CHAPTER 105: CHAPTER 54: MASSAGE, THIS IS THE CLASSIC SCENARIO MODE

"Massage?"

I looked at the woman in front of me in surprise, pointing at myself and repeating.

"Mhm, the masseur isn’t available now, and my body feels really tired. Can you help me?"

Amy, wrapped in a towel, lay down on the mattress, arms under her head.

"I can’t!"

"Is it because Sofia wants to marry you?"

"WHAT?" I stood up in shock. "Marriage?"

"Sofia said she’s considering marrying you."

"Fack! Sofia told you?"

"Everyone’s talking about it."

Fack! Last night’s conversation with Sofia was overheard, and now the whole world knows!

Damn it!

I don’t know what Sofia wants.

"So, you’re unwilling to massage me because of Sofia?"

"No."

I walked to the mattress, sitting beside Amy. "Alright, can we not talk about marriage?"

"Okay!" Amy closed her eyes.

My hands were on her shoulders, kneading her deltoids.

Amy’s skin was smooth and regularly maintained, well hydrated. At thirty, her skin was as delicate as a young girl’s.

"Ah!" Amy, eyes closed, enjoyed it, "It feels great."

"Your muscles are very tense."

I pinched her shoulders, massaging her back with both hands.

"You can take off my towel."

"WHAT?"

"The towel gets in the way." Amy loosened a corner of the towel with her hand.

"You’re married!"

Amy stared at my face, "I’m married, why did you kiss me? You’ve seen my body, and now you’re shy?"

Amy pulled the towel aside, lay on the mattress, and closed her eyes.

Her body was bare, and I could see her round hips slightly twitching, a bit uneasy. Her legs were long, and her pubic hair was neatly shaved.

"There’s essential oil on the table."

Amy’s eyelashes trembled; she was nervous, a bit shy, yet expectant too.

She was Johnny’s wife, but was considering an affair now.

I picked up the essential oil from the table, sat back down on the mattress, unscrewed the cap, and let the oil drip onto Amy’s back. Her body shivered.

"Is it cold?" I put down the bottle, my hands on her back.

"No! Keep going!"

My thumbs pressed on her spine, the other four fingers resting on her waist.

I pressed firmly down her back, seeing the vertebrae protrude one by one.

A woman’s back is beautiful, glistening with oil.

Amy often did outdoor activities and sunbathing; although she hardly tanned, her skin was a bit yellow. After applying oil, it became even smoother.

"Your skin is great."

"I apply lotion several times a day. It’s hard to get a tan, it’s genetic. Sometimes, I use UV lamps indoors, but it doesn’t work well."

I picked up the oil bottle again, letting a large amount drip on her back, butt, and thighs.

My hands were on her backside too.

Grasping her hips, I felt the elasticity.

"Mmm!" Amy’s voice was deep, coming from her nose.

I massaged her thighs and calves.

Lifting her calf, pressing it down.

"Ah!"

"Too hard?"

"No, it feels good! Did you learn massage?"

"At home, when Helen came back from work, I’d give her a massage. She was always tired!"

"Who’s Helen?"

"My sister!"

"She must be lucky."

Amy turned over, covering her breasts with her hands.

I laughed, she covered her chest but not her vulva?

[Amy Excitement Level 60.]

I held the oil, and Amy released her breasts.

Oil dripped in the cleavage.

The woman bit her lip, closing her eyes.

My hands stroked over, flattening her full breasts.

Spreading the oil evenly, my palms kept rubbing her nipples.

[Amy Excitement Level 70]

I massaged her mammary glands.

"Mmm!" She bit her lip to stifle her voice.

[Feels so good, I want more.]

The prompt indicated her inner feelings.

Amy’s legs restlessly moved up and down.

My hands stroked her abdomen, noticing her arching her chest, lifting her back off the mattress.

Like a cat arching its back.

Legs slightly parted.

Gently pressing her abdomen, Amy’s hips twisted.

"Ah!" Her breathing grew heavy.

Hands gripping her thighs, thumbs lightly touched her labia, pressing at her vulva.

Amy spread her legs, eyes closed, hands over her breasts, gently kneading them.

[Amy Excitement Level 80]

Amy guided my right hand to her labia.

The woman still had her eyes shut, as if nothing had happened.

I stroked her labia, Amy’s feet on the mattress, lifting her legs, exposing her entire vagina, labia slightly parted, showing the pink inside.

I had a playful idea, tapping her labia with four fingers together.

"Ah ah ah!" Amy arched her chest, shouting.

The tapping wasn’t hard, but a woman’s genitals are sensitive, and when her clitoris was hit, Amy’s vagina started secreting love juices.

My fingers got sticky from the liquid.

Pa pa pa pa!

The sound got louder, and her labia became slick.

The vulva was covered in secretions, producing some foam after the spanking.

"Ah ah ah, GOD!"

First time being spanked, Amy felt sensations she hadn’t before.

She started moving her hips, lifting and lowering, like accommodating my palm.

[Amy Excitement Level 100!]

"Ah, yes!"

Amy’s mouth let out moans.

One hand slid over my thigh.