Chapter 1874
The male attendant's hands rubbed Vanessa's foot, slowly sliding up her ankle to massage her long, slender legs wrapped in transparent stockings. His hands, dark against the smooth, pale silkiness of her legs, created a striking visual contrast. The man's slightly yellowed palms only made Vanessa's astonishingly white thighs stand out even more.
This feels amazing, he thought, as his hands greedily roamed over Vanessa's incredible legs, kneading and caressing. He was lost in the seductive sensation of her legs through the stockings. Vanessa's thighs trembled slightly under his touch, glistening under the light as if they were sculpted from the finest gemstones, dazzling and shining, catching the eyes of the men around.
Not far away, Audrey was speechless, watching as Vanessa leaned back on the sofa, eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face. Her long, shapely legs stretched out straight, taking up the entire table and then some.
"Mmm, that's nice, you're doing great. Keep it up, and I'll give you a tip," Vanessa said, her voice dripping with seduction. She writhed slightly, her long, straight legs tensing, her hips lifting. Perhaps it was because she hadn't been satisfied with Quentin earlier, and with Audrey watching, Vanessa's body was more sensitive than usual. The male attendant's touch on her semi-transparent black stockings sent waves of heat through her body. If Audrey hadn't been there, Vanessa might have already lost control and embraced the man for more.
But now, she could only endure the overwhelming pleasure surging through her, biting her lip and moaning softly. She felt the man's fingers moving over her stocking-clad thighs, each touch sending warmth through her tender skin, making it blush. Even beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.
Audrey, watching from the side, felt herself reacting too, unconsciously pressing her legs together, rubbing them against each other. She felt dampness between her thighs. She had been interrupted by Vanessa's voice earlier while masturbating, and now, seeing Vanessa enjoying the massage so much, her own desires were stirring again. She found herself envying Vanessa, wishing the attendant would massage her too. But Audrey quickly felt her thoughts were dangerous. Since Jason left, she hadn't allowed any man near her, let alone touched her. Her body was now so starved and sensitive that she couldn't resist any stimulation.
Suddenly, Audrey understood why Vanessa allowed a male masseur to massage her. His skilled hands showed he was professionally trained, and he had no improper intentions towards Vanessa. As for taking advantage, that was a mindset of seeing oneself as weak. In relationships, who benefits more isn't always clear. If a handsome young man is with an unattractive woman, people might think the woman is the one benefiting.
Audrey was lost in thought when her phone rang again. It was Oliver, asking about the office schedule. She had to step aside to explain patiently.
At that moment, Quentin walked in, seeing Vanessa being massaged by a young man. His face darkened with jealousy, but he didn't dare approach. He took out his phone and called Vanessa, saying, "I asked you to do something for me, and here you are enjoying yourself. Looks comfortable."
Vanessa, knowing Quentin was jealous, laughed and said, "I'm doing this for you. Everything takes time. Don't worry, I know what to do. Wait for my message." She hung up and asked the attendant to book two massage beds.
A while later, Audrey returned to the massage parlor. Vanessa smiled and said, "Audrey, the service here is great. I booked two beds. Let's go in, listen to some music, chat, and relax. What do you think?"
"But isn't it weird to have a guy massage us?" Audrey hesitated. She couldn't accept a man touching her body.
"Oh come on, don't think of them as men, they're just tools," Vanessa said with a playful glint in her eye. "Fine, I'll get you a female therapist. You're such a prude."
They walked into a private room with two massage beds, separated by a curtain, so they could chat. The room had a humidifier, spraying cool mist, making it very comfortable.
"This place is nice, right? Hurry up and change," Vanessa said, stripping off her clothes and putting on the massage outfit provided by the parlor. She was completely bare underneath, her breasts and vagina exposed.
Audrey, feeling too shy to be completely naked, only removed her dress, leaving her bra and panties on. Blushing, she put on the massage outfit and lay down on the bed as she chatted with Vanessa. After a while, a female therapist with long hair and a pink uniform, wearing a mask, entered the room. Audrey didn't pay much attention at first, allowing the therapist to begin massaging her smooth, white legs. She felt the firm pressure of the therapist's hands and thought that these professionals must be well-trained, as their strength almost matched that of men.
But the therapist's eyes gleamed with a hint of satisfaction, staring intently at Audrey's firm buttocks under the massage outfit. Soon, a bulge formed under the uniform—the therapist was actually Quentin in disguise.
Quentin had received Vanessa's text and sneaked into the massage parlor, stealing a female therapist's uniform to enter the room unnoticed.
He lowered his head to closely observe the woman lying on the massage bed. Audrey lay quietly, the warm light casting a glow on her delicate body, making her look even more enchanting and elegant.
Audrey's hands rested at her sides, her chest pressed against the bed, most of her breasts exposed and rising and falling with her breath. The thin fabric of her bra couldn't hide their allure, with beads of sweat glistening in her deep cleavage, making the sight even more captivating. The massage outfit clung tightly to Audrey's ample buttocks, outlining her seductive curves. Through the gap in the outfit, even her vagina was visible.
At that moment, Audrey's legs were tightly pressed together, rubbing slightly, her smooth skin shining seductively. The tightness around her thighs revealed the shape of her private parts, the camel toe barely hidden, tempting anyone to pull off her panties and explore the mystery beneath.
What was even more enticing were Audrey's perfect legs, with a flawless ratio of thigh to calf. Her thighs were round and firm, full of strength yet delicate, her calves straight like compasses, white as jade. Her small, exquisite feet were something any man would want to hold and caress. Now, these incredible legs were laid out before Quentin, free for him to admire and even play with.
Quentin was mesmerized by Audrey's breathtaking beauty and fiery body, swallowing hard as he felt a growing heat inside him. Audrey's body was so sexy that his dick felt like a burning rod, radiating heat towards her. Audrey, not knowing why, felt unusually hot today. The massage only intensified her itching, making her even wetter.
"Be gentle," Audrey couldn't help but say.
Quentin stayed silent, afraid his voice would give him away. He lightened his touch, massaging Audrey's tender, round thighs, moving upwards slowly. Audrey's thighs felt smooth and firm, so elastic that he couldn't get enough.
He continued to massage her thighs diligently, savoring the silky, soft sensation. He knew Audrey had many sensitive spots on her body—besides her nipples, private parts, the soles of her feet, earlobes, and the inner thighs were all sensitive areas. Most women would be overwhelmed after a few touches, seeking more. But he guessed a woman like Audrey wouldn't be so easily swayed.
Audrey moaned softly as her legs tingled with pleasure from the massage. Thankfully, it was a female therapist behind her, or she would have been mortified.
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