Massage Therapy

Massage Therapy Ch. 06

Layla settled onto Ashlyn's couch in her downstairs living room, stretching her legs across the cushions after a nice dinner. The two women enjoyed a delicious meal, catching up on their lives and doing some girl gossiping. The evening was winding down, but Layla felt a lingering thought about her secret session with Goro she still kept a secret from Ashlyn. It felt like a heavy weight on her shoulders she needed to get off. Although Aslhyn playfully admitted to being willing to share her Japanese bull with her, Layla was unsure how she would react when she learned that she went behind her back.

Layla's amber eyes followed Ashlyn as she moved around the couch with a bowl of popcorn and sat down. She took a deep breath deciding whether she should come out clean to her. She pursed her lips and clenched her fists as she sat up, struggling to gather the words to speak to her best friend. As Layla was about to say something, she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house.

Ashlyn curiously tilted her head and got up to walk to the front door. Layla breathed heavily, her heart racing with nervousness and anticipation. As she sat she curiously listened to Ashlyn as she answered the door. About a minute passed and she still hadn't returned. Growing curious, Layla got up and strode toward the front door.

Walking up behind Ashlyn, Layla heard her speak in a hushed tone. Curious, she moved closer until she was directly behind her. Not seeing anyone at eye level, she slowly glanced down to see a familiar old face standing before them; it was Goro.

Layla held her breath as her cheeks became beet red. The old man quickly noticed her and met her eyes with a knowing, gleeful grin. "Ah, kon'nichiwa, it's you again! Ashlyn's friend. Layla, correct?" he put on a feigned tone, pretending not to know her. Layla's heart raced with a mix of anxiousness and intrigue. She was relieved that Goro kept things under wraps, but still, the weight of their secret lingered.

Ashlyn looked back and forth between Goro and Layla, sensing something was off. "Yes, this is Layla," she confirmed, her tone curious. "Goro, what brings you here?"

Goro chuckled softly, maintaining his playful facade. "Ah, I was in the neighborhood after visiting a nearby client and thought I'd drop by and say hello, maybe even join you in this fine evening." Ashlyn suspiciously arched her brow, knowing he had no other clients in her neighborhood.

"You sly old man..."

she thought as her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"Is that right..." Ashlyn murmured, her voice curious and playful. "I don't know, Goro, I have company over.

Goro's beady eyes twinkled with mischief as he glanced at Layla. "I understand completely. I wouldn't want to intrude. But, perhaps I could offer a little something to enhance your evening? Something relaxing and enjoyable for you fine ladies."

Ashlyn's smirk grew, and she exchanged a glance with Layla, who was now blushing furiously but also intrigued. "What do you think, Layla? Should we let him show us what he's got?"

Layla, trying to remain coy, darted her eyes between the two. "Oh, em, I'm not sure... Does he mean a massage?" she uttered, her voice soft and nervous.

Ashlyn rolled her hazel eyes. "Yes, Layla, a massage. What else would it be? He's a masseur," she answered, her tone playful yet reassuring. However, Ashlyn had ideas what this 'massage' might lead to.

The old man chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "Just a massage, my dear. But a very special one. I promise it will be relaxing and enjoyable."

Layla could see the knowing grin on his wrinkled face. Taking a deep breath, allowing her nerves to settle slightly, she responded, "Okay, then. Let's do it, I guess."

Goro smiled warmly, pleased with her decision as the first step of his plan succeeded. "Wonderful! Let's get going, yes?" he said, his voice beaming with eagerness.

"Hmm, of course, please, come in," Ashlyn kindly urged the old man inside. Picking up his special bag, he happily strolled inside the familiar house. "How about I get you something to eat or drink? Go ahead to the kitchen, I'll be there shortly," the caramel wife called out. Goro accepted with a nod and proceeded deeper into the house.

With Ashlyn and Layla alone, they turned to meet each other's gaze. "What the fuck?" Layla urgently whispered, her heart racing.

"What, Layla? He's just going to give us a massage, girl, you need it," Ashlyn calmly assured her friend. Layla's eyes widened, her secret weighing heavier on her shoulders.

"I- I don't need it! I'm totally fine!" she hissed, her fist clenching. Ashlyn's hazel eyes went flat as she rolled them.

