Chapter 1100 Massage
Audrey arrived at the beauty salon, presenting her membership card at the front desk and mentioning Natalie's name. A white-uniformed attendant led her to a room where she found Natalie lying face down on a massage bed, her fair back exposed, while a masseuse beside her was administering an aromatherapy spa treatment. The air was filled with the delightful aroma of essential oils, inducing a sense of pleasure and relaxation.
"Mrs. Johnson, it's lovely to see you." With closed eyes, Natalie, immersed in the bliss of the massage, heard footsteps and, as she opened her eyes, greeted Audrey with a gentle smile. "Please wait for me a moment. Why not indulge in a spa treatment as well? Our aromatherapy spa here is truly delightful. Give it a try."
"No, thank you. I don't need that," Audrey instinctively shook her head. Being undressed in front of others, even women, made her uneasy. Back when she was in college, every time she went to the communal baths, her large and conspicuous bust would draw unwanted attention, whispers, and gossip from her peers, leaving her embarrassed. Consequently, she had to wait for a time when the place was less crowded to shower. Even in her dormitory, she rarely exposed her body to her roommates, fearing judgment and social exclusion based on unfounded assumptions of being flirtatious.
The attendant beside her smiled and added, "Dear, indulging in an aromatherapy spa treatment offers numerous benefits. By targeting specific pressure points, the oils penetrate the skin, clearing the lymphatic system, eliminating toxins, breaking down fats for a firmer skin texture, restoring youthful resilience, regulating sebum production to maintain pH balance, staving off premature skin aging. Furthermore, chest massages enhance firmness, fullness, and youthfulness of the breasts, stimulating secondary breast development, improving blood circulation, and preventing breast-related ailments. Our essential oils are all-natural extracts without any adverse effects on the body. With over a decade in operation, our salon has maintained a stellar reputation, and our masseuses are professionally trained. I encourage you to experience it."
The attendant's eloquence was impressive, each word striking a chord with Audrey. Her breasts occasionally developed small lumps, sparking concerns of tumors, leading her to self-administer massages. Unwilling to seek medical help and wary of Kevin's clumsy attempts at massaging, which inadvertently increased her cup size, she considered the potential effectiveness of aromatherapy massages.
Observing Audrey's hesitation, the attendant promptly called over another masseuse, and with an available bed nearby, a curtain was drawn to create a secluded space for privacy.
"Lady, kindly remove your garments. We provide special massage attire here, all thoroughly disinfected for your peace of mind," the masseuse remarked with a gentle smile.
Bracing herself, Audrey blushed as she shed her dress, revealing only a black brassiere hugging her smooth, fair back. Her ample, perky breasts filled the bra cups snugly, displaying a deep cleavage, captivating in its allure. Clad in a pink thong accentuating her shapely buttocks and slender, porcelain-like legs, she exuded a captivating grace.
The masseuse, awestruck by Audrey's impressive physique, couldn't help but admire, "Madam, your figure is truly remarkable. You must be a professional model."
Embarrassed, Audrey clarified, "I am a high school teacher, not a model."
"It explains your elegance; you truly stand out among us common folk," the masseuse handed Audrey the necessary massage attire. Observing her generously endowed bust, the masseuse curiously remarked, "Do you wear an E-cup? I have never seen breasts this size before."
Blushing, Audrey nodded, refraining from mentioning she actually wore a G-cup. Donning the massage attire as directed, she positioned herself on the massage bed as instructed by the masseuse. With skillful hands, the masseuse began with a warm towel rub on Audrey's back, followed by an application of essential oils and a gentle massage, eliciting soothing sensations throughout her body. The experience exceeded expectations, surpassing Kevin's amateur efforts, leaving Audrey in a state of cozy relaxation, almost lulling her into slumber.
"Mrs. Johnson, the tension in your shoulders and lower back suggests prolonged sitting—consider regular visits to our establishment for adjustments. Ask for me directly by referring to my employee number, 35...," the murmuring voice of the masseuse was remarkably soothing.
"I will certainly consider that," Audrey acknowledged. Impressed by the masseuse's technique, she felt a warm, tingling sensation spreading through her body, a feeling of unified circulation, particularly pleasurable when the masseuse's fingers reached her lower back, inducing a delightful yet ethereal sensation akin to climax, nearly triggering a moan as her mind drifted, feeling on the verge of a profound departure of body and soul.
Upon completing the back massage, beads of sweat had formed on Audrey's forehead, rendering her limbs limp and incapable of movement. Noting her state, the masseuse instructed Audrey to rest for ten minutes before proceeding to the chest massage.
Blushing, Audrey turned around, reclining on the massage bed, gradually removing the attire to reveal her full, rounded breasts. Her prominent bust, resilient against gravity, showcased perfect teardrop contours—deep red areolas, pink nipples, and milky-white skin, forming a breathtaking tableau.
Even the masseuse, momentarily awestruck, gushed, "Mrs. Johnson, your breast shape is truly exquisite, perhaps the most beautiful I've ever seen. You are truly fortunate to possess such a marvelous bust; do cherish and protect it."
"Really?" Audrey's cheeks tinted slightly red, somewhat bashful. Since her breast development, she had heard only disparaging remarks, leaving her with a sense of self-doubt and helplessness. Notably, her husband's compliments and Kevin's inappropriate behavior had further exacerbated her insecurities. Accustomed to negative associations with her large bust, she was genuinely moved by the sincere praise—a departure from the derogatory comments she had grown accustomed to. Empathizing with her emotional journey, she couldn't help but feel a modicum of relief and gratitude for the brief respite from the unkind judgments and unsolicited attention her physique often attracted.
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