The studio feels like a warm cocoon. Cedarwood scents the air, soft jazz plays low, and candles flicker with a knowing glow. I’m Jake, 32, lean from running trails, with strong legs and a chest shaped by effort, not weights. My dark hair stays tousled, hazel eyes catch light when I grin, which happens often, especially when I’m intrigued. Right now, I’m face-down on the table, towel slipping, shoulders tight from a desk job I loathe. I’ve asked for a hard massage, expecting relief, not a revelation.

Lily walks in, and my mind stumbles. She stands 5’6”, long blonde hair spilling from a loose bun, golden strands shimmering softly. Her tanned skin glows, and a black tank top clings to her curves, accentuating her full, round breasts, the bra’s edge just visible. I imagine them free, warm in my hands. Her leggings hug thick thighs and a firm, sculpted ass that moves with quiet grace. Blue eyes glint with mischief, her smile warms the room, and her smooth voice pulls me in.

“You’re Jake? After a hard massage?” She tucks a strand of hair back, her tone light but curious.

I grin into the cradle, charm slipping out. “That’s me. Think you’re up for it, Lily?”

She laughs, a bright, real sound that hooks me. “I’ve got you. Just don’t squirm, or I’ll have to get firm with you.”

Her hands press my shoulders, strong and sure, working deep into knots. I groan, caught by her skill. “You’re not holding back.”

“Told you.” Her voice carries a smile, a hint of respect in it. “Let me work, and you’ll feel human again.”

She leans over my upper back, pressing harder, and her breasts brush my head, soft and brief through the cradle. My pulse quickens, her lavender scent mixing with a trace of sweat. I keep it light. “That’s an extra perk.”

She chuckles, steady but intrigued. “Just the table’s doing. Relax, you’re safe with me.”

Her hands glide down my spine, firm and skilled. We chat, and I admit my job’s a grind, humor dry. “Pays the bills, but I’d rather be anywhere else.”

“Sounds like you’ve earned this.” Her voice softens, connecting, not just polite.

I mention running, my legs proof of it, lean and tough. “You do the coastal paths?” Her fingers pause, interested.

“When I’m not stuck at a desk.” I smirk, feeling her attention shift. “You?”

“Every chance I get.” She brightens, a spark flaring. “The ocean’s my reset.”

Her hands move to my arm, leaning close. Her breasts graze my hand, a fleeting, heavy touch. I stay cool, disciplined. “You’re making it tricky to unwind.”

“Just giving what you asked for.” She hums, a new warmth in her tone.

“Turn over.” She steps back, watching me.

I flip, eyes opening to her tank top clinging tight, cleavage deep, nipples faintly outlined. Her leggings reveal a sliver of toned stomach. She catches my look and raises a brow. “Ready to settle down?”

“Trying.” I smile, hazel eyes meeting hers. “You’re not helping.”

She smirks, subtle. “Focus on the massage, Jake. I’m still on duty.”

Her hands work my chest, leaning in, her breasts brushing my ribs lightly. I’m hard, the towel failing to hide it, my frame taut under her touch. She glances down, pausing. “Looking livelier.”

“Hard not to.” My grin keeps it easy. “You’ve got a gift.”

“Just doing my job.” She meets my eyes, curiosity flickering.

Her touch lingers as we talk movies, old comedies sparking her grin. “You’re a Monty Python fan?” Her fingers trace my lean shoulder. “Didn’t see that coming.”

“Full of twists.” I watch her laugh, real and easy.

I feel her warmth, her quiet strength mirroring mine. I sit up, voice steady. “You’re working hard, Lily. Let me give you a turn.”

She tilts her head, blue eyes searching. “You? Massage me? That’s a stretch.”

“I’m game.” I smile, letting her see my spark. “Might even surprise you.”

She laughs softly, blonde hair loosening. “Alright, Jake. Show me up.”

She climbs onto the table, face down, tank top riding up. I straddle her thighs, her ass firm in those leggings, and press into her shoulders, my hands steady. “How’s that?”

