Massage Session with Anna -2(+18)

Anna stepped into the massage room and let out a soft breath. It was quiet. The lights were dimmed, the scent of oil hanging faintly in the air. Yohan gestured politely for her to lie down. She nodded, already slipping off her dress and undergarments until she was in just her bra and panties.

She hesitated as she climbed onto the table.

'What am I doing?'

She told herself it was just a massage. That was all it was supposed to be.

Still… she could feel his eyes on her. The way they lingered on her body. It made her skin tingle, her heartbeat quicken. It had been a long time since any man had looked at her like that. Too long.

'Has it really come to this? Me… feeling this way over a boy young enough to be my son's friend?'

He poured the oil onto her back, and his hands followed — strong, deliberate, confident. The heat of his palms slid along her spine, easing the tension in her muscles.

She sighed softly.

Then he spoke.

"Ma'am, I have a confession to make."

She blinked and turned her head slightly. "What is it, Yohan?"

He hesitated, then said, "The treatment today is unconventional… but if you let me, I promise it'll make you feel amazing."

Her heart skipped. She didn't know what he meant — not exactly — but the way he said it, with that calm confidence, made it hard to think clearly.

"W-what kind of treatment?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Just trust me."

He guided her back down, and for some reason, she let him.

'Why did I let him? Why didn't I stop him there?'

His hands moved lower, massaging her thighs, brushing close to places he hadn't touched before. Her breathing quickened, and she gripped the edge of the table.

She could feel it — her body reacting. Heat gathering between her legs. She bit her lip.

'This isn't right. But… why does it feel so good?'

He massaged deeper, his fingers gliding dangerously close to her most sensitive areas. The warmth of the oil, the slow deliberate pressure… It was like he knew exactly what to do.

She stifled a moan.

'I should say something. I should stop this. Why am I not stopping him?'

Then his hands were on her ass — squeezing, kneading.

"Hnnngh…" a small sound escaped her lips before she could catch it.

"You okay?" he asked, voice calm.

"Y-yes, it's just… you're touching my ass," she mumbled, her face heating up.

"That's because I need to help your fluids circulate," he replied, as if it were perfectly normal.

His hands moved with more confidence now, spreading her gently, touching her in ways no one had in years. Her thighs trembled.

'I should get up. Tell him to stop. I'm a grown woman, not some desperate girl…'

But her body didn't move. It only burned more as he rubbed closer and closer, until he brushed against her through her panties — and her back arched on its own.

Electricity shot through her.

"Ohh…" she gasped.

"You're wet," he said softly. "Your body wants this too."

That line.

That was the one that should've made her stop everything.

'But why does hearing that… make me feel even weaker?'

Her mind screamed no, but her hips subtly shifted, as if offering him more access. He slid her panties to the side, revealing her.

'God, I'm letting him see me. Why? Why am I letting him?'

His fingers entered her, and she clenched the sheet with both hands.

"Don't… do that…" she moaned — but even to her own ears, it sounded half-hearted.

Each time he moved, her mind blurred. Every time her body reacted, shame and longing tangled inside her.

'I'm a mother. A woman with responsibilities. I shouldn't be lying here, letting a younger man—'

But then his mouth touched her.

Her eyes flew wide.

"N-no, wai—" she tried to say, but it was already too late.

His lips were on her, his tongue expertly teasing her clit. Her body betrayed her again — moaning, trembling, giving in to the pleasure.

She came hard, her body convulsing on the table.

'Oh God… what is happening to me?'

When it was over, she collapsed forward, dazed and breathing heavily.

Then she heard his voice again.

"Miss Anna, could you turn around?"

She hesitated. "What?"

"You don't have to be shy in front of me," he said softly.

'I should say no. I should stop now. This has gone too far…'

But she turned.

Her bra still on, barely covering her, she watched as he leaned closer again.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered.

"Doing what?" he asked. "This is part of your treatment. Don't you want to be fully healed?"

His words slithered into her brain like silk. He cupped her breasts, and she gasped.

"You need this, ma'am. Your body needs this."

She let out a soft moan, hand over her mouth.

'I should push him away. I should leave. Why can't I?'

"When last did a man touch you like this?" he asked, pulling down her bra.

Her nipples were already hard.

One stroke of his tongue and her body arched again.

"You have to answer me," he whispered, "or I'll stop."

Her pussy pulsed at the threat of him stopping.

"I… I can't remember…" she confessed.

'Why did I say that?'

Yohan smirked. "Then don't worry. I'll make you feel even better."