The Massage Begins
"Let me know if it's too hot."
"Okay."
The owner approached Suhee with both palms gleaming, slicked in so much oil they shone. He exhaled softly beside her prone form, then began to press gently into the trapezius muscles crowning both her shoulders.
A firm, sinking pressure.
"Mmm."
"Does that hurt?"
"No. It feels good."
"How's the oil temperature?"
"Ah... that's just right."
The oil was a touch stiff, just as she'd said — but nothing so trivial was going to wilt the erection already stirring in the owner's pants. If anything, feeling her body firsthand — how springy, how yielding that flesh was under his own hands — only wound him tighter.
"Mmm..."
And then there was Suhee's low moan. It wasn't the fevered sound she made during sex, but depending on the listener, it could be taken as plenty suggestive. His fingers glided over her round, pale shoulders, riding the sheen of oil. Savoring every reaction that bloomed each time he pressed into that springy skin, he found the work somehow less tiring than usual. He worked the spots that drew the richest sounds from her, pressing again and again as if he were playing an instrument.
"Ahh..."
"Tell me if it gets too much."
"It feels so good... haah... right there. Nnh."
That strangely sultry voice only fired him up further, and he put real strength into his hands. Ordinarily he wouldn't even work a client himself unless it was a special booking, let alone put this much effort into it — but he had to melt Suhee down somehow, so he had no choice but to give it everything. He pressed slowly, like acupressure, until the tension in her trapezius finally went slack.
Honestly speaking, the upper trapezius wasn't a particularly sexual area. He'd worked on countless clients over the years; there wasn't a part of the body he hadn't massaged. Watching her flesh yield beneath his thumbs, he found himself realizing all over again that even a place like this could get him this worked up. Her oil-slicked skin trembled under his touch. And those languid, suggestive moans of hers.
"Nnh... ah... ahh..."
Suhee was making those sounds because it genuinely felt good — but they were more than enough to keep the owner aroused. Unlike him, she simply luxuriated in the massage at her leisure. The well-judged pressure of his hands, the warmth of the oil, the silky glide of it — all of it worked the stiffness from her shoulders just right. It was true she'd tensed a little when his hands first touched her, but she soon surrendered to his touch and melted into a drowsy, liquid ease.
"You're quite tight."
"Mmm... I've been overdoing it lately..."
Her voice sounded almost sleepy. The owner let his gaze travel down her body once more. Every time he increased the pressure, that slender waist twitched — and the sight of it made him want to climb on top of her right then and there and work his hips until he was spent. His cock was already fully hard. Even in reasonably tight pants, it strained forward with everything it had.
Having loosened her shoulders to a reasonable degree, he shifted his attention to the nape of her neck. His erection hovered so close it nearly brushed her body — but Suhee still had no idea. Her hair was gathered up, though a few stray strands still clung to the nape. He swept them aside and began to knead again. His hands climbed with firm pressure along both sides, slathering on more oil as they worked the knotted muscle loose.
"Nnh."
"I imagine you've been getting headaches too."
"Mmm... ah..."
When he lifted his hands from her shoulders, they filled his vision all the more. Skin gleaming with oil. How could anyone's skin be this white? The places he'd pressed were faintly flushed, but already fading back to their original color. That pale, tender flesh shining with oil looked all the more appetizing. And below that, the way her upper body lifted slightly off the table, buoyed by the heavy weight of her breasts...
This is getting hard to take.
The line from her waist down into her ass, especially, was something else. He hadn't bothered covering her with a towel on purpose, and he congratulated himself on that decision. Those long, taut legs stretching out below, and her pretty feet. She hadn't even gotten a pedicure, and still the lines of her were sculptural. If it were up to him, he'd move the massage lower right now. Those sleek legs — or at the very least, her back.
"Ah... that really feels amazing."
But it was still too soon. Today he wouldn't rush. He'd take his time and do this properly. This was about raising the goose that laid the golden eggs.
He pressed firmly along the back and sides of her neck, then let his hands drift down toward her collarbones. Just a little further and he'd reach her breasts in no time. Suhee flinched, but she didn't stop him. His touch was a little tacky with oil, but it felt genuinely wonderful. Not sexually — it was the sensation of knotted muscle coming undone, so pleasant she was half-asleep. And a man who'd been doing this as long as the owner had could hardly fail to notice.
"How is it? Feeling better?"
"Ah... it's so good."
A smile spread across the owner's face at the satisfied sound of her voice. This was the moment to put her completely at ease. Resisting the urge to reach lower too soon, he fetched a large towel he'd kept warm and draped it over her from the waist down.
