A Secret Encounter at the Spa

I am a university student working part-time at a men's spa.

It's a wholesome spa where nothing inappropriate happens.

The male clients wear thongs during the treatment,

which often leads to misunderstandings, causing some trouble.

One day, a man in his mid-40s, muscular and with short hair, came in.

I was assigned to give him a treatment,

and I noticed his skin was tanned with clear swimsuit lines, and it was so beautiful that I couldn't help but say,

"Your skin is beautiful."

He replied,

"Not really, it's dry because of my age..."

During the conversation, I learned that he volunteers as a lifeguard,

and usually works as an administrative scrivener.

When I was massaging his firm body, it occasionally twitched, so I asked,

"Is it ticklish?"

"No, it's just sensitive..."

"This is an important part of the treatment,"

I said, enjoying his reactions, and occasionally touched him lightly.

When he was lying on his back, I noticed his groin was very prominent.

Normally, I would cover it with a towel, but it looked so fitting and cool that I continued the treatment as it was.

While working on his upper body, I touched his nipple, and he let out a sound,

"Ah."

I asked,

"Is this a weak spot?"

He apologized,

"Sorry,"

so I deliberately played with his nipple, and his groin swelled visibly, becoming fully erect.

He tried to cover it with his hand, so I said,

"Relax,"

and moved his hand away.

It was so large that I couldn't help but stare.

He covered his eyes with a towel, looking embarrassed.

While stretching his lower body, it slipped out of his underwear, so I said,

"It's in the way, I'll remove it,"

and he said,

"What?"

but I took it off.

It was the first time I had a client who endured so much, so I might have been a little curious.

He was so unresisting that I occasionally touched him lightly, but when I touched the tip firmly, he squirmed.

Since he couldn't see me, I licked it with my tongue, and he calmed his breathing,

"Phew."

Finding it amusing, I continued, and he said,

"Nooo,"

and released.

"Oh... you shouldn't. But it can't be helped, it's involuntary,"

I said with a laugh, easing the atmosphere.

When he was leaving the room, he said,

"Thank you,"

and hugged me, suddenly squeezing me tightly, which made me feel strange. When he tried to let go, I hugged him back, looked at him, and closed my eyes, and he gently kissed my lips.

I was startled, my face turning bright red, as I saw him off to the exit.

After that, he always requests me.

And I always make him happy.

It's a secret I can't tell anyone.