Massage.

Crystal could sense Jonathan's awkwardness as he stood in front of her with his flaccid cock. She could not help but giggle at the thought of a perfect specimen of a man could be so intimidated by her.

"Okay, now that we've finished our shower let's give you a much needed massage," she purred as she stood up.

"Massage?" Jonathan blurted out.

"I put you through a hard workout in the gym," she replied with a smirk and glanced down at his deflated dick. "Your other muscles need a massage."

Jonathan could not argue with her on that point and followed her out of the shower stall. He handed Crystal a towel and was about to dry himself off but she insisted that they help each other dry off. She noticed his cock stir back to life after he cupped her large breasts with his towel. "Sorry," he blushed after realizing he was fondling her tits.

"It's okay," she smiled and wrapped herself with her towel, despite not showing any modesty earlier. Jonathan was about to do the same but she swatted his hands away and led him out of the bathroom to the bed, where she pushed him down. "Roll over on your stomach," she ordered, climbing up on the bed to straddle him.

"Oh, Jesus!" Jonathan groaned when he felt her sharp elbow dig deep into his back muscles.

"Good lord, you're tense!" she mumbled, kneading her her elbow into his knotted shoulder muscles.

Jonathan let out a yelp of pain.

"Doesn't that feel better?" Crystal asked, chopping his broad shoulders and down along his back to his ass cheeks.

"Yeah..." he sighed but then felt the chopping stopped only to be replaced by the softness of her tits pressed against his back. "Crystal?"

"Yeah?" she replied as she rubbed her breasts along his back.

"I've never had this type of massage before," he noted, feeling her nipples against his shoulder blades.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, whispering in his ear.

But before he could answer there was a knock at the door.