The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as he entered the room. His eyes met hers and she could feel the heat radiating from him. He lay face down on the massage table, closely shaven skin already glistening with sweat. She moved closer, her heart racing as she slid her hands over his muscular back. Her breath was hot against his neck as she began to knead the tension from his shoulders.
Slowly, methodically, she worked her way down his spine, feeling his body respond to her touch. As she reached the small of his back, she paused, her fingers tracing the line of his tattoo. The tension in the room was palpable as she leaned in closer, her breath fanning across the sensitive skin of his lower back.
Finally, she took a deep breath and reached around him, grasping his firm ass cheeks. With a gentle squeeze, she pulled him closer, unable to resist the temptation any longer.
