Day 1
Ray stretched out on the couch, her petite 5-foot frame sinking into the cushions as she listened to her husband, Dan, chat with his friend who’d just arrived. She’d never met Jake before, and she couldn’t help but notice the way his broad shoulders filled out his shirt or the easy confidence in his smile. Ray, with her cascading brunette hair and a body that turned heads—curves in all the right places—was used to attention, but there was something about Jake’s gaze that lingered a little longer than polite.
The three of them were laughing over some dumb story Dan was telling when Jake casually dropped it into the conversation: “Yeah, I’m a masseuse. Been doing it for years.” Ray’s ears perked up. She sat up straighter, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Seriously?” she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “God, I’ve been so stressed out from work lately. My shoulders are killing me. I’d love a massage. Any chance you’d give me a discount, you know, friend-of-a-friend deal?”
Jake’s eyes flicked over her, a spark of something unreadable in them, before he grinned. “Tell you what—swing by my place tomorrow, say 2 p.m. I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Ray clapped her hands together, beaming. “You’re a lifesaver. Thanks, Jake.”
As she laughed—a bright, melodic sound that danced through the room—Jake felt a jolt. That laugh. That body. He was already imagining her on his table, and his mind was racing far beyond a simple massage.
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### Day 2
The next afternoon, Ray showed up at Jake’s home studio right on time, dressed in a tight tank top and leggings that hugged her banger body like a second skin. Jake greeted her with a warm smile, trying to keep his cool as his pulse quickened. She was even more breathtaking up close—those deep brown eyes, that playful smirk. He led her into the dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of lavender oil.
“Alright, Ray,” he said, his voice smooth as velvet. “I can do 50% off for you. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect,” she replied, already rolling her shoulders in anticipation. “You’re my hero.”
He chuckled, gesturing to the table. “Go ahead and undress, get under the sheet. I’ll step out for a minute.”
As he left the room, Jake’s mind was a storm of desire. Since yesterday, he’d been haunted by thoughts of her—her naked skin under his hands, her squirming, her laughing, her breaking under his touch. He wanted to tickle her until she couldn’t breathe, to push her past giggles into something wilder, to make her cum so hard she’d lose count. That laugh of hers—it was a siren call he couldn’t resist.
When he returned, Ray was under the thin white sheet, lying face-down, her bare shoulders peeking out. He started with her back, kneading the knots from her muscles with practiced hands. She sighed, melting into the table, and he worked his way down to her legs. His fingers grazed the backs of her thighs, and a soft giggle slipped out of her.
Jake paused, a grin tugging at his lips. “Are you ticklish?”
Ray lifted her head slightly, smirking. “Only sometimes.”
He laughed, playing it off. “Haha, okay, I’ll be careful.”
For the next 30 minutes, he kept it professional—mostly. His hands roamed her calves, her lower back, her arms, coaxing moans of relief from her lips. But the tension in him was building, a coiled spring ready to snap. Her skin was warm, soft, electric under his touch, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Without warning, his fingers darted to her sides, digging in with ruthless precision. Ray yelped, her body jolting as laughter burst out of her. “Jake! What—hahaha—what are you doing?!”
“Couldn’t resist,” he growled, his voice low and teasing as he attacked her stomach next, his hands relentless. She twisted under him, the sheet slipping as she writhed, her giggles turning into desperate shrieks. He targeted her thighs, raking his fingers along the sensitive inner flesh, then up to her firm, round ass, squeezing and tickling with aggressive abandon.
“Stop—oh my God—hahaha—no, don’t!” she gasped between fits of laughter, but her protests were weak, her body arching into his touch.
Jake flipped her onto her back in one swift motion, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other ripped the sheet away entirely. There she was—naked, vulnerable, breathtaking. Her nipples stood hard as glass, her thighs slick with arousal, her pussy glistening under the soft light. His breath caught, and then he dove in.
His fingers danced over her breasts, teasing the taut peaks of her nipples with featherlight strokes before pinching and tickling them mercilessly. Ray’s laughter morphed into something primal, a mix of hysteria and moans as her body bucked. He dragged his hands down her ribs, across her trembling stomach, and then zeroed in on her inner thighs again, spreading her legs wide. She was dripping, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
“You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he attacked her clit with rapid, tickling flicks. Ray screamed, her laughter breaking into loud, uncontrollable moans. He didn’t let up—tickling her sides, her nipples, her clit all at once, an onslaught of sensation that sent her spiraling. Her hips bucked wildly, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her.
“Jake—fuck—hahaha—oh God!” she cried, her voice hoarse, her body shuddering as she came again and again. He kept going, relentless, tickling every inch of her hypersensitive skin—her armpits, her feet, the crease where her thighs met her ass—until she was a sobbing, laughing, cumming mess, lost in ecstasy.
Finally, he slowed, his hands resting on her quivering thighs as she panted, drenched in sweat and satisfaction. She looked up at him, dazed, a weak smile on her lips.
“Best… massage… ever,” she whispered.
Jake grinned, already plotting the next time he’d get his hands on her.
Ray stretched out on the couch, her petite 5-foot frame sinking into the cushions as she listened to her husband, Dan, chat with his friend who’d just arrived. She’d never met Jake before, and she couldn’t help but notice the way his broad shoulders filled out his shirt or the easy confidence in his smile. Ray, with her cascading brunette hair and a body that turned heads—curves in all the right places—was used to attention, but there was something about Jake’s gaze that lingered a little longer than polite.
The three of them were laughing over some dumb story Dan was telling when Jake casually dropped it into the conversation: “Yeah, I’m a masseuse. Been doing it for years.” Ray’s ears perked up. She sat up straighter, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Seriously?” she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “God, I’ve been so stressed out from work lately. My shoulders are killing me. I’d love a massage. Any chance you’d give me a discount, you know, friend-of-a-friend deal?”
Jake’s eyes flicked over her, a spark of something unreadable in them, before he grinned. “Tell you what—swing by my place tomorrow, say 2 p.m. I’ll see what I can do for you.”
Ray clapped her hands together, beaming. “You’re a lifesaver. Thanks, Jake.”
As she laughed—a bright, melodic sound that danced through the room—Jake felt a jolt. That laugh. That body. He was already imagining her on his table, and his mind was racing far beyond a simple massage.
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### Day 2
The next afternoon, Ray showed up at Jake’s home studio right on time, dressed in a tight tank top and leggings that hugged her banger body like a second skin. Jake greeted her with a warm smile, trying to keep his cool as his pulse quickened. She was even more breathtaking up close—those deep brown eyes, that playful smirk. He led her into the dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of lavender oil.
“Alright, Ray,” he said, his voice smooth as velvet. “I can do 50% off for you. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect,” she replied, already rolling her shoulders in anticipation. “You’re my hero.”
He chuckled, gesturing to the table. “Go ahead and undress, get under the sheet. I’ll step out for a minute.”
As he left the room, Jake’s mind was a storm of desire. Since yesterday, he’d been haunted by thoughts of her—her naked skin under his hands, her squirming, her laughing, her breaking under his touch. He wanted to tickle her until she couldn’t breathe, to push her past giggles into something wilder, to make her cum so hard she’d lose count. That laugh of hers—it was a siren call he couldn’t resist.
When he returned, Ray was under the thin white sheet, lying face-down, her bare shoulders peeking out. He started with her back, kneading the knots from her muscles with practiced hands. She sighed, melting into the table, and he worked his way down to her legs. His fingers grazed the backs of her thighs, and a soft giggle slipped out of her.
Jake paused, a grin tugging at his lips. “Are you ticklish?”
Ray lifted her head slightly, smirking. “Only sometimes.”
He laughed, playing it off. “Haha, okay, I’ll be careful.”
For the next 30 minutes, he kept it professional—mostly. His hands roamed her calves, her lower back, her arms, coaxing moans of relief from her lips. But the tension in him was building, a coiled spring ready to snap. Her skin was warm, soft, electric under his touch, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Without warning, his fingers darted to her sides, digging in with ruthless precision. Ray yelped, her body jolting as laughter burst out of her. “Jake! What—hahaha—what are you doing?!”
“Couldn’t resist,” he growled, his voice low and teasing as he attacked her stomach next, his hands relentless. She twisted under him, the sheet slipping as she writhed, her giggles turning into desperate shrieks. He targeted her thighs, raking his fingers along the sensitive inner flesh, then up to her firm, round ass, squeezing and tickling with aggressive abandon.
“Stop—oh my God—hahaha—no, don’t!” she gasped between fits of laughter, but her protests were weak, her body arching into his touch.
Jake flipped her onto her back in one swift motion, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other ripped the sheet away entirely. There she was—naked, vulnerable, breathtaking. Her nipples stood hard as glass, her thighs slick with arousal, her pussy glistening under the soft light. His breath caught, and then he dove in.
His fingers danced over her breasts, teasing the taut peaks of her nipples with featherlight strokes before pinching and tickling them mercilessly. Ray’s laughter morphed into something primal, a mix of hysteria and moans as her body bucked. He dragged his hands down her ribs, across her trembling stomach, and then zeroed in on her inner thighs again, spreading her legs wide. She was dripping, her clit swollen and begging for attention.
“You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he attacked her clit with rapid, tickling flicks. Ray screamed, her laughter breaking into loud, uncontrollable moans. He didn’t let up—tickling her sides, her nipples, her clit all at once, an onslaught of sensation that sent her spiraling. Her hips bucked wildly, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her.
“Jake—fuck—hahaha—oh God!” she cried, her voice hoarse, her body shuddering as she came again and again. He kept going, relentless, tickling every inch of her hypersensitive skin—her armpits, her feet, the crease where her thighs met her ass—until she was a sobbing, laughing, cumming mess, lost in ecstasy.
Finally, he slowed, his hands resting on her quivering thighs as she panted, drenched in sweat and satisfaction. She looked up at him, dazed, a weak smile on her lips.
“Best… massage… ever,” she whispered.
Jake grinned, already plotting the next time he’d get his hands on her.
