As Emily's skilled hands continued their dance across his abdomen, John's body responded with a mixture of relaxation and arousal. The sensation of her touch was like an electric current, sending shivers of pleasure through his skin. He felt a familiar warmth pooling in his lower abdomen, a sensation he'd experienced before during massages but had hoped to avoid this time.
His initial attempt to suppress his body's reaction only seemed to fan the flames. As Emily's hands circled over his abs and chest, he felt his cock slowly stirring to life. He inwardly cursed his body's stubbornness, mentally pleading with it to cooperate and remain dormant.
But despite his silent pleas, his cock had a mind of its own. He winced as he felt it swell beneath the towel, the sensation both exhilarating and mortifying. Panic started to bubble within him as he worried about how to handle this situation without making things even more awkward.
Then, as if mocking his attempts at self-control, he felt his semi-stiff cock slide out from beneath the edge of the towel. His heart raced, embarrassment washing over him in waves. He mentally scolded himself for not being able to keep his body in check.
Seconds later, he felt Emily's movements slow down, and her soft giggle reached his ears. Mortified, he quickly apologised, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment.
Emily's laughter was light and comforting as she reassured him. "Please don't worry, sir. This happens way more often than you'd think," she said in a soothing tone. "It's a natural response to the relaxation and touch. Just relax and enjoy the massage. It'll subside soon enough."
Her words brought a mix of relief and gratitude. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the soothing sensations of her hands on his skin rather than the embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm him.
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