Breast Massage

An innocent Rachel bobbed over to me enthusiastically, taking her hands off her breasts. "Okay!" she chirped, her heavy breasts falling freely. "What's next?" She stood naked before me, her nipples hardening in the cool air.

"Lie down," I commanded, patting the hardwood floor. "Face up. We need to assess your pectoral tension." She obeyed instantly, lying flat with her arms at her sides. Her breasts spilled outward, soft and inviting. I knelt beside her, my gut pressing against her hip as I spread thick massage oil across her sternum. The sharp scent of eucalyptus filled the room.

"Relax," I murmured, palms sliding upward. My thumbs circled her nipples deliberately. She gasped, arching into my touch. "Sensitive?" I asked, watching her eyes flutter shut. "Good. That means blood flow is improving." My hands drifted lower, coating her ribs and abdomen in slick oil. Her skin trembled under my palms.

John’s frantic pacing echoed outside the door. *Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.* Rachel tensed at the sound. "Ignore him," I commanded, pressing firmly into her diaphragm. "Focus on my hands." I traced the curve of her hipbones, then slid lower, slicking the delicate skin of her inner thighs. She shuddered, legs parting slightly. So trusting. So stupid. My knuckles brushed the trimmed curls between her legs. "Muscle adhesion here," I lied, circling closer. "Requires deep-tissue work."

Her breath hitched as I pressed a thumb against her moistening entrance. "This might… feel invasive," I warned, watching her eyelids flutter. She nodded, biting her lip. *Thump-thump-thump*—John hammered the doorframe. "Rachel! Answer me!" Rachel whimpered, hips lifting unconsciously. "Shhh," I soothed, sliding a finger inside her slick heat. She gasped, back arching off the floor. Her breasts jiggled with each shallow breath. "Good girl," I murmured. "Just releasing tension."

Two fingers now, curling deep where she clenched around me. Her moan was low, throaty. Outside, John roared—a muffled, **** sound. Rachel’s legs fell open wider, heels digging into the hardwood. Sweat beaded on her upper lip. "Rob… it’s… intense," she panted, hips pistoning against my hand. The musk of her arousal mixed with the eucalyptus oil. I added a third finger, stretching her. Her inner muscles fluttered like a trapped bird. "Almost there," I lied, thrusting slow and deep. Her eyes snapped open—dazed, trusting.

Her climax hit violently. Back arched like a bowstring, breasts heaving as she cried out—a raw, shuddering wail that drowned John’s pounding. Her body convulsed, slick coating my knuckles. I withdrew abruptly as she trembled through the aftershocks. Her chest rose and fell in ragged gulps. "W-what was that?" she whispered, dazed fingers brushing her own damp thighs.

"Muscle release." My voice stayed flat, clinical. "A severe fascial adhesion tore loose. Common in neglected pelvic floors." Her wide eyes blinked, trusting. I hid my smirk. She bought it. Hook, line, sinker. "Just toxins flushing out." I nodded toward the wetness smeared across her skin. "See? Proof."

Rachel trembled, still panting. "It... it felt like fireworks." She touched her lower belly, fingers sticky with her own slickness. "Is that... normal?" Her innocence was a ****. I wanted another dose. Outside, John’s pacing had stopped. Dead silence. Good. He knew.

My oiled hands drifted upward, palms slicking the soft swell beneath her ribs. "We assess tension systematically," I stated, fingers climbing toward her breasts. "Pectoral muscles first." Her nipples hardened into tight buds as my thumbs brushed their bases. She gasped, a soft hitch in her throat. "Sensitive?" I pressed the heel of my hand against the underside of her left breast, lifting its full weight. Heavy. Warm. Perfect. My fingers kneaded the soft flesh in slow circles, feeling it yield like ripe fruit. The scent of her arousal—musky and sweet—mixed with eucalyptus oil. Her breathing quickened.

"Relax," I murmured. My thumb and forefinger found her nipple. I squeezed gently. *Pinch.* She arched off the floor with a sharp cry. "Muscle spasm," I declared, pinching harder. "Sign of poor circulation." Her nipple darkened under my fingers, pebbled and straining. Rachel whimpered, hips twisting. "Pain means progress," I lied, shifting to her other breast. Another deliberate *pinch,* sharper this time. Her back bowed, breasts thrusting toward the ceiling. Sweat glistened in the valley between them. Outside, John’s muffled shout cut through the silence. She flinched.

"Focus!" I barked, startling her. My palm flattened over her sternum, pressing her spine into the hardwood. "Don’t distract me." Rachel froze obediently. I knelt higher, my knees trapping her thighs. Her breasts trembled with each shallow breath. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered my head toward her right nipple. Her gasp echoed as I blew cold air across the stiffened peak. "Testing nerve response," I muttered. Then—*quick flick*—my tongue darted out. A wet stripe over her areola. She shuddered violently.

"Rob, that—"

"Clinical," I cut her off, sealing my lips over the nipple, sucking hard.

"Oh god!" Her fingers scrabbled against the floorboards. I sucked deeper, tongue swirling, pulling her flesh into a tight peak. Her hips jerked upward, grinding against my gut. Outside—a choked sob. John’s hearing this. Good.

I released her nipple with a wet *pop*. It glistened, swollen crimson. "Excellent capillary refill," I lied, moving to the left breast. Same treatment. Sucking. Biting lightly. Her moans pitched higher, raw and needy. My free hand slid down her belly, through slick curls, finding her swollen clit. *Rub. Fast circles.*

Rachel convulsed. "D-don’t stop!" she begged, back arching wildly.

My fingers plunged back into her dripping heat—*three fingers now, scissoring*.

"Muscle memory," I growled against her breast. "Your body’s recalling neglected functions." She screamed, thighs clamping around my wrist as another orgasm ripped through her. Wetness gushed over my knuckles.

I withdrew slowly, coated in her glistening pink juice.

"Internal flush confirmed," I announced, holding my sticky fingers before her dazed eyes. "Fat cells dissolving."

She panted, trembling. "Th-thank you, Rob."