"Surrrreee, then why did you accept? If you want, we can just have him leave," Ashlyn suggested, her tone a mix of annoyance and tinged with sarcasm.

Ashlyn's expression softened slightly. "Look, Layla, if you're uncomfortable, we can stop this right now. But honestly, I think this could be good for you. Just relax and let it happen."

Layla hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She worried if her secret would spill with Goro here, or Ashlyn would eventually grow suspicious of their interactions. But the curiosity and excitement were undeniable, and part of her wanted to see where this would lead.

Aware of Ashlyn's illicit affair with Goro and her own link up with him, Layla understood where this would lead. "So, you don't think he's gonna..." Layla pointed out, her voice trailing off.

Ashlyn tilted her head. "He's gonna what?" she echoed curiously.

Layla rolled her eyes. "Try and fuck me??" she exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized.

Ashlyn's eyes widened with a mix of intrigue and amusement. "Hmm, I'm not sure... Perhaps you'll have to find out for yourself. Goro is very skilled. If he does try anything, just be a good girl and let it happen. I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I do."

"You naughty slut!"

Layla screamed to herself as her cheeks flushed and her heart pounded at the thought.

Shaking her head, Layla took a deep breath and composed herself. "Alright, alright! Ugh, I can't believe I'm doing this! Let's go," she hyped herself as she proceeded to the kitchen. Ashlyn proudly grinned, certain that her dirty Japanese bull would try something with her best friend. The thought was so naughty, so taboo, she loved it. She could imagine Goro rocking Lalya's married pussy with that big cock of his. But little did she know, he already did.

They walked to the kitchen where Goro was already making himself comfortable, sipping on a glass of water. He looked up as the beautiful tall, women entered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Ready to get started?" Goro asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Yes, but why don't we get situated upstairs in my bedroom?" Ashlyn suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Goro raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. "That sounds perfect!" he agreed, his voice laced with excitement.

"Your room??" Layla whispered, her expression anxious.

Ashlyn turned to her, offering a reassuring and playful smile. "Yes, my room. It's more private and comfortable. Trust me, Layla."

Layla hesitated for a moment, but the combination of Ahslyn's encouragement and her growing arousal won out. She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Alright, if you say so."

Ashlyn smiled delightfully as she went ahead to her room. "You two wait here for a moment, I need to clean up my room before we begin," she said, quickly climbing the stairs and disappearing, leaving Layla and Goro alone.

Meeting eyes, Goro offered a devious grin as he moved closer to his brunette queen. "What the fuck, Goro?! What are you doing here??" Layla exclaimed, her voice shocked and confused.

Goro's grin widened, his old eyes twinkling with mischief. "I couldn't resist the opportunity to fuck you and Ashlyn together," he replied bluntly, his voice low and seductive. "It's going to be an unforgettable night, don't you think?"

Layla's eyes widened by his brazen words. Her stomach churned, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. "Huh?? My, God... Ashlyn doesn't even know about us yet. What are we going to do??" she whispered urgently, glancing toward the stairs.

Goro placed a finger gently on her lips, silencing her as he grabbed her ass and pulled her close. "Relax, Layla, relax... Everything will be fine. All will be revealed shortly. By the time things become clear to Ashlyn, she will love it," he whispered, his voice low and confident. "Heh, we'll all be too busy fucking to care!"

Layla's amber eyes narrowed as she pondered the idea of having a threesome, let alone with her best friend and a dirty old man who had them in his depraved grasp. The thought was both thrilling and nerve-wracking! However, she could feel the excitement building, mingling with her apprehension.

Before she could respond, Goro took her chin and tugged her face to his as he forced his lips against hers. Layla's initial shock quickly gave way to a whirlwind of emotions--confusion, excitement, and undeniable arousal. His kiss was commanding, filled with a hunger that left her breathless.

"Relax, Layla," Goro murmured against her soft lips, his voice a low whisper. "Just let go and allow me to do my thing. Trust, trust, I will take everything from here."

Layla's body relaxed as she came to terms with her situation. The thrill of the forbidden and the intensity of Goro's kiss caused her loins to clench as her pussy moistened. His right hand on her ass slipped under her jeans, groping and kneading her plush cheeks of hungry desire. Layla became lost in their kiss as they began to twirl tongues and grind against each other.

