"Sister Yu, now that I’ve finished the back, should I also massage the front?"
I took a deep breath, summoned courage, and spoke.
For a long time, she didn’t make a sound, remained quiet, neither refusing nor agreeing.
My heart was in my throat, and that’s when she spoke.
"You... you turn around first."
I responded, then turned around.
Behind me came the sound of gentle rustling; when I turned back, I saw she had already used two bath towels to cover herself, one on the top and one on the bottom.
She glanced at me shyly and turned her face away.
I stared wide-eyed at her flat little belly and the mountain-like rises and falls of her ridges and peaks; it was truly too tempting.
Even though covered by a bath towel, I could vaguely see two cherry points.
Taking a deep breath, I finally managed to restrain my restless heart, reaching out to place my hands on her slender waist and began to gently knead.
Unable to hold back, she began to hum and moan, her beautiful eyes slightly squinting, her red lips slightly parted, clearly a look of desire ignited.
"Mm, good, that’s the spot, harder, a bit harder, it’s really too comfortable."
"Xiao Xu, you massage Man Hongying too, right? Is there anything you’re holding back?"
She murmured with her eyes closed.
At this moment, my gaze had already fixed on the beautiful form on her chest, unable to resist wanting to reach out and touch.
Just a touch, just one.
At the time, my head was filled with this thought, as if I was going crazy.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back; through the edge of the bath towel, I bravely reached out gently to touch the soft edges.
"Alright, let’s stop the massage here; don’t continue,"
Yet suddenly, she reached out to stop me, her eyes somewhat panicked, and a little shy.
"Sister Yu, but massaging here is beneficial for you; it can effectively prevent some breast diseases."
I was somewhat reluctant, then spoke earnestly.
"What you’re saying is correct, it’s just..."
Wen Xiangyu bit her red lip, her face full of hesitation.
Obviously, she wanted me to continue, but the mental barrier was too much to overcome.
No matter how noble a woman, it turns out they can feel shy.
It’s precisely this that made her more womanly.
"Keep massaging here, Xiao Xu, a bit harder, yes, , mm, mm..."
Soon, under my hands constantly moving, she was left only with sounds of enjoyment.
She wouldn’t let me do it, and I dared not either.
So, I could only stay at this level, making her feel comfortable.
Suddenly, her voice rose sharply, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her face filled with an expression of comfort.
That youthful white body trembled constantly on the bed, even reaching out a hand to grab my arm.
After a while, her arched body slowly settled down, lying there, panting heavily.
"Sister Yu, is your body really so sensitive?" I was stunned, somewhat surprised.
Logically speaking, such a woman shouldn’t feel this way so quickly.
Moreover, I hadn’t yet touched her sensitive areas.
And Wen Xiangyu, a woman with status, money, and beauty, certainly wasn’t lacking for men.
Could her body be this sensitive?
Wen Xiangyu blushed deeply looking at me, seemingly wanting to speak but hesitating.
Stammering for a while, she finally said, "Don’t laugh, but actually, I haven’t been intimate with a man for a long time. Usually, I don’t want to, but somehow, after your massage, I just... couldn’t control myself."
I responded with an "oh," feeling a bit stirred inside.
What she meant was that my massage made her feel comfortable, right? Didn’t it mean she craved to be with me?
Panting heavily, my courage swelled considerably.
"Sister Yu, why don’t you remove these bath towels; it’ll be even more comfortable that way."
I whispered, once one tastes sweetness, one wants more.