House Rules
The massage table is in a separate room. There's massage oil already set out, and a small bluetooth speaker playing something ambient and low. Alina has thought of everything.
She lies face down and waits.
You pour some oil into your hands, take a breath, and start at her shoulders. You tell yourself this is fine. This is just a task. Back, legs, glutes... those are just muscle groups, anatomically speaking, and you are simply addressing them in a professional and detached manner.
This lasts approximately forty seconds.
Her skin is warm under your hands. The oil catches the light. She makes a small moan when you find a knot between her shoulder blades.
"Lower," she says.
You move lower.
"The glutes too. That's where yoga tightens up the most."
You hesitate for just a fraction of a second. Then you move lower.
She says nothing. You say nothing. Your cock has been hard since Charlotte's bathroom and shows absolutely no sign of reconsidering.