However, this moment was interrupted when the sudden echo was rapid footsteps from the stairs rang in their ears. The two quickly pulled away. Layla hastily adjusted her appearance, wiping the old man's saliva around her lips with her arm and adjusting her jeans while Goro remained unbothered, licking his lips of Layla's sweetness.

Ashlyn appeared at the foot of the stairs, her are sparkling with excitement. "All set. Come on up," she called out, completely unaware of the intimate moment she had interrupted.

Goro turned to Layla, flashing a knowing grin at her. "Ready??" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Layla took a deep breath, nodding as she tried to steady her palpating heart. "Yeah, let's do this."

Goro allowed Layla up the stairs first. As she climbed the steps, his lecherous little eyes hungrily stared at her voluptuous ass, her jeans perfectly hugging her curves. Once in Ashlyn's room, they saw an open space in the carpet presumably where the session would take place.

"Alright, Goro. I'll allow you to set yourself up," Ashlyn said, gesturing to the open space. She had moved some of the furniture to the side, creating a cozy, intimate area for their session. "If you need anything else, just let me know. Layla and I will get ready."

Goro nodded, setting down his special bag, and arranged his oils and incense. However, the old man stopped Ashlyn and Layla before they departed for the bathroom. "Ashlyn, would you be so kind to help me set up?" he said, a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

Ashlyn raised an eyebrow but smiled. "Of course, Goro. Layla, you can start getting ready. I laid out towels on the counter. I'll join you shortly."

Layla slowly nodded, but before she proceeded she stopped and turned back to Ashlyn. "So... do I get out of all my clothes? Or..." she asked, her voice an unsure whisper; it was a rhetorical question given her past experience with Goro.

Ashlyn glanced at Goro, seemingly exchanging a knowing smile before turning back to her friend. "Of course. How else is he supposed to give you a proper massage?" she said, her tone reassuring and playful.

Layla's cheeks flushed, but she nodded again, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She headed into the bathroom, where she found towels neatly laid out on the counter. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed one and proceeded into the closet to change. She undressed, folding her clothes neatly before wrapping the towel around herself.

After tying her elegant brown hair into a loose bun, Layla took a moment to observe herself. Her amber eyes widened to see how short the towel was. It barely even covered her legs, leaving much of her body exposed. She shook her head, a knowing grin curled on her lips. "Tsk, you naughty slut..." she muttered, catching onto Ashlyn's scheming. It was more than certain that Ashlyn wanted Goro to seduce Layla.

As she left the closet, Layla caught the scent of lavender coming from the main room. Stepping closer to the room, she stopped in her tracks hearing the hushed voices and giggles of Ashlyn and Goro. Layla froze as she proceeded to pick up the subtle sound of lips smacking.

Layla stepped back as her eyes turned their attention to the mirrors. In the reflection, she saw Ashlyn and Goro further in the room. The two were deeply embraced with Ashlyn's back toward her, her silhouette accentuated by the ambient lighting, creating a surreal contrast against Goro's slender, aged frame. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Layla's eyes angled down to see his old, bony hands grabbing at Ashlyn's curvy butt, squeezing and kneading her plush cheeks.

"Goro, stop. Layla will be back any second now," Ashlyn whispered urgently, though her voice carried a playful, teasing tone. She pulled back slightly, just enough to speak, her lips still brushing against Goro's, as if reluctant to fully part. The way she said Layla's name sent a jolt through her, a reminder that she was supposed to be intruding, not the one observing from the shadows.

As Layla continued to watch, her heart skipped spotting Goro's old, sharp eyes meeting hers through the mirror's reflection. Panic surged within her, and she insatiately held her breath, her cheeks flushed deeply as she was caught in her act of voyeurism. She was unsure how to react, her mind racing with conflicting emotions--part of her wanted to flee, while another urged her to stay rooted in place.

Goro, however, didn't miss a beat. His lips remained locked with Ashlyn's, but his gaze held Layla's with an almost predatory intensity. A knowing smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, a silent acknowledgment of her presence. The grip on AShlyn's ass tightened, his fingers sinking deeper into her soft flesh as if to both taunt and reassure Layla that he was fully aware of her secret observation.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Layla took a deep breath and decided to make her presence known, interrupting Ashlyn and Goro's secret moment. "Hey, Ashlyn, do I just leave my clothes on the counter?" she called, raising her voice to ensure she was heard.

