Two days later, my body finally wasn't as swollen, but my pussy was still so sensitive that the slightest touch made it tremble. When I woke up in the morning, my fuck buddy was leaning against the headboard scrolling on his phone. He suddenly looked up at me and said, "Let's get a massage today. Find a more private place."
I nodded. My ex-boyfriend was sitting in the chair by the window. When he heard this, his Adam's apple visibly bobbed, but he didn't ask anything.
I put on today's outfit: a red shiny spaghetti strap tank top. The fabric had a thin leather-like feel, the straps so thin they were almost just two lines. The neckline was cut very deep, pushing my breasts up high and full, the cleavage almost spilling out. Below was a pair of black shiny super short shorts, the hem riding above my ass line, hugging tight and short. On my legs were red knee-high socks, the tops digging into soft flesh, and a ponytail.
Nothing underneath the shorts. My pussy still had remnants of what was pumped into it the past few days, and walking would make the shiny fabric lightly rub against it.
My fuck buddy had booked a private room at a Thai-style massage parlor in advance, located a bit out of the way with few customers. After arriving, he spoke a few sentences in English to the front desk. The receptionist glanced at us, nodded, and led the way. The private room wasn't big, with a wide massage bed and a simple screen. The air was filled with the scent of essential oils.
The masseuse was a local girl. After she came in, my fuck buddy directly said to her in Thai, "Only do her. We'll take care of ourselves." The masseuse hesitated for a moment but still nodded and started helping me undress.
The red tank top was lifted up, and the black shiny shorts along with the red knee-high socks were pulled down to my knees. I lay face down on the bed, my completely naked lower body fully exposed in front of the two men. Essential oil was poured on my back, and warm palms began pressing down. But I couldn't focus at all—my fuck buddy was standing right by the bed, his gaze unabashedly fixed on my ass and between my legs. My ex-boyfriend was being held by the shoulders and forced to stand closer.
Halfway through the massage, my fuck buddy suddenly reached out and pushed the masseuse's hands away. "Get out. You can do the feet later."
The moment the door closed, only the three of us were left in the private room.
My fuck buddy skipped any foreplay. He flipped me over onto my back, spread my legs and placed them on the edge of the bed. The black shorts and red knee-high socks were still hanging on one ankle, the red tank top pushed up above my chest, breasts fully exposed. His 19cm cock was already fully hard, the head pressing against my untouched but already soaking wet