Chapter 3: Rising Action
Eventually, Jenny says “Okay, turn over please” as she straightens up and lifts her hands from your body.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, then roll over carefully onto your front. Cooling sweat prickles your skin, and you think you can feel the heat radiating from the floor beneath the table. Jenny’s hands grasp your ankles lightly as she shifts your legs apart to make room for her hips. They are small, delicate hands, with smooth, warm fingers that fit nicely in the dips between your bones. Does she feel the tremor that shoots through you as her fingers glide along your calves? Is it obvious, how her touch affects you?
You ponder for a moment, feeling a little foolish, but as her hands move higher, her fingers gently kneading the muscles at the base of your hips, her touch ignites a sudden, intense yearning in you. You can’t deny it any longer. Her fingers linger there for a moment, as if she can sense your response, before moving upwards, tracing the outline of your thigh, closer and closer to the part of you that aches for her.
Her fingers pause, lingering, almost touching you there, but she moves upwards instead, gliding along your spine. She presses lightly on the vertebrae, and you feel a shiver of delight run down your spine. And then you feel it, a slight pressure, and you realise she has shifted her position, her hips now settled between your legs, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from her body, barely an inch away from yours.
You are so close, yet so far, and every cell in your body is screaming for her to bridge this unbearably small gap between you.
The thought of it alone is enough to send a fresh wave of heat through you, and you clench your jaw against the pleasure, trying to stay still and not reveal just how she affects you. Does she know? Can she feel it, the trembles that pulse through your muscles as her deft fingers continue to massage the tension from your body?
The thought that she is so close to your most intimate spot, yet so removed from it, only serves to fuel your growing desire.
“Relax, Jun Yi,” she whispers, her breath warm against your neck. “Let me take care of you.”
Her voice is soft, but her words are laced with a determined promise to help you find release, easing the ache that grips your body. You nod, unable to trust your voice to respond as you try to do as she asks. To relax. To let go of the tension that coils within you.
You feel the warmth of Jenny’s body so close to yours, and your heart skips a beat as she shifts her position, her leg brushing against the side of your thigh. Her hand continues to move along your spine, but there's a knowingness in her touch that makes your heart race.
You can't help but feel vulnerable as you lie there with your growing arousal evident beneath her, but instead of embarrassment, you feel a strange thrill run through you.
A moment passes, and then Jenny gives you a knowing smile as she glances at your erection. You tense, waiting for her to acknowledge it, but instead, she continues the massage professionally, kneading the muscles on either side of your spine with a delicate touch.
Her fingers move down to your glutes, and she lingers for a moment, pressing deeper into the flesh.