Zhang Lin's First Beauty Massage
Chu Fei paid no attention to her expression. He was meticulously following his own procedure—this was his first time giving a real client a massage service, after all.
His fingers first glided along Zhang Lin's smooth back all the way to the base, finally completing the back-opening step. Her body gradually softened, but then Chu Fei pressed one hand on her shoulder while gripping her neck with the other. After a few gentle squeezes, his fingers suddenly curved and pressed down along her spine. Zhang Lin let out a soft cry, a wave of numbness and heat surging through her entire body.
And that was just the beginning. Though Zhang Lin's figure was a bit plump, her waist was still quite slim. Chu Fei was tall, with even larger hands; when he reached her waist, his palms nearly enveloped it entirely with a simple clasp. She immediately began panting oddly, her face flushing crimson. He Shishi, standing nearby, stifled a giggle. Having been through it herself, she knew exactly what Zhang Lin was feeling right now. Just thinking about it made her own core grow wet.
Chu Fei, of course, ignored what his cousin might be thinking. He focused solely on massaging the prone housewife—this was his "first shot," and he had to make it count to build his reputation in one go. Besides, she was clearly a local; she had to have her own social circle. Get the first one, and the business would roll in naturally.
So Chu Fei threw himself wholeheartedly into the massage for Zhang Lin, unleashing every bit of skill he had. She cracked her eyes open several times to sneak peeks at him, only to find his face serious and earnest, no trace of lust whatsoever. Combined with the sweat beading on his forehead from the effort, her defenses melted away even further.
He's just seriously helping me slim down...
With that thought, Zhang Lin fully relaxed her body, her mind sinking into the massage. But that only made her feel his palms like they possessed some magical power, ceaselessly drawing and nibbling at her flesh, delivering unprecedented pleasure. Especially when he touched her sensitive spots—Zhang Lin finally couldn't hold back a cry, her body trembling lightly as a flood of honey gushed uncontrollably from between her thighs.
Clearly, Zhang Lin was thoroughly aroused.
But Chu Fei was massaging her legs now, those massive hands kneading, pinching, rubbing, pressing, pushing, and manipulating the smoothest parts of her inner thighs in every way imaginable.
Yet he deliberately avoided her private area. Zhang Lin went from tense restraint to soft whimpers, and now she was instinctively writhing and arching her hips, trying to tempt him into invading her peach blossom source. But Chu Fei just glanced at her. "Shishi, help Zhang Jie take off her panties."
"Ah? N-no... that's not necessary!"
She said that, but deep down, Zhang Lin had no objections anymore. She knew she had no secrets left—that skimpy thong hid nothing anyway. But women always had to put on a show of modesty.
"Zhang Jie, I'm just worried the lubricant will stain your panties. That stuff's a pain to wash out, and yours look so sexy and high-end—would be a shame to ruin them."
"Oh, alright then!"
Give a woman a reason or excuse, and she could justify anything to herself, even if she knew it was just offhand flattery.
Zhang Lin proactively lifted her hips so He Shishi could slip off her panties, and the massage resumed. Now, with the last barrier gone, she let loose completely. She even slowly spread her legs, hoping his hands would more easily slide into the flooded depths at the top of her thighs.
But Chu Fei had moved on to her calves, working all the way down to her feet. Only then did he come over and pat her ass. "Zhang Jie, turn over."
"You little pervert..." Zhang Lin shot him a coquettish glare but obediently flipped onto her back. Only then did Chu Fei realize her breasts were enormous—not just big, but they'd lost their elasticity long ago, so they didn't look all that appealing. And as she turned, he spotted a long, deep scar across her protruding belly.
"Whoa, Zhang Jie, you've already had a kid?"
"Yeah, I pigged out during pregnancy, and after the baby, my figure never bounced back. My deadbeat husband just gave up on me completely." Zhang Lin sighed bitterly, clearly harboring a grudge.
"Zhang Jie, you need more confidence in yourself." Chu Fei chuckled lightly, then reached out and grasped the soft mound on her chest.
"Mm... what are you... ah... that tickles!"
Zhang Lin jumped at first from the sudden move—she hadn't expected him to go straight for the goods. But her surprise quickly turned to moans.