Chapter 4: Chapter 4
Mike stood in the dimly-lit waiting area of Krista's massage parlor, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. The scent of essential oils and incense hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the stale sweat and testosterone of the gym. He could hear the soft, sensual melody of the background music, a slow, sultry tune that seemed to match the heat coursing through his veins. The lights were low, casting long, dancing shadows across the dark wooden furniture and the rich, warm color scheme of the room.
Krista sat on a plush, velvet chaise, her legs spread wide, her fingers lazily tracing the outline of her pussy through her lace panties. She watched Mike with hooded eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her fingers worked their magic, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her.
"Come here, Mike," she whispered, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down his spine. "I want you to watch."
Mike approached, his steps tentative, his body a mix of trepidation and arousal.
He could see Krista's pussy clearly through the lace of her panties, the wetness glistening in the dim light. Her fingers moved with purpose, rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
"Sit down," Krista commanded, her eyes never leaving Mike's as he lowered himself onto the plush chair opposite her. His cock was rock hard, pressing painfully against his jeans. Krista's eyes flicked to his crotch, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
"Let's get that cock out, shall we?" she purred, her fingers still teasing her clit through the lace.
"I want you to see how wet I am for Brad. I want you to watch as he fucks me until I can't take it anymore."
Mike's breath hitched, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He could see the wetness soaking through the lace of Krista's panties, could hear the soft, wet sounds as her fingers moved against her. He wanted to touch himself, to relieve some of the pressure building within him, but he was frozen, unable to take his eyes off her as she pleasured herself in front of him.
"Go on, Mike," Krista whispered, her voice a low, husky command.
"Take your cock out and stroke it for me. I want to see you touch yourself while I play with myself."
Mike hesitated for a moment, his body trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. But Krista's eyes were locked onto his, her gaze intense and demanding, and he couldn't resist. He unzipped his pants, his fingers brushing against his rock-hard cock as he pulled them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Krista licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with lust as she watched him. "That's it, baby," she purred.
"Stroke that cock for me. I want to see you play with yourself while I play with myself."
Krista's fingers began to move faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched Mike grasp his cock and begin to stroke it. She could see the desperation in his eyes, the need for release, and it turned her on even more.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, spreading her legs wider, her fingers working her clit in quick, urgent circles. She could feel her orgasm building, could feel the tension coiling deep within her, ready to explode.