"Alright, let me work on your back as well."
"Ah, okay."
Perhaps it was because he'd covered her lower half with the towel. Suhee relaxed a little too. His hands pressed gently into her back. Feeling the curves of her figure through the thin massage dress, he swallowed hard — but the soft music filling the room kept Suhee from hearing it.
He shifted to her side and laid both hands over her shoulder blades. The dress was in the way, but he didn't take it off. Not yet. Carefully. Slowly. Whatever else, that much. As his oil-slicked hands began working over her back, a series of pops and cracks accompanied the thin fabric growing steadily darker.
"Haah... ah, nngh..."
The bright, satisfying sounds of bones shifting back into place rang through the room. And with every pop, the comfort Suhee felt only deepened.
"Haah..."
Just this morning her body had felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. She'd even turned down sex — something she loved — to come here and work the tension out, and honestly, she already felt completely loosened up. She surrendered her back to his hands for a long while, until the popping faded and only a pleasant, rolling stimulation remained.
I'm going to lose my mind.
But for the owner, the longer this went on, the harder it became to hold back. It wasn't just that he was hard — he was pretty sure pre-cum was leaking out of him. He could feel his underwear growing damp, a clammy discomfort that paled beside the lust boiling up inside him. The more he kneaded her back with those oiled hands, the faster the thin massage dress soaked through. And the wetter it got, the more distinctly her curves registered under his fingertips, the more vividly her lines showed through.
This time the swallow was a little too loud. The music had dipped at just the wrong moment. He'd been trying to keep it together, but once you become aware of swallowing, there's no holding it back. Especially the moment he saw the crushed outline of her breasts through the oil-soaked fabric plastered against her prone body. Even through the cloth, he could feel that heavy, substantial weight. If he grabbed those with both hands and worked them over, it would be incredible. And those low moans of hers would turn even more sultry, even more viscous.
He pressed firmly up along her waist and stole a glance at her face.
"I'm going to pull this down a little. I need to see the bones and muscle."
"Ah, okay."
Lying there on her stomach, Suhee knew exactly what he was after — but she decided to play along and pretend she didn't. She'd heard him swallow, loud and obvious. His intentions weren't exactly a mystery. Still, thanks to how thoroughly he'd worked her over, her body really had loosened up a great deal. Besides, if he'd been going to make a move, she figured he would have started already. He was taking longer than she'd expected. This was the same man who used to just shove it in without any preamble.
"Alright, just a moment."
The thin massage dress, which had been cinched against her body by its elastic from below the shoulder blades, began to slide slowly downward. She felt the stretchy band catch on the upper swell of her breasts, then press slowly down. The owner's breathing, already growing a little ragged, reached her ear — and something in Suhee stirred as well.
"Just a little..."
"Ah."
Drowsy from the music in her ears, the owner's voice, and the delicious massage, Suhee lifted her upper body just slightly. Freed from the pressure of the table, her heavy breasts swayed a little. It was a small movement, but the owner, standing right beside her, didn't miss a thing. And then the thin massage dress, sliding slowly down over those heavy, beautiful breasts, following wherever he led it. This moment, for him, was unbearably sweet. Utterly blissful.
A soft snap.
"Hngh."
The elastic band sliding down over her breasts caught on her nipples. They weren't stiff yet — the blood hadn't rushed there — but they were still her most sensitive spot, and even that small stimulus made them react. He regretted not being able to see the elastic snap against her nipples, given how she was lying, but her reaction alone was enough to satisfy him for now. He was essentially undressing her, and she hadn't refused. She'd followed his lead.
Another snap.
"Ahn."
Both nipples dragged sideways as they caught, then sprang free of the elastic line. They weren't stiff enough to stay caught, so they slipped aside — but that was all it took. From that moment, Suhee began to get aroused. The massage dress had been pulled down, and even though she couldn't see it herself, lying on her stomach, it was unmistakable: her breasts were out.
"I'm going to apply some oil."
Before Suhee could even answer, the owner drizzled warm oil across her bare, snow-white back. She felt the pleasantly scented, warm oil pattering here and there across her skin, and immediately his thick-knuckled hands began to work her over. Even so, there was still real strength in his grip. His technique was still closer to the essence of massage than to anything lewd.
A firm, sinking press.
"Nngh..."
But even that kind of touch meant something now, to a Suhee whose switch had been flipped.
"Haah..."
The bare body he'd only been able to feel through cloth — just her back, granted — was finally his to knead freely. The owner grinned.