Chapter 37: tits massage
[What do you think your doing Kenji? Don’t let her know you’re the one]
’Just play along with me. Make a powerful aphrodisiac oil.’
[Done.. it’s in your pocket]
’Thanks.’
"Yes ma’am your right, but Mr Kenji asked me to give you the best service."
"Aww that young man.. fine I’ll let you do your job." She said with a small smile.
"Don’t worry. Just trust me." I said with a reassuring smile as I guided her back down.
Now it’s time to begin.
I reached into my pocket and poured some of my special oil onto her back — it contained a powerful aphrodisiac that would easily put her in the mood — and I began working it into her skin, slowly moving closer to her inner thighs.
Soon the oil began taking its effect.
As I massaged between her thighs, I noticed the change.
She was starting to get wet, her body trembling slightly with each touch.
She struggled to hold back her moans - but she didn’t stop me.
"How long have you been doing this job for?" Anna whispered.
"It’s been exactly five years and I’m massaging a woman like yourself, so far has been the peak for my career." I said, making here feel proud and comfortable to my touch.
"Mmm.. is that so?! I like the sound of that." She giggled.
I became more confident, rubbing and squeezing her ass.
"Hhhhngg~" she let out a small moan.
"Are you okay?" I asked, feigning concern.
"Y-yes... it’s just.. you’re touching my ass," Anna shifted nervously.
"That’s because I need to help your body’s fluids flow properly." I said calmly.
My hands gripping her soft ass and spreading her cheeks apart.
"Arrgghh~" she gasped. The oil had fully kicked in. Her fluids was already dripping on the bed.
"I told you this treatment was special." I said as I stared at the edge of her soaked panties.
"I.. I don’t know.. this feels weird," she mumbled.
But she still didn’t move.
I smirked and rubbed a finger against her panties.
The jolt of sensation made her shiver.
"Look at how wet you are? Mrs. It means your body needs this too." I whispered, rubbing slowly.
My hands traveled underneath the lace, spreading her thick ass cheeks as I worked the oil in.
My fingers slid between them, teasing her puckered asshole and the slick entrance of her mature cunt.
"Mmmmph~ your hands are on—" she purred, hips moving against my fingers.
"Turn over for me." I commanded softly.
She flipped onto her back, eyes glazed with lust.
Her nipples were stiff peaks, chest heaving.
My focus shifted fully to her heavy, cougar breasts, pouring a thick stream of warm oil directly onto them.
"A-Are you going to... massage my boobs? Her words broke nervously.
"Yes.. It’s one of the best preventers of breast cancer." I answered.
The golden liquid pooled in the deep cleavage between her large DD cups before cascading down her sides.
My hands worked over them, fingers sinking into the warm, yielding flesh.
"Wait.. it kind of tickles. This isn’t normal." She whispered, hips rolling her hips.
’She’s okay with me rubbing her tits! God her tits feel so good playing with.’
My palms circled slowly, lifting and squeezing the heavy weight of each breast, thumbs deliberately dragging across her thick, dusty pink nipples.
The oil made everything slick and shiny. Her flesh was soft yet still firm underneath — mature, lived in softness that jiggled under pressure.
Anna’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened. She tried to keep her shoulders rigid, chest pulled back slightly as if trying to deny the sensation.
’Since she was getting comfortable with my tits massage. Time for the next level!’
I leaned in and brushed my lips off her nipple.
Anna’s gaze fell on me and I quickly retracted.
’Did his mouth just touch me? Maybe I didn’t see that well.’
"I’ve never been massaged like this before, but I’m not going to lie, this is way more soothing." She breathed. A small involuntary moan slipped out when I pinched both nipples between my thumb and forefinger and rolled them firmly.
Her body betrayed her — nipples hardening into stiff peaks, the soft skin of her areolas tightening under my touch.
"Sucking is also part of the technique of tits massage." I whispered, hands gliding around her chest.
"Ohh.. is that so?" She whispered brokenly. "Aren’t you going to far with my tits?"
"Yes.. it stops all forms of growing tumors in your breasts." I said, lowering my mouth.
I cupped her breasts and one flick of my tongue on her nipples.
She raised a hand to her mouth to stifle her moans.
"You don’t have to worry, I’m doing this for you... and whatever way you’re reacting and feeling to this treatment is natural."
Anna gasped sharply as my warm lips sealed around the sensitive peak.
I sucked hard,drawing the entire areola into my mouth, tongue swirling in slow, firm circles before flicking rapidly across the tip.
The wet, rhythmic suck-suck-suck sounds filled the room as I pulled strongly, cheeks hallowing.
"Ah—!, oh fuck.." she moaned, her back arching off the table. One hand flew to the back of my head, her fingers threading into my hair — not pushing me away, but holding me firmly in place.
"That’s... that’s my nipple... you’re sucking it so hard.."
I switched to her right breast, latching on just as greedily.
My tongue pressed flat against the underside or her nipples while I sucked with, long deep pulls, occasionally grazing it softly with my teeth.
Anna’s resistance was completely gone.
Her thighs parted wider, hips rolling involuntarily.
Soft, wet sounds came from between her legs as her pussy continued dripping onto the sheet.
"God, yes... suck them.. harder," she panted, voice husky and broken. "My husband never sucks my nipples like this... they feel so full.. so sensitive.. please don’t stop.."
With the way Anna gave in without totally being against my intimate touches, it left me with one conclusion, that women her age tend to have decreased intimate romance in their marriages.