The sliding door whispered open, revealing Hiroki. His smile was disarming, his hands warm as he bowed. "Ready to release some tension?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
She nodded, a nervous flutter in her stomach. The massage room was dimly lit, scented with sandalwood and promise. She disrobed, the soft sheets a welcome contrast to her skin.
Hiroki began with her back, his strong hands kneading away the knots of stress. Oil slicked against her skin, the strokes growing bolder, more intimate. He lingered at the base of her spine, a delicious shiver running through her. Oil massage was one thing, but this felt different. Something deeper.
"You seem tense here," he murmured, his fingers finding the sensitive curve of her neck. She gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut. He moved to her shoulders, then her chest, carefully avoiding her nipples... at first.
Then, a teasing brush, a deliberate graze. She moaned, her hips shifting involuntarily. He smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He traced a path down her stomach, his fingers dancing lower, lower... until they found her clit. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her. She arched her back, gasping. "Hiroki..."
His thumb circled her clit, teasing, tormenting. She begged him to stop, begged him to go on. He did both, expertly manipulating her until she was writhing, her body slick with sweat and need. This clit massage was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
"Peach pie love," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She didn't understand the phrase, but the intent was clear.
He shifted, positioning himself between her legs. She tensed, unsure. This wasn't part of the massage. But she didn't stop him.
His cock was thick, hard, pressing against her. He didn't ask, didn't hesitate. He plunged in, a raw, primal thrust that stole her breath. This wasn't relaxation; it was pure, unadulterated sex. Hardcore. Raw.
He pounded into her, each thrust deeper, more intense than the last. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He cupped her ass, lifting her higher, driving himself further inside.
The world dissolved into a haze of sensation. She came, a shattering orgasm that ripped through her body. He groaned, pumping one last time before collapsing on top of her, spent and satisfied.
Later, after showers and whispered apologies, she left the massage parlor, her body aching, her mind reeling. She'd come for relaxation, but she'd found something much more... a secret pleasure she wouldn't soon forget. The Japanese masseuse had given her the treatment of her life. This was the exclusive service she always dreamed about!
