Emily continues the massage of John's back and arms

Emily's hands moved with a skilful rhythm, coaxing knots and tension from John's back muscles. His mind, which initially wandered to thoughts of home renovation worries, was soon swept away by the artistry of her touch. The gentle kneading and expert pressure shifted his thoughts towards the realm of serenity.

As her hands worked their magic, John's imagination took flight. His worries about electricity plans and furniture choices for their house began to fade, replaced by the curiosity of Emily's appearance. He tried recalling her face and appearance to his best extent, forming an image of cuteness and attractiveness. This mental escapade offered a pleasant distraction, allowing him to fully immerse himself in the experience.

Emily's hands gradually slowed their movements, and John sensed her withdrawing slightly. He felt the towel being draped back over his back, a gentle and comforting stroke signalling the end of this phase. The world outside the massage room seemed like a distant memory as he remained cocooned in relaxation.

With his eyes still closed, John heard Emily's soft footsteps as she moved to his side. He felt the cool air brush against his left arm as she carefully exposed it from beneath the towel. The soothing sound of pumps followed, and then her hands glided over his arm, her touch like a dance of tenderness.

In his secret thoughts, John hoped that Emily might be impressed when her hands glided over his well-toned biceps. He surrendered himself to the sensations, his muscles responding to her touch with gratefulness. Her hands explored every curve and contour of his arm.

As her hands moved down to his hand, John felt a delicate touch that sent a shiver of pleasure through him. Emily's fingers caressed his own, and he savoured the exquisite sensation of her touch. It was a moment suspended in time, as if she were **** to let go of his hand, and he, too, was in no hurry to break the connection.

Eventually, her touch retreated, and he felt the warmth of the towel enveloping his arm once more. His eyes fluttered open as he heard Emily's movement. He watched her sneakers carry her to the other side of the table, where she began the same enchanting journey with his right arm. The symphony of relaxation continued, each stroke of her hands composing a harmony of serenity that resonated deep within him.