Chapter 2: Building Tension
Now, Let me show how it works.
First is first, let me undress your tight sexy dress. I unzip it slowly, feeling your shivering tensed body under my gentle touch, letting the silky fabric slide down, revealing your bare back and shoulders. The new girl hesitated, watching my every move before she finally lets go, eager.
I begin to rub oil, nice and warm, onto her back: a bit more on her neck, her shoulders, working the muscles around, pressing, rubbing, kneading. I do the same to her legs, starting from her feet: the heels, the arch, the toes, then the soles of her feet – I feel her sigh in pleasure.
My oiled hands trace a line from her arches, massaging her ankles, her shins with deep, confident strokes, feeling the tension fade away. My fingers climb higher, now exploring her thighs' soft skin sensually.
As I do that, I watch her. She closes her eyes, exhaling slowly, leaning her weight against my table without realizing it. I know this feeling: the sweet release, the almost orgasmic joy when years of chronic tension drift away under a skilled masseuse's touch. It's in her eyes, fluttering open.
"I am not touching your breast, ass or anything. But you are feeling it aren't you? This is the power of fingertips. Not easy as just wanking the customer's dick till cum. Technique matters honey" I whispered seductively.
Suddenly, she turned onto her back. Her face was flushed, her blue eyes blazing with an insatiable hunger that I quickly recognized. I stifled a smirk. Her hands reached up and undid the robe's knot, revealing her nude, perky, body, with perfect pink nipples.
"You're right, boss, show me everything." she breathed, licking her lips.
There was no more holding back.