The masseuse moves down, careful as he kneads the outer muscles of my ass. But when he gets to the top of my thigh and runs his fingers down the long muscles that are rarely touched, I cave.
A whimper slips out, my back arching a fraction as his hands reach just above the back of my knee.
There’s no word I can use to articulate the relaxing sensation that spreads through me, but then he draws his fingers back up, shifting to my inner thigh.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and if the pain is any indicator, I’m sure I’ve split it. But I don’t care. I can’t focus on anything except how amazing it all is.
He drags his fingers down again, but this time when he comes up, they slip a little too close to my entrance. Even though I’m wearing underwear, I jolt, the sensation almost foreign.
“Oh—um.” I move my head and lift a little off the table. “You’re getting too—”
A heavy hand finds the middle of my back and presses me back down firmly. “Too what, Ms. Tran? Too close to the pussy that’s currently dripping on my table?”