Spider-Man 0X

[Massage room]

May gave me that look with a sly smile but didn't say anything as I took Lea to the massage room, and even prepared everything for the massage, like the candles, the dimmed light, and the scented oils. Lea was already inside the room, waiting for me.

"You better save some energy for later or we will be disappointed," May whispered to me, glancing over her shoulder and I had the urge to give her ass a hard smack. But considering there were people nearby, I restrained myself, giving her a heated look.

"When have I ever disappointed you girls in the matter of pleasure?" I whispered back with a smirk.

"Never and you better keep it that way," She murmured with a cute blush before leaving me standing near the door.

Oh, I intend to keep it that way, May.

I entered the room and locked it from inside.

The spa room was softly lit, with warm, golden light coming through the gentle curtains, giving the space a gentle shine. The calming sound of background music was everywhere, mixed with the light smell of lavender and sandalwood. Everything was made to help people relax, including the soft mattress covered by towels on the massage table.

Lea was standing near the bed, her back facing me, her figure highlighted by the faint light.

I let my gaze linger on her figure for a moment, watching the way the soft light caressed her body. Her red dress clung to her curves in all the right places, and the delicate fabric shimmered slightly as she moved. She glanced over her shoulder at me, her lips curling into a knowing smile, eyes filled with playful challenge.

Oh, this woman is hungry. I guess, her sexual life is on a dry run and when a young guy like me offered her a free hand, how could she refuse? Ah! Now that I think of it, I saw the news while swinging around the city about Lea Thompson's breakup and her life. It was a controversial matter as her so-called husband was engaged in some illegal drug trades. Yuri busted him back when she was clearing up the streets. Since then, her fame fell massively and as always, no one wanted to keep in touch with a drug dealer's wife. So, if I were to guess, she isn't doing that great nowadays.

Hmnn... I don't want to be an ass, but why not keep her for myself? Casual flings every now and then. And then... Ahem! Me and my evil thoughts.

Anyway, time to focus on the job at hand.

Without saying a word, she started to take off her dress, moving her fingers slowly and carefully. The zipper on her back went down quietly, showing more of her smooth, light skin. I caught my breath as I saw the dress fall from her shoulders, dropping to the floor around her feet. She stood there, calm and sure of herself, wearing only a black lace bra and matching underwear. Her body was even more beautiful than I had thought—mature, fit, and completely alluring.

Wow!

"Should I take off everything?" She asked, her voice low and husky.

"If you're comfortable with that," I said as I grabbed a towel and handed it to her. "You can undress behind the curtains." I pointed at the corner of the room.

She nodded, taking the towel and walking toward the curtain. I watched as she disappeared behind it, unable to tear my eyes away from her. My heart was racing, and I felt my desire rising. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

This massage is gonna be... Interesting.

After a few minutes, she walked out from behind the curtain, wrapped in a white towel. She was smiling and there was that look in her eyes, that was telling me, 'I'm gonna eat you up, boy.' I gestured to the massage table, and she lay down on it, her body stretched out before me. She seemed relaxed, her eyes closed and her breathing slow and steady. Her back was on right before my eyes. I adjusted the towel and pulled it down to her waist to give me proper access to her back.

I rubbed my hands together, warming them up. The scent of the lavender oil filled the air as I poured a small amount into my palms. I took a deep breath as I placed my hands lightly on Lea’s back, feeling her warmth.

“Just relax,” I murmured, my voice low and soothing. “I’ll take care of everything.”

She sighed softly, her body already melting into the soft table beneath her as I started at the base of her neck, my fingers working in slow, deliberate motions. I kneaded the tight muscles at her shoulders, feeling the tension that had built up over time. My thumbs pressed in gently, coaxing her to release that stress.

"Mmm..." Lea let out a quiet moan, her body responding instantly to my touch. “That feels good.”

“Good,” I replied, smiling to myself. Her skin was soft under my hands, and I focused on the areas where I could feel the knots and tightness. I tried not to apply too much pressure yet firm enough to help her relax deeper.

