Wang Dahai was the only male masseur in the store, and because his massage techniques were so impressive, many customers who usually didn't care much for massages sought him out after doing yoga.

After finishing her yoga, Zhang Jie took a rest and then headed to the massage room.

"Mrs. Zhang, would you like a massage?" Wang Dahai was somewhat excited.

He hadn't expected that his casual remark that day would actually bring Zhang Jie to him.

"Mmm," Zhang Jie felt shy inside, but her exterior remained calm.

Inside, Wang Dahai's heart began to heat up as he said, "Mrs. Zhang, please take off your clothes."

"Do I need to take off my clothes?" Zhang Jie's heartbeat suddenly quickened; she thought it would be a simple massage like last time.

"Yes, you need to take them off, as it's a full-body massage."

He wasn't telling the truth; most clients just needed a quick touch-up without removing any clothes.

However, he knew Zhang Jie was lonely inside.

And since he had always maintained a respectable image in front of her, she probably wouldn't resist too much.

Seeing her a bit nervous, Wang Dahai pointed to the towel on the massage table and said, "Mrs. Zhang, don't worry, I'll cover your private parts during the massage."

Zhang Jie hesitated for a few seconds, then let out a faint "Mmm," and began awkwardly taking off her clothes.

This was her first time undressing in front of a strange man.

Wang Dahai stood by, watching her remove her jacket and bra, revealing her porcelain, smooth skin little by little, his own heartbeat accelerating.

After she removed her top, she bent over to take off her yoga pants.

Soon, she was left wearing only little intimates.

What surprised Wang Dahai was that she was wearing a thong!

That truly was unexpected.

After all, Zhang Jie was a university lecturer, so gentle and demure.

It was hard to imagine she would wear such sexy little intimates.

Noticing Wang Dahai's surprised look, Zhang Jie blushed and quietly explained, "When wearing yoga pants, you have to wear this kind of underwear; otherwise, the outline shows."

Wang Dahai then realized why Mrs. Liu also wore thongs when she wore yoga pants.

It was for convenience.

Immediately, he began to survey Zhang Jie's body.

Her figure was so full, rounded and smooth like jade, her skin fairer than snow, yet not at all flabby. Slim where it should be slim, and flesh where there should be flesh.

Especially her breasts, at least a D-cup.

However, she was fairly shy, crossing her arms in front of her chest, hiding her breasts.

But even so, this action pressed her breasts out into an incredibly spectacular sight.

As for below, the palm-sized black fabric barely covered a patch of forest and ravine.

The two thin straps hanging on her hips looked as if they could fall at any time.

Wang Dahai's voice was a bit hoarse as he said, "Mrs. Zhang, please lie down, and I'll start with your back."

"Mmm."

Feeling endlessly shy, she had indeed come here wanting Wang Dahai to give her a massage.

But she had not expected it to involve stripping off all her clothes.

If she had known it would be like this, she might not have come at all.

She lay down on the massage table, closed her eyes, and did not think further.

Wang Dahai took the essential oil and dropped a few drops on her smooth, slender back, then began massaging her.

He didn't wander with his hands, but Zhang Jie's body was too sensitive.

She barely had been touched when she started making pleasing moaning sounds.

Wang Dahai massaged her while unabashedly admiring her jade-like body.

Her beautiful legs were long, slender, and smooth.

Her delicate back and waist were supple like a willow.

Her buttocks were very firm, like a mountain ridge lying beneath her waist.

Wang Dahai swallowed, patiently massaging her back for over ten minutes before moving to her calves, placing his hands on them.

His hands rhythmically moved from her calves up toward her thighs.

After a while, he pushed from her thighs up towards her buttocks.

Each time he pushed, Zhang Jie's plump buttocks gently quivered.

The extra thong also moved with the trembling flesh, getting caught between the twin hills.

In doing so, her seductive and luscious slit appeared intermittently — partly hidden and partly visible.

Wang Dahai didn't take advantage of the situation, although he had only met her a few times, and even knowing that Zhang Jie's heart was restless and her body yearning for nourishment.

But he still didn't understand Zhang Jie's personality well and dared not be too reckless.

Yet he still underestimated Zhang Jie's sensitivity; beneath the trembling of her buttocks, her lips parted slightly, and she began to softly moan.

That piece of fabric grew gradually moist, and her legs involuntarily clenched together.

Aware of this, she quickly shut her mouth to stop those embarrassing sounds.

A few minutes passed, and Wang Dahai said, "Mrs. Zhang, turn over please, I'll massage the front for you."

"Hmm."

Zhang Jie, relieved, let out a breath.

The massage was too pleasing, and though Wang Dahai's hands maintained decorum, it still brought her waves of pleasure.

She turned over, momentarily forgetting she wasn't clothed, and her bare breasts were exposed directly before Wang Dahai, whose eyes nearly popped out.

Wang Dahai quickly picked up a towel and covered her.

Immediately, he began to knead.

He started massaging Zhang Jie's abdomen, slowly pushing toward the breasts, stopping at the lower half of the mounds.

And as he pushed, her breasts swayed showing their elasticity.

"Oh, that feels so good, Dahai, your technique is really great," she said intentionally to cover any moans.

After massaging her abdomen, he moved next to her calves and slightly parted her legs.

The parting also shifted the fabric at the crotch, revealing half of the beautiful valley.

Wang Dahai took a quick glance at a hint of pink.

He massaged honestly, swiftly moving up to the base of her thighs.

At the same time, he saw the orchard more closely.

There, traces of clear moisture continuously emerged, the wet thong completely clinging to the gate of pleasure.

The massage table beneath her buttocks was soaked through a large area.

"Dahai, use some strength, oh, that's so comfortable," she said.

Her eyes lightly closed, her hands tightly grasping the massage table, and Wang Dahai's kneading hands on her thighs brought her delightful pleasure.

Seeing such a strong response from her, Wang Dahai intentionally said, "Mrs. Zhang, hasn't it been a long time since you've been intimate with someone?"

"Huh?" Zhang Jie sobered up quite a bit, shyly saying, "How did you know?"

Wang Dahai said, "I noticed when I was massaging you just now. Your body seems somewhat damp, which could be due to not being intimate for a long time."

"What should I do?"

"It's simple, just maintain a normal frequency of intimate relations."

Hearing this, Zhang Jie merely gave a bitter smile, saying nothing.

Wang Dahai, knowingly pretending to be ignorant, asked, "What's wrong, Mrs. Zhang?"

After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Jie said, "My husband hasn't been intimate with me for a long time."

"Ah? How come?" Wang Dahai feigned surprise.

"Let's not talk about that. You just mentioned dampness, is there another way to resolve it?"

"Yes, there is."

"What is it?"

Wang Dahai, waiting just for her to ask, seriously said, "It's simple, just release it."

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