The place was discreet, almost silent, with the smell of incense and dim lights.
He greeted me: tall, dark, strong, with those veiny arms and a voice that felt like it stroked you. He looked at me as if he already knew what I was hiding… or what I wanted.
He asked me to undress behind the screen.
I took off my skirt, my top… and stood completely naked.
I lay down on my stomach, with only a towel covering my ass.
He started with my back, very professional. But his fingers moved slower as they went down, like testing the ground. He reached my thighs. Spread them a little, and with his big, warm hands began to massage my ass. He squeezed it firmly, spread it, and his fingers slid lower, lower… until one brushed the center, my asshole. He caressed it with oil, slow, intentional. A heat rushed through my whole body. I didn’t stop him. On the contrary… I surrendered to his game.
And then… I felt his erection. Hard. Against my arm, just brushing me as he leaned closer. Impossible not to notice. He said nothing. But he was as stiff as I was wet. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
—“Turn over,” he said, voice low and rough.
I obeyed. Rolled slowly, letting the towel fall. My breasts were bare, shining with oil and sweat. He stared at them for a long second. Then took them in both hands.
—“Are they yours?” he asked with a half-smile.
—“Yes. Augmented,” I replied.
—“And those piercings?” he said, touching them.
—“I love it when someone pulls them,” I confessed.
He did. Played with them, twisted them between his fingers. Pinched, and my body arched on its own, like begging for more. His hand slid down, and without a word, he stroked me between the legs. Slow, unhurried. He spread me with his fingers, feeling me, smelling me, reading me completely. I was trembling already. About to come. On the edge.
And then he stopped.
He adjusted his pants, cock still rock hard against the fabric, and walked to the door.
—“You can stay a while if you want. Shower’s at the back.”
And he left me. Alone. Burning. Skin trembling, wetness dripping down my thighs.
I got up, walked slowly to the shower, oil still glistening on my body. Turned on the hot water, leaned against the wall… and touched myself. Pulled on the piercings, squeezed my breasts, slid my hand between my legs. I was so wet it only took seconds. I came hard, mouth open, moan muffled against my own arm.