I worked my way down her back, my hands gliding effortlessly over her smooth skin. The oil made it easy for me to slide my palms across her body, and I noticed she was becoming more and more responsive as I continued with my movements. Her hips arched slightly against the table, and she shifted slightly, her breathing quickening.

“You’ve got magic hands, Peter,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled lightly, keeping the rhythm steady. "Just doing my best."

I could feel her muscles loosening under my fingers, responding to each movement as I worked from her shoulders down to her lower back. With every press, I paid attention to her reactions, listening to her breathing and adjusting my technique to make her relax even more.

When I reached her lower back, I pressed my thumbs into the muscles on either side of her spine, using slow, circular motions. Her back arched slightly in response, her body unconsciously leaning into the pressure. She was so relaxed now that her breathing had become slow and deep, and I'm pretty sure I heard her moan softly a few times.

“Is the pressure good?” I asked softly.

“Perfect,” she breathed, her voice almost dreamy.

I went back to her shoulders and repeated the movement, feeling more confident this time. She seemed to like the stronger pressure, so I added it slowly, being careful not to cause any pain.

After some time, I softly put my hands on her upper arms and moved them down to her hands, where I massaged each finger individually. Her fingers felt fragile in my hands, but I could also feel the tension. I gave each finger the care it needed, making sure not to hurry.

Her gentle moans told me I was doing it right, and I found myself more concentrated than I thought I would be.

What surprised me most was the fact that she had no stretch marks and her skin felt tight. Well, she must have blown shit ton of money to keep her body well-maintained. But, then again, she was a famous actress with plenty of money to spend.

I kept massaging her arms until they were fully relaxed. Then I went back to her shoulders, repeating the process. My hands traveled down to her waist. It was extremely low. My thumbs pressed into the tight muscles around her hip bones. She shifted slightly on the table, her hips arching towards me, and I knew I was doing something right.

Next, I focused more on her side. Without my telling she moved her arms above her head, giving me full access to her sides. Still, a gentleman must ask permission.

"You mind if I do your sides?" I asked politely.

"Do whatever you want, Peter." She murmured.

Oh, I will, Lea. I will.

I worked my way down her sides, applying firm pressure as I went. It was around her side tummy areas. She seemed to really enjoy this part because she kept sighing deeply, "Oh, yeah! A little harder."

"Like this?" I asked, increasing the pressure slightly.

"Mmm... That's perfect."

I continued down her sides, enjoying the way she responded to me. I had to get on top of her as I massaged her side boobs, pressing firmly into the muscles. She let out another soft moan, her hips shifting slightly as she enjoyed what I was doing.

"Mhmm~" A soft groan escaped her lips.

I smiled to myself, knowing I was pleasing her. I finished massaging her sides and then it was time to do her legs. I started with her feet. They were slender, with perfectly pedicured toes. I massaged each toe individually, paying close attention to the soles of her feet. When I reached her heel, I dug my thumbs in deep, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Ohh! Just how are you doing it?" She groaned.

I chuckled lightly, continuing to massage her foot. "Just using my instincts."

After spending some time on her feet, I moved onto her calf muscles. These were tight, and I knew it was going to be difficult to relax them completely. But I persisted, applying firm pressure as I worked my way up to her thighs. Her legs were long and lean, and I couldn't help but admire the view.

As I massaged her thighs, I noticed that she was starting to respond more to me.

I dripped more oil on her thighs, watching it run down her smooth skin. I used my hands to spread the oil evenly, massaging it into her muscles. Truth be told, I could see her pussy and ass from my position. But, it's still too early to do something. I still haven't done her front. So, I kept my hands up to her inner thighs.

"Could you do my buttcheeks? It's killing me," She murmured.

"Of course," I replied as I removed the towel covering her ass.

Wow! What an ass! There was a little heart tattoo on her right butt cheek. I wonder why? Anyway, time to focus.

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