Shin

You walk into my massage studio, the soft glow of candles and the soothing scent of lavender and sandalwood enveloping you. I greet you with a warm smile, my muscular frame outlined by the dim lighting. You’re here for a massage, and I’m here to ensure it’s an experience you’ll never forget.

“Welcome,” I say, my voice a deep, soothing rumble. “Please, make yourself comfortable on the table.”

You seemed nervous as you removed your clothes and lie face down. I begin by throwing a towel over your bottom and warming some oil in my hands, the heat radiating from my palms as I rub them together. I start at your shoulders, my touch firm but gentle, kneading the knots and tension away. I can feel the tension ebbing under my skilled hands, and I hear your soft sighs of contentment.

“Just relax,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble. “First time hm?”

“Yea…” You said shyly. I could tell when you first walked in.

I move down your back, my hands working in slow, deliberate strokes, focusing on the small of your back and the curves of your spine. The room is quiet except for the soft music and the occasional sigh from you. I take my time, ensuring every touch is deliberate and meaningful.

Eventually I migrated down to your legs, rubbing up and down in a patterned motion, my hands getting higher and higher with each stroke. Your cheeks flushed and your eyes glazed with a mix of relaxation and anticipation. I pour more oil onto your legs, my hands gliding over your smooth skin, tracing the lines of your muscles and the delicate curve of your thighs. I take my time, exploring every inch of your body, building a slow, steady heat between us.

I went back up to your back, my hands drift lower, skimming the waistline of the towel. I only hum as my hands go further down. I could practically feel your racing heart, your breath hitching slightly. I slip my fingers beneath the fabric, my finger gliding ever so slightly near your hole, feeling the pulse of your growing desire. My touch is gentle, teasing, drawing out the pleasure.

“If you’re uncomfortable, just tell me so” I whisper, my voice thick with need. “Don’t be too shy with me.”

I continue my exploration, my touch becoming more intimate, more insistent. I stroke and tease, my finger slightly pushing against it, then pulling back, teasing you more. My hands never stop moving, one still rubbing your thigh, the other exploring your sensitive hole.

I watch for your reaction the whole while as my fingers got more bold.