Strip down and get comfy

I take my clothes off quickly, but not urgently, my cock springing up as it frees itself. Emma grins at my hardness and motions towards the table, her wave making the towel slip a bit. "Lie down now, Parker."

I lie face down on the table and try to relax as she drapes a towel over my back, then stiffen as I realize that I didn't see any other towels when I came in, but the one she was wearing!

I start to turn my head, but Emma's hands turn it back straight. "You don't get that yet, my lad... Just lie still." Her hands begin kneading my shoulders softly, a puddle of oil appearing between my shoulderblades warmed by her skin. She stands next to me, her hip resting against mine through the towel, and it's obvious that she WASN'T wearing anything beneath it. I sigh softly as her talented fingers work out the kinks in my muscles and I begin to relax. The fact that sexy Emma Watson is standing, naked, right next to me begins to float away from my mind as her hands make me melt into the table.