What If We Get Caught?!

Lucas Frost strolls into this massage joint, eyeing the setup like it's his lucky day. Sarah Vandella, the hot masseuse, flashes a grin from behind the desk. He blurts out he spotted their ad in the local rag and thought, hell, why not? First-timer nerves kicking in, she lays out the menu: classic Swedish rubdown, deep tissue pound, that exotic NURU slide, hot stones rolling around. He cuts her off mid-pitch. 'NURU what now?' Sarah leans in, all sly charm, explaining it's this slick gel magic called NURU that turns the whole thing into pure body-on-body bliss. She dives into the juicy bits—how the skin-sliding soothes every tense muscle, leaves you melting like butter on a hot rack. Lucas flushes red, shifting in his seat, but damn if it doesn't sound tempting. 'You recommending it?' he asks. She winks. 'Hell yeah, it's a client crusher—my regulars beg for it.' That seals the deal; he's all in, cocky enough to dive into the unknown. She ushers him to this dimly lit private room, vibe dialed to relax mode. Time to strip, she says casually. He's fumbling, all bashful boy, so she offers a hand—hell, she'll peel off her own kit right alongside, level the playing field. 'W-wait, you're getting naked too? No heads-up on that...' he stammers. Sarah smirks, easy as pie. 'Yup, body-to-body means we're both bare—keeps it real and intimate. But hey, we'll warm up slow. First stop: shower scrub-down. Fresh skin grips that gel like a glove.' Under the steaming spray, Lucas is getting the royal treatment from this bombshell, and whoa—his cock springs to life, rock-hard and uninvited. Mortified, he mumbles sorry, but Sarah just chuckles. 'Relax, stud, happens all the time. And honestly? Loving the scenery.' She soaps him up, fingers lingering as she rinses his throbbing dick, then presses it right against her slick, soapy tits, stroking and teasing like it's all part of the plan. He's wide-eyed, brain short-circuiting from the feel of her curves owning him, but she coos it's just her using every damn inch of herself for peak pleasure. Spotless and buzzing with that deep, dirty relaxation, she tows him to the mat. Heaven hits fast—her oiled-up body gliding over his back, slick and sinful, every curve grinding out the knots. She flips him, eyes locking on that insistent hard-on. No hesitation; she drops low, tongue tracing his shaft before swallowing him whole. Lucas jolts, half-protesting. 'Whoa, is this... okay?' Sarah's voice drips honey. 'Baby, my gig is making you feel amazing—and this? This feels fucking incredible, right?' He nods, reluctant but hooked. 'Yeah... but what if someone busts in?' She seals his lips with a promise—they're ghosts in here, total discretion—then ramps it up, sucking him deep and fierce. Resistance crumbles; that mouth is a vice he can't fight. From there, it's a slippery, pounding frenzy—wet skin slapping, worries vaporized as he chases the wild high.