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Title: Behind The Curtain: A Voyeur’s Delight

The dimly lit room was filled with the soft, sensual aroma of incense and the gentle sound of flowing water from the stone fountain in the corner. Akari, the skilled masseuse, welcomed her regular client, Hiroshi, into the private massage room. Hiroshi, a successful businessman in his early forties, had been frequenting Akari’s massage parlor for the past few months, always requesting her services specifically.

As Hiroshi undressed and lay face down on the massage table, Akari noticed the slight bulge in his pants. She smirked to herself, knowing exactly what he was hoping for. She had been secretly fulfilling his desires for weeks now, their secret affair adding an extra thrill to their meetings.

Akari started the massage, her delicate hands gliding over Hiroshi’s back, applying just the right amount of pressure. She could feel his body relaxing under her touch, his breathing growing deeper and more steady. As she worked her way down his legs, her hands brushed against his inner thighs, grazing his groin ever so slightly. Hiroshi tensed up, a small gasp escaping his lips.

Emboldened by his reaction, Akari continued her tantalizing touches, her hands moving back up to his lower back. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Just relax, Hiroshi. Let me take care of everything.”

Hiroshi’s heart raced as Akari’s hands roamed over his body, her touch both soothing and exciting at the same time. He could feel his arousal growing, his member hardening beneath the towel. Akari seemed to sense his excitement, her hands lingering on his inner thighs and lower back for just a moment too long.

As Akari moved back up to Hiroshi’s shoulders, she inadvertently brushed her breasts against his back, the soft mounds pressing into him through the thin fabric of her massage top. Hiroshi let out a soft moan, his hips bucking slightly. Akari bit her lip, suppressing a smile. She knew he was growing desperate for more.

Without skipping a beat, Akari slipped her hand beneath the towel, her fingers brushing against Hiroshi’s rigid member. He gasped, his body tensing up as his arousal bloomed into full-blooded desire. Akari continued to massage him, her fingers slowly stroking his length as she leaned down to whisper in his ear again, “Shh, just relax.”

Hiroshi’s breathing grew shallow and erratic as Akari’s fingers worked their magic, stroking and caressing his most sensitive parts. His eyes fluttered closed, his mind consumed with pure pleasure. He could feel the heat building in his loins, a liquid need pulsing through him.

Akari’s fingers moved faster, her touch growing more intense. Hiroshi’s hips bucked in time with her movements, his body crying out for more release. Just as he was about to reach his peak, Akari stopped, pulling her hand away. Hiroshi whimpered, his body aching for her touch.

But Akari had other plans. She moved around to the side of the massage table, her eyes locked on Hiroshi’s as she slowly removed her top, revealing her full, pert breasts. Hiroshi’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry at the sight of her perfect curves. Akari smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes.

She climbed onto the massage table, straddling Hiroshi’s hips as she leaned down to kiss him deeply. Hiroshi moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to cup Akari’s breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his palms. Akari gasped, her hips grinding against his hardness.

Hiroshi’s hands moved down to Akari’s ass, squeezing the firm globes as he pulled her closer. Akari responded by lifting her hips, positioning Hiroshi’s member at her entrance. She looked into his eyes, a question in her gaze. Hiroshi nodded, desperate for the release only she could give him.

Akari lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her completely. They moved together, their bodies merging in a dance as old as time itself. The room fill with the sounds of their passion, the wet slap of flesh against flesh and the soft moans of pleasure spilling from their lips.

Hiroshi’s climax built slowly, the heat in his loins spiraling upward until it exploded in a burst of pure, intense ecstasy. He cried out, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed deep inside Akari’s welcoming heat. Akari followed soon after, her own body quaking with the force of her release.

They lay there for a moment, breathless and spent, their bodies still joined in the most intimate way. Akari leaned down to kiss Hiroshi tenderly, her fingers brushing his sweat-dampened hair from his forehead.

“We should probably get dressed,” she murmured, her lips quirking into a smile. “I have another client coming in soon.”

Hiroshi nodded, reluctant to let her go but knowing their time together was limited. He watched as Akari dismounted, her perfect curves on display as she reached for her clothes.

As they dressed, neither spoke, content to simply bask in the afterglow of their illicit encounter. Once fully clothed, Akari leaned in to plant a final, chaste kiss on Hiroshi’s cheek.

“Until next time,” she whispered before slipping out the door, leaving Hiroshi alone with his thoughts and memories of their passion.

Hiroshi lay there for a moment longer, a satisfied smile on his face. He knew he would be back, just as soon as he could get an appointment with Akari again. The massage was always exceptional, but the extras were what made his visits truly worth it.

As he pulled on his clothes and exited the massage room, Hiroshi couldn’t help but wonder how many other clients Akari was sneaking behind the curtain with. The thought added an extra layer of excitement to his visits, the thrill of the forbidden.

He knew he should feel guilty for participating in such an illicit affair, but the pleasure was simply too great to resist. He made a mental note to always request Akari for his appointments, his mind already racing with thoughts of their next secret rendezvous.

As he stepped out into the bright sunlight, Hiroshi couldn’t help but hum a little tune, his spirits soaring as high as the clouds above him. Akari was a