Emily moves over to John's legs

As Emily's attentive hands wrapped up the massage of his other hand, John revelled in the delicate sensation of her touch. A part of him acknowledged that this was likely part of her practiced routine, something she did for every client. Yet, a spark of hope danced within him, suggesting that perhaps she lingered just a fraction longer on his skin because there was something special between them.

His mind played with this thought as Emily deftly covered his arm with the towel, her movements graceful and fluid. He sensed her footsteps moving to the opposite end of the table. Anticipation welled within him, each sound a note in the symphony of his relaxation.

With a gentle touch, Emily uncovered his left leg, arranging the towel in a manner that exposed his leg and most of his left buttock. John's mind toyed with curiosity – did this positioning provide her a glimpse of his most private parts? The question tickled at the edge of his thoughts, both amusing and titillating.

Emily's hands embarked on their journey anew, starting with John's foot. She began with delicate circles, her touch sending ripples of tranquility through him. As her hands moved upward, to his ankles and calves, John felt himself sinking deeper into the realm of relaxation she wove around him.

With a practiced grace, Emily's hands ascended further, traversing the terrain of his calf up to his thigh. John's breaths deepened, his body responding to the skilful ministrations of her touch.