Ashlyn flinched, jerking slightly as she snapped back to reality, quickly pushing Goro away. "Uh, yeah! Just leave it on the counter, yeah," Ashlyn responded, regaining her composure.

Goro chuckled softly under his breath, his hands lingering for a moment longer before he stepped back, his eyes never leaving Layla's through the mirror.

Layla stepped back into the bedroom and immediately noticed the flushed expression on Ashlyn's face as she tried to maintain her composure. Ashlyn's eyes darted away, a slight tremor in her hands as she adjusted her hair, but Layla kept her expression perfectly oblivious, pretending not to notice the tension that hung in the air.

"All set," Layla said causally, her tone light and unaffected as if she hadn't just walked in on something intimate. "Although, this towel seems awfully small, don't you think?" she added, fully aware of why that is.

Ashlyn offered a reassuring smile with a hint of deliciousness curling at her lips. "Oh, that? It's important for the massage," she replied, her voice laced with a subtle innuendo. "You wouldn't want it to get in the way, would you?" she continued, her eyes locking with Layla's for a moment longer than necessary.

Rolling her alluring amber eyes Layla shrugged, playing along with the subtle game unfolding between them. With an affirming nod, Ashlyn hid a knowing smile before gracefully striding past her into the bathroom to get ready.

Left alone with Goro, Layla felt the room's atmosphere shift, the air thickened with unspoken tension. She could feel his gaze on her, lingering a moment longer than comfortable, and she met his eyes with a steady, yet curious glance.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Goro. Ugh, what's you're plan??" Layla whispered, her tone laced with urgency and a hint of frustration.

Goro chuckled softly, a mischievous grin spreading from ear to ear. "Hmm, I think you know exactly what I want," the old man replied, his voice dripping with suggestiveness, his eyes glinting with a conference that unnerved her.

Layla narrowed her eyes at him, her mind racing as she tried to piece together his intentions. Deep down she knew why he was here, but too reluctant to fully accept it. The implications of what he wanted, and how it might affect her relationship with Ashlyn, sent shivers down her spine. With a heavy sigh, she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, her defenses wavering as the reality of the situation sank in.

Goro's grin only widened as he watched her struggle with her thoughts, the flicker of doubt and desire in her eyes not lost on him. "You're curious, aren't you? About what it would be like... all three of us together," he murmured, his voice low and almost hypnotic as he took a small step closer to her.

Layla's breath hitched, the words striking at the very heart of her secret thoughts. She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the truth was, the idea had crossed her mind more than once, igniting a dangerous curiosity she had been trying to suppress. "Goro... this is crazy. I... I've never done anything like this before. And with my best friend??" she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Layla's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find the right words, the implications of what she was considering swirling in her mind. The lines between right and, friendship and desire, seemed to blur as she stood there, caught in the magnetic pull of something she wasn't sure she could resist.

Goro's eyes darkened with desire as he took her hips and pulled her toward him. Layla quietly squealed as her body pressed against his, the sudden proximity sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her breath sharpened, her heart racing as she nervously glanced behind, half-expecting Ashlyn to emerge from the bathroom at any moment. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the weight that was about to unfold.

"This is going to happen, Layla," Goro murmured his voice low and husky, filled with unspoken promise. His hands drifted behind her, sliding under her short towel and finding their way to her bare cheeks. The cool touch of his fingers contrasted with the heat radiating from her skin, making her shiver involuntarily.

Layla let out a soft gasp as his firm fingers sank into her flesh, kindling her lust with every squeeze. The sensation was intoxicating as the memories of her erotic coupling with him rushed over her. She found herself leaning into his touch, craving more.

Goro tilted his head towards hers, closing the gap, and capturing her lips with his own. Layla's eyes widened as his tongue swiftly slipped past her lips, eagerly exploring her mouth with a commanding authority that left no room for hesitation. The kiss was intense, filled with a hunger that both thrilled and unnerved her.

For the briefest of moments, Layla tensed, her body instinctively resisting the sudden intimacy. But as Goro's hands continued to knead her flesh and his tongue danced with hers, she felt herself slowly surrendering to the sensations overwhelming her. Her initial reluctance melted away, replaced by a growing desire that she could no longer deny.