Chapter 221
A bunch of people came over, inviting Lillian, Kelsey, and Mya.
But Lillian? No way she'd agree!
I had to make sure Lillian, Kelsey, and Mya stayed safe.
The evening sun was gentle, so we found a quiet spot. Lillian, Kelsey, and Mya laid out on a cloth. Lillian asked, "John, can you help me with some essential oil?"
I was all in and quickly went over to help her.
Lillian's skin was incredible—smooth and super elastic.
When I finished, Kelsey chimed in, "John, I want some too!"
"On my way!"
I walked over to Kelsey. She unfastened her clasp and lay down. From my angle, I couldn't help but notice her ample chest.
I swallowed hard and started applying the oil. My hands slipped a bit because of the oil—totally plausible, right?
Kelsey let out soft moans, making Mya blush. "Kelsey, it's just oil. Don't moan."
Kelsey grinned, "John's really good at this."
Her comment got me pretty worked up. If it weren't for all the people around, I'd definitely go further with Kelsey.
"You're so dirty," Mya said, covering her face, super shy.
"Seriously, Mya, you should try it. John's amazing."
Kelsey wasn't shy around me anymore.
I wondered if Kelsey would actually go all the way in front of Mya and Lillian.
As Kelsey kept talking more provocatively, I realized she might really want to.
Whenever Kelsey was with me, she seemed like a different person. I pretended to be a massage therapist. "You said your back was sore from the car ride. Let me give you a massage!"
"Okay, thanks, John!" Kelsey got the hint, turning to look at me, panting.
Kelsey gripped the edge of the beach cloth tightly.
I knew the more I teased her, the more she liked it.
Luckily, Lillian was resting with earplugs in; otherwise, I wouldn't have dared.
As for Mya, I was teasing her on purpose to see her reaction.
Thankfully, the bikini material hid Kelsey's unusual behavior, but I knew the scent of her climax well.
Kelsey let go, breathing heavily, her body relaxing. She had climaxed again.
"John, can you fasten my bikini? I don't have the strength," Kelsey whispered.
I was happy to help, fastening her bikini to keep her covered.
Then I turned to Mya. "Mya, need some oil?"
"No, I'll let Kelsey help," Mya said.
Kelsey replied, "Mya, let John help. His massage was amazing, and I don't feel like helping right now."
Kelsey's double entendre made Mya blush.
Mya bit her lip. "I'll ask Lillian then!"
Mya called out to Lillian, but she was asleep.
I smiled, took off my shirt, and covered Lillian's back. Now shirtless, my toned chest and abs were on display.
My left hand injury had healed completely.
Kelsey looked at me admiringly. "John, you have a great body!"
Good eye. That was from playing basketball every day, not just gym muscles and protein shakes.
Mya sneaked glances at me. I walked over. "Lillian's asleep. Let me help you."
Kelsey added, "Mya, you've been sunbathing for a while. If you get tanned, it'll be hard to get your skin back to normal. You don't want to wear long sleeves all summer."
Mya said shyly, "Alright, thank you!"
"If you're embarrassed, just close your eyes," I said.
Sure enough, Mya obediently closed her eyes.
But her trembling eyelashes and heaving chest gave away her inner turmoil.
To be honest, Mya had a great figure, and those straight legs were mesmerizing.
I spread the essential oil on my palms and slowly placed my hands on Mya's instep.
Mya shivered, then stayed still.
Dancers often have calluses on their feet, especially ballet dancers. Mya's feet, though small, weren't particularly smooth.
I quickly moved to another part of her body, slowly moving upward.
The higher I went, the smoother her skin became. The areas I touched even developed tiny red particles.
When people are highly tense, they become very sensitive.
It's like watching a horror movie with full concentration; your sense of fear gets magnified. If someone suddenly scares you from behind, you'll definitely jump.
My hand moved past Mya's knee and slowly reached her inner thigh.
I didn't dare to be too reckless; I had to be careful, or I might scare Mya.
"Your ankles and knees must get injured often," I said to break the tension.
Mya replied, "Yes, when I first started learning to dance, I got injured a lot. But as I got more skilled, the injuries became less frequent."
Kelsey chimed in, "Actually, the place we get hurt the most while dancing is our butts!"
Kelsey giggled. "John, you can give Mya a massage there later."
Honestly, girls can be more suggestive than guys.
"Kelsey, stop saying nonsense," Mya said, flustered. "John, don't listen to her."
Of course, I knew Kelsey was teasing Mya, implying that Mya had a big butt.
"Don't worry. I know you guys are just joking," I said.
Kelsey hummed and then lay there, enjoying the sunset.
After applying the essential oil to Mya's legs, I moved on to her arms. I was a bit puzzled as to why Mya didn't apply it herself.
Thinking it over, perhaps deep down, Mya wanted me to help her.
Yes, that must be it.
It turned out that Mya was also a woman who says one thing but meant another.
Compared to her feet, Mya's hands were much more beautiful.
Her fingers were slender, without nail polish, but it was clear that Mya took good care of her hands.
Holding Mya's hand, I found it very soft.
This is what a beauty is.
Mya's face grew redder, and I thought I had figured out her thoughts. With Lillian and Kelsey both resting, I became even more suggestive.
I held Mya's soft hand with one hand while applying the essential oil to her arm with the other.
Mya's smooth little hand felt very comfortable in mine.
But I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. Reluctantly, I let go and whispered, "Mya, lie down. I'll help you apply some to your neck and back."
"Okay."
Her voice was very soft.
Mya lay down, revealing a perfect, sexy figure in front of me.
I felt a surge of desire and then unzipped the back of Mya's swimsuit, exposing her smooth, fair back.
Her back was perfect.
It was definitely one of the most perfect backs I had ever seen.
Even lying down, Mya carefully protected her front, afraid of exposing her body.
But it's okay; girls need to be guided.
The moment my hand touched her back, Mya shivered all over and let out a faint moan.
At that moment, Mya's ears turned very red.
I hovered my hand, my fingertips lightly gliding over her back, making Mya tremble even more. "John, it tickles."
Even Mya's voice was trembling.
"Don't worry. It'll be over soon."
I didn't tease Mya too much. After all, I was just applying essential oil, and going too far would ruin the impression I had in Mya's mind.
When my hand reached her waist, Mya let out a slight gasp and furrowed her brows.
"What's wrong?" I asked, startled. I hadn't used any force.
"It's nothing. I accidentally twisted my back a couple of days ago," Mya said.
"Twisted your back? That's no small matter," I replied.
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