As the music played softly in the background, the masseur's hands glided over the swimmer's tensed muscles. He could feel her body relaxing under his touch, her breathing becoming deeper. He moved down to her legs, kneading the thick muscles, feeling them quiver under his palms.
Suddenly, the masseur stopped massaging. He knelt beside the table and looked into the swimmer's eyes, his face flush with desire. She leaned in to meet his lips, their kiss tender and passionate. As they broke apart, he whispered, "You're so beautiful."
His hands moved up her body, tracing the curves of her stomach, then cupping her breasts. She arched into his touch, moaning softly. He took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently.
