"Ahhhhhhh!"
Annie’s moan came out totally unexpected as she was about to ask him if the bulge was real.
She felt his hands grab her shoulders, his fingers pressing strongly against her skin in a slow, friction-filled pace.
However, this action, seemingly simple, was absolutely precise, striking the core points of her nerves and muscles that often created feelings of discomfort when stressed.
Withdrawing the first press, he pushed forward again as if kneading her skin. Annie felt a pleasure and comfort she rarely ever felt from cracking her joints.
Encompassed by the relief of his touch, she felt like she was melting, temporarily losing the sensation in her clenched fists. Her mouth hung open, moaning from ecstasy without even realizing it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!" Her breath trembled repeatedly.
"Breathe, ma’am. Relax, let it happen."
Even though he had an ulterior motive, there was still a need to give her her money’s worth.
Speaking to sound professional, he grabbed and lifted her right arm, which had been oiled, and locked his grip around it before pulling toward her wrist.
Crack!
Her elbow gave out a stretched cracking sound, and her moans only got louder.
Proceeding to stretch and crack her fingers, he set her arm down and did the exact same to her other arm.
"Arrrrrgghhhhhh! Oh my goodness—hmmmmmmmmmmmm!! This feels so good!"
While Miles gave her time to catch her breath, Annie regained sensation in her arms and couldn’t be happier feeling how effortless it was to perform basic movements.
For a moment, she forgot about Miles’ bulging pants and felt innately relaxed until she heard his voice again.
"Good, this is just the first step."
"Huh?"
Annie opened her eyes, tilting toward the source of the shadow that covered her, and saw Miles’ bulging pants once again. She froze, her breath catching before she regained her composure.
Crap! I completely forgot. Filled with greater curiosity than ever, she traced the form of the bulge properly this time and was left with no doubt.
Yeah, stare all you want and let that pussy drip. Time to get rid of this disgusting underwear.
Having endured the unjust sight of the black sports underwear on such a wonderful body, Miles quickly found an excuse to get rid of it.
"I’m sorry, ma’am. I haven’t dealt with material like this before, so it’s difficult to perform my techniques."
Miles said, promptly waking Annie from her daze of staring at his bulging cock.
Looking up at him, her expression flickered with lust, surprise, and confusion as to what he was referring to. Piecing the word technique to the marvelous feeling she had just experienced, she realized it was crucially important and wanted to help out.
"What is that?—" Annie asked, but the moment she spoke, she instantly sensed Miles’ eyes brazenly admiring her boobs and paused, sharply taken aback.
...my boobs?
Annie thought in surprise. Having never thought much of her two firm, petite breasts, seeing Miles stare at them like that stirred up certain emotions.
Pretending to address her confusion, Miles spoke up quickly.
"Sorry, I was referring to your bra. It’s exceptionally tight, right? It doesn’t help with promoting blood flow."
"Oh?"
Annie muttered, speechlessly arching her neck so she could glance at her chest. Truly, it was just as Miles said.
"Sorry, I—" She wanted to say she could have put on something lighter, but froze upon realizing the only other simple underwear she had was a bikini and the embroidered set for her wedding.
Holding back her words, she glanced up at Miles’ face.
"I mean, what’s the solution?" she asked.
Well, this is going to be surprisingly easy.
"I’ll have to take it off."
Contrary to his gleeful thoughts, he appeared composed with a straight face, as if taking off her bra was no big deal.
My bra?
Annie thought, appearing stunned, and wanted to ask if that was normal. But she paused upon seeing Miles’ nonchalant eyes, which didn’t seem the least bit interested in her body.
He’s probably done this several times. It doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.
Staring at him intently, Annie nodded approvingly and lowered her guard.
"Thank you, ma’am," Miles promptly said, slipping his fingers beneath her bra band, about to swiftly pull it up when Annie snapped her hand up to grab his wrist.
Oh fuck. Another Helen?
Irked by the experience he had taming Helen, Miles barely restrained himself from frowning in displeasure, thinking Annie wanted to reconsider her choice.
"I’m not old, alright? I’m only 25 and you’re 17. You don’t have to address me so strictly like an old woman. Just call me Annie," Annie said, looking into his eyes.
Huh?
It was Miles’ turn to be taken aback. He was silent for a second before agreeing.
"So... Annie?" he asked after a split-second pause. Annie nodded approvingly and let go of his wrist.
Hehehe. Miles laughed inwardly and proceeded to pull up her bra.
Activating Blissful Hands, her swollen, small, erect nipples were exposed. Her breasts were small but round, looking firm due to constant workouts, but also very tasty.
Fuck! How would it feel to suck them?
Having never tasted breasts like these, Miles almost lost his professional act. His dick twitched hard in his pants, and a sudden idea struck him.
While Annie held her breath in silence the moment he pulled it up, she closed her eyes, already adjusting her arms so he could easily remove it. But a second later, his movement stopped halfway through. Stirred by the realization of what he was doing, she tried to look up at his face to confirm, but was blocked by her bra.
Hesitant, her eyes shifted and landed on his bulge, then she noticed it begin to twitch.
It’s real... that big thing. The thought echoed in her mind, stirring every part of her body with heat.
Just as she was on the edge of giving in to an intrusive thought, Miles made his move and brushed his index finger ever so slightly against her nipple.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!"
Annie sharply gasped, jolting her waist upward, her eyes widening in disbelief and shock. Her face flushed with the brief moment of ecstasy.
Before she could comprehend what had just happened, Miles acted hastily and brushed his palm against her other nipple.
"Shit, sorry!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
His alarmed apology mixed with her sharp moan. Using her disoriented state from the effect of his Blissful Hands, he quickly pulled off her black sports bra and dropped it onto the floor.
Presented with the view of her completely bare upper body—oiled up, with her feminine abs and muscles strikingly defined—Miles’ cock twitched in his pants, and a fetishized desire to feel her muscles with his dick bloomed in his heart. Especially her round, small, firm breasts.
He stayed silent by her side and savored the view while waiting for her to recover from the bliss.
"Annie? Are you okay?" he called out to her face after seeing the bliss fade into a lost, vacant look.
Annie nodded dumbly, experiencing a state of paralysis from the sudden flash of pleasure that struck her core. Her legs instinctively clamped together as she stared at his face, gathering moisture and heat as a certain emotion bloomed in her heart.
"Thank goodness," Miles expressed with a relieved sigh, then went on to apologize. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to."
"...It’s okay." After a brief, silent second, Annie spoke up, her voice faint with her eyes fixed on his bulge.
Holding her breath, she did something that made Miles pause.
Unable to hold back her curiosity, her hand launched toward his groin and grabbed the bulge.
"Yo!" Miles blurted out in shock at her audacity, staring down at her hand holding his dick through his pants.
Annie froze, disbelief in her eyes as she confirmed it. Hard like a metal pipe, yet somehow fleshy, pulsing at her touch.
Her mind short-circuited.
"It’s really real," she muttered absentmindedly in a daze, readjusting her grip to feel it properly.
Fuck! She’s got me good.
Miles cursed inwardly, barely holding back his urge to groan and show pleasure as she rubbed him.
Just as he contemplated taking action and getting down to the business of shoving it down her throat, his mind spawned another bright idea to maximize the thrill.
"Excuse me, ma’am, what are you doing?" he shouted, putting on an alarmed look as he took a step back.
Huh?
Stunned, Annie regained her senses, glancing at her hand still hanging in the air, then at Miles, who had stepped back.
Confusion welled in her eyes for a split second before she realized what she had done. She was too speechless to say a word in her defense.
"I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to," she blurted out, echoing the exact words he had used, an embarrassed expression on her face as she lowered her hand.
Seeing this, the corners of his mouth twitched as he stepped forward.
"No problem."
With professional decorum, he pretended like nothing had happened and measured both sides of her waist.
"Hmmmmmm," Annie hummed at his touch, and he promptly withdrew.
"Annie, you can tell me if you aren’t comfortable, okay? I’ll now begin the second step of this massage session."
With that, the suspended bed creaked under their weight as he got onto her and straddled her.