“Not bad.” Her voice eases, trusting. “You’re picking it up.”

I slide lower, brushing her sides, feeling her heat. She hums softly, and I grin. “Told you I’d get you.”

She rolls over, eyes dark, blonde hair wild. “Enough buildup.”

I grip her hips, firm and full, murmuring close. “Here we go.”

She smiles, fierce yet soft. “You’re in deep now, Jake.”

She yanks off the towel, straddling my thighs with purpose. Her tank top lifts, and her breasts spill out, full and tanned, rosy nipples firm and inviting. I stare, mesmerized by their weight. “Jesus, Lily, those are deadly.”

“Like the view?” She shakes them playfully, a teasing glint in her eyes. “They’re yours now.”

I grab them, hands sinking into their softness, thumbs circling her nipples. She moans, pressing closer, her breath quickening. “Keep going.”

She slides down, peeling off leggings, revealing a round, sculpted ass that catches the candlelight. She kneels between my legs, blue eyes locked on mine, her breasts brushing my thighs. “My shot.”

Her hands wrap my cock, long and thick, stroking once before her lips part. She teases the tip with her tongue, swirling slow, then takes me deep, her mouth hot and tight. I groan, hips twitching as she works me, sucking with a rhythm that’s pure skill, her tongue flicking the underside, lips gliding smooth. It’s electric, every pull sending heat up my spine, her confidence making it unreal. “Fuck, you’re unreal.”

“Just warming you up.” She pulls back, grinning, then dives in again, deeper, her throat relaxing to take more, her breasts swaying with each bob.

I’m reeling, her mouth a masterclass, wet and relentless. She climbs up, nails grazing my chest, tracing my runner’s build, and straddles me, sinking onto me slow. Her breasts sway in my face, full and perfect, blonde hair framing her like a golden halo. She looks stunning, tanned skin glistening, curves rolling as she rides, her blue eyes half-lidded with heat. I grab her breasts, sucking a nipple, lost in her. “Shake those for me.”

“Like this?” She rocks harder, her hips circling, breasts jiggling with each thrust, her moans filling the room. “You’re so deep, God, you feel good.”

She rides me with power, thighs flexing, her ass slapping my legs, every move a vision. I grip her hips, then her breasts, feeling her tighten around my cock, thick and pulsing inside her. She’s breathtaking, sweat beading on her chest, hair sticking to her neck, a goddess owning me. She gasps, her rhythm faltering as pleasure builds.

She slides off, stands, and bends over the table, hair cascading, ass high. “Take me here.”

I’m behind her, sliding in, her breasts swaying beneath her as I thrust steady. I reach under, cupping them, squeezing as they move with my rhythm, their weight hypnotic. “Those bounce perfect.”

“Harder, Jake, make ‘em fly!” She pushes back, her ass meeting my hips, voice raw with need.

I thrust deeper, hands kneading her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples as they swing. “These are heaven.”

She tightens, her body trembling, then cums hard, a shudder ripping through her, her cry sharp and wild. “Fuck, Jake, yes!”

I’m close, her climax pushing me to the brink, my cock throbbing inside her. She spins, sensing it, and drops to her knees, eyes fierce. “Cum in my mouth.”

Her lips close around me, hot and eager, taking me deep in one smooth motion. She sucks hard, tongue swirling fast, her hands cupping my base, working me with a skill that’s mind-blowing. Her breasts jiggle below, tanned and full, as she moves, and it’s too much, the heat, the pressure, her command amplifying everything. I groan, hands in her hair, voice breaking. “Fuck, Lily.”

I cum hard, her words triggering a rush so strong my legs shake, pulsing thick and heavy as she takes it all, lips locked tight, swallowing every drop with a slow, deliberate pull. She pulls back, licking her lips, smirking up at me. “Got you good.”

We collapse, sweaty, laughing, her breast pressed against my chest, still warm. “Worth the wait?”

I wheeze, grinning, spent. “I’d trade my soul for a rematch.”