her head to my chest again. It as if she finds comfort being this close to me. Instead of pulling her away , I change my tact tics and try rubbing her back in a soothing manner. This seems to work as I feel her back muscles begin to loosen up a bit. She relaxes in my arms ,however she is still a crying mess.

We kept dancing for a while holding each other's waist. After some time, I placed my hands on his shoulder and then rubbed his neck gently with my fingers. He only smiled and kept holding my waist. It was then I took a step and hugged him, and he hugged me back. I felt happy in his arms. My boobs are pressed against him purposefully when I hugged him. His hand moved down to my round butts and he grabbed it gently. I hugged him tightly, indicating not to stop. It was extremely exciting too because we were in public and we were so intimate. He pressed my butt. We kept hugging tightly and pressing our assets against each other's bodies.

He hugged me from the back for about few minutes. When our breathing became normal he went to his desk to get some wet wipes again and cleaned me. He wiped my back, ass and my pussy. Even he himself had some when he hugged me earlier. When he is done cleaning, he suddenly hugged me again. This time facing me. Omyghad! I exclaimed to myself. His body feels hot and his erection is poking me. My chest was glued to his chest. He buried his face in my neck.