The gold lettering on the sign above the door read Golden Lotus Spa.
Marla hesitated for a second, clutching the crisp spa gift certificate between her fingers. Deep Tissue Luxury Experience -- A Gift of Relaxation and Pleasure.
Her husband had smiled wide when he gave it to her, kissing her forehead. "You need to let go, baby. Let them take care of you."
She'd blushed, laughed it off -- but now standing here, robe clinging to her heavy curves, she felt the weight of the moment.
Inside, the air was thick with eucalyptus and something deeper, sweeter. Bamboo plants lined the walls, a fountain trickled low in the corner.
The front desk woman smiled warmly, her hands folded delicately over the counter.
"Welcome to Golden Lotus," she said, her voice smooth. "You won't be disappointed."
Marla smiled nervously, cheeks flushing. "Thanks. It's... my first time doing something like this."
The woman's eyes twinkled but said nothing more. She simply gestured toward a soft leather bench. "Li will be right with you."
Marla sank down, adjusting her robe, pulling it tighter over her tits. Her heavy breasts pushed the fabric open with every breath, threatening to spill free. She folded her hands in her lap, heart thudding.
A door clicked open.
Li appeared: small, wiry, wearing simple black pants and a loose tunic. His presence was quiet but solid, his dark eyes calm and unreadable. "Marla?" he asked, voice gentle.
She stood awkwardly, tugging the robe tighter again.
Li bowed his head slightly, smiled faintly. "Please, follow me."
She trailed him down a narrow hallway into a softly lit room, the scent of warm oils flooding her senses.
Paper lanterns cast golden glows across the white massage table, the linens crisp, the air humming with energy.
"Please undress to your comfort," Li said smoothly. "Lay face down. Cover yourself with the towel. I'll return shortly."
Marla nodded stiffly, waiting until the door clicked closed.
Hands shaking slightly, she peeled the robe from her body.
Her tits swung heavy and free, her nipples stiff from the cool air.
She folded the robe neatly, draping the towel over her hips and lower back, but her upper body remained mostly exposed.
She climbed onto the table, face cradled, arms resting limply by her sides.
Her heart raced.
Quiet footsteps slipped in.
The door clicked shut.
Soft music played low in the background.
Without a word, Li approached.
Warm oil dripped onto her back, making her shiver.
Then his hands -- small, strong, skilled -- descended.
The first touch was safe: kneading her shoulders, digging thumbs into tight muscles.
Marla let out a shaky breath, her body responding before she could even think.
Li worked methodically, hands gliding down the knobs of her spine, pressing, spreading the oil in slow, deliberate motions.
When he reached the middle of her back, his fingers brushed the outer swell of her sides -- dangerously close to her exposed breasts.
Marla stiffened.
Li said nothing.
His touch moved lower, smoothing over her lower back, down to the curve of her hips.
His hands were respectful.
But each time his fingers swept outward, they brushed just a little closer to the edge of her breasts.
She tensed harder.
Her nipples stiffened painfully, dragging against the cool sheet below her.
"You're very tense," Li said quietly, voice close to her ear. "Breathe. Let yourself relax."
She tried. Tried to think of waterfalls, peaceful beaches -- anything but the heat between her thighs.
Li moved lower, massaging her calves, ankles, feet -- kneading them with firm precision.
Marla gasped softly when he pressed into the arches of her feet, a burst of pleasure shooting straight to her plump cunt.
Li's hands glided back up her legs.
This time his thumbs brushed dangerously high along her inner thighs.
Marla's hips jerked slightly.
"Is this pressure okay?" he asked.
"Y-yeah," she breathed, trembling.
More oil. Warm, slick.
Li's hands slid up again, slower now, lingering longer at the soft curve of her upper thighs.
Marla's breath hitched.
"You're very responsive," Li observed quietly.
He moved up again, this time letting his hands fully trace the sides of her torso, thumbs ghosting the underside of her exposed tits.
Her nipples dragged harder against the sheet.
She clenched her fists against the table.
Li's touch grew more confident.
With a slow pass, his fingers brushed the outer swell of her left breast so lightly it could've been an accident.
He made another pass.
Another feather-touch against the tender outer curve.
This time slower. Purposeful.
Marla gasped, barely audible.
Li pressed his palms into her back again, spreading oil in large, slow circles.
Another brush.
A little firmer.
