Upon entering the spa room and closing the door behind her, Annie surveyed the bright space and saw rows of colored candles and incense placed in every corner of the small room, though none were lit. There was also a section where all sorts of bottles were arranged. The room was clearly soundproofed, as a sense of inner peace immediately enveloped her. The scent of aromatic oil still lingered in the air.
"Ma’am. The changing room is through there," Miles said, pointing at the opposite door.
"Hmm."
Annie nodded, shifting her eyes away from the bulge in his pants as she adjusted the strap of the bag over her shoulder.
Walking into the dressing room and closing the door behind her, she scanned the space. There was a full-length mirror at the center and a box for clothes and jewelry right beside it, along with several neatly folded white towels.
Staring at her reflection, she slowly set down her bag as her mind drifted back to Miles’ bulging pants. Recalling his oblivious expression, she reached for the hem of her tight-fitting top and pulled it up to reveal her feminine abs. As she continued pulling it up, more of her trained, athletic physique was revealed, followed by her familiar black sports bra.
She took off her top completely and shook out her hair before smiling at her physique.
"I need to stop thinking about it. My wedding night is tomorrow. I can’t do this to my sweet bear... Hmmmm."
She softly muttered to herself while tying her hair into a bun, but her words of reassurance dissolved into a deep hum as she imagined the true size of that monster.
"I’m overthinking. He’s too young to have something like that. That’s so stupid of me."
She easily slid off her maxi skirt, exposing her well-defined, seemingly sculpted thighs. Turning her backside to the mirror, she cupped her buttocks with both hands to weigh them.
They were acutely round and firm, looking taut in her spandex underwear, but when she squeezed them, they proved as soft as freshly baked bread.
She weighed them a couple more times before picking up one of the white towels from the side.
Wrapping it around her chest, she slipped on her flip-flops and took one last look at her reflection with mixed feelings before opening the door.
"I’m done."
When she stepped out, Annie saw Miles arranging the oil bottles he would need. She forced a smile when he turned toward her, resisting the urge to lower her gaze to his pants.
"Please."
Miles gave a formal nod and gestured for her to lie on the raised massage table in the center of the room.
I’m overthinking this, she thought.
Noticing Miles’ calmness and professional demeanor, she silently climbed onto the bed and laid flat, facing the ceiling.
Her earlier chatterbox personality—when she had bragged about her fiancé to Grace—had been silenced by the guilty doubt in her heart ever since she noticed Miles’ bulge.
Listening to Miles move around lighting the candles, all sorts of thoughts raced through her mind as she endured the guilt of feeling like she was betraying her fiancé.
She couldn’t tell how many seconds had passed, but by the time Miles finished setting up the room, Annie’s sports bra showed visible pokes from her hardened nipples, and her underwear was on the verge of being stained wet.
Just as she was finding it unbearable—
Click!
The sound of a switch breaking the silence startled her.
To Annie’s shock, the main lights went out, leaving the room dimly illuminated by candles before a deep purple neon glow filled the space like an ethereal aura.
Sensing Miles draw near as his shadow fell over her, she instinctively looked up, only to get a close-up view of his bulge. Her heart skipped a beat, and she held her breath as a single thought struck her like a sudden revelation:
It’s real.
"Excuse me, I need to remove this."
Miles spoke, bringing her out of her daze while gesturing toward her towel.
Taken aback, Annie nodded approvingly, managing to find her voice.
"Go ahead," she said, looking up at his face as he leaned down to unfold the towel from her chest.
Three seconds in, she noted that Miles showed no reaction to her gaze, so she decided to break the silence.
"She said your name was Miles."
She paused briefly after speaking.
"Yes."
Miles nodded, glancing at her face as he spread the towel open.
Damn, look at those defined muscles. She’s got a premium physique for a muscle-headed gym girl. I wonder how it feels to touch every part of her.
Having mostly dealt with softer, curvier women, he felt a sense of thrill and curiosity toward Annie. He wondered how a athletic woman like her would react, moan, and endure compared to the curvier ones like Hannah and the others he had been with before.
"Is it okay to ask how old you are?" Annie asked hesitantly, unable to contain her curiosity as she stared at his composed expression.
"Not really, but since you asked, there’s nothing to hide. I’m seventeen," Miles blurted out casually.
Annie froze instantly, his words echoing repeatedly in her mind.
Unbelievable! I’ve been fantasizing about a seventeen-year-old?
She stared at Miles as if she were seeing a ghost.
Smirking inwardly, he picked up a bottle and poured the oil over her skin.
He started from her shoulders, moving down to her exposed cleavage, then over her stomach and thighs. He uncapped another bottle, trailing down her arms and legs until she was practically glistening with oil.
Activating his masseur talent, a visual layout of her body materialized in his mind, highlighting specific target points and detailing the steps needed to work them out.
I have to ask him. I have to ask him if it’s real.
After struggling to gather her thoughts, Annie regained her composure and was just about to speak when Miles laid his hands on her.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"