Mrs Johnson's second massage.

Mrs. Elena Johnson’s hands trembled slightly as she gripped the steering wheel, pulling into the same discreet parking spot outside Fantasy Massages. It had been two weeks since her first visit, yet she hadn’t stopped thinking about Michael’s hands on her body. The memory of her orgasm under his skilled fingers had replayed in her mind every night, leaving her wet and restless. Today, she was back for her second appointment, and she knew it would be different.

She wore a simple sundress with nothing underneath. The receptionist greeted her with a knowing smile and led her straight to Room 7 again.

“Michael will be right in, Mrs. Johnson. Enjoy your session.”

Elena’s pulse quickened. She slipped out of her dress, completely naked this time, and lay face-down on the warm table, not bothering with the sheet. When the door opened, Michael’s deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“Back so soon? I’m glad.” He sounded genuinely pleased. “You look relaxed already.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about last time,” she admitted softly.

He warmed the oil and began exactly where he’d left off before—strong, confident strokes along her back and shoulders that quickly melted her tension. But Elena was bolder now. As his hands worked down to her waist and hips, she let out soft, encouraging moans and shifted her thighs apart invitingly.

Michael read her signals perfectly. The sheet was discarded completely. His oiled palms glided over the curve of her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks as his thumbs teased dangerously close to her pussy. She was already soaked.

When he finally slid two fingers inside her from behind, Elena gasped and pushed back against his hand. “That feels so good, Michael…”

He worked her slowly, deliberately, until she was trembling on the edge. Then he gently turned her over. Her nipples were hard, her chest flushed. Michael’s eyes darkened with desire as he massaged her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers while she arched into his touch.

Elena couldn’t wait any longer. She sat up on the edge of the table, her eyes level with the growing bulge in his black scrubs. Looking up at him with heated confidence, she reached out and ran her palm over the thick outline of his cock.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered.

Michael’s breath hitched. “Are you sure?”

She answered by tugging his scrubs down. His impressive cock sprang free—long, thick, and already leaking at the tip. Elena wrapped her hand around the base, stroking him slowly as she leaned in. She licked a slow circle around the head, savoring the salty taste of his precum, then took him deeper into her warm mouth.

Michael groaned, one hand gently resting in her hair as she began to suck him. Elena was eager and surprisingly skilled, hollowing her cheeks and sliding her lips up and down his shaft. She took as much of him as she could, her tongue swirling along the underside while her hand stroked what didn’t fit. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the quiet room.

“Fuck… Elena,” he breathed, his hips rocking gently.

She looked up at him, eyes watering slightly but full of lust, and doubled her efforts. She bobbed faster, sucking harder, one hand cupping and gently massaging his balls. Michael’s grip tightened in her hair as his breathing grew ragged.

Elena moaned around his cock, the vibration making him twitch. She wanted this—wanted to make this strong, controlled man lose himself because of her. She took him to the back of her throat again and again until his thighs tensed.

“I’m close,” he warned, giving her the chance to pull away.

Instead, she sucked him deeper, eyes locked on his. With a deep groan, Michael came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum across her tongue. Elena swallowed every drop, milking him until he was spent, then licked him clean with soft, satisfied strokes of her tongue.

She sat back, lips shiny, a proud little smile on her face. Michael pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.

“That was incredible,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re full of surprises, Mrs. Johnson.”

Elena laughed softly, glowing with arousal and newfound confidence. “We still have half the session left…”

Michael’s eyes sparkled as he gently pushed her back onto the table. “Then let’s make sure you leave here completely satisfied.”