In the dimly lit room, Jessica could barely make out her neighbor's figure on the massage table. She listened intently as he began to moan softly, the sounds echoing off the walls. Suddenly, he gasped and arched his back, giving her permission to continue.
Jessica's skilled fingers dug deeper into his tense muscles, tracing circles and lines that seemed to relieve his built-up tension. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, and the growing bulge in his shorts. She knew what he wanted and needed, and she was more than willing to oblige.
Without warning, she slipped her hand under the elastic waistband of his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. It was bigger than she had anticipated, but she took it in stride, stroking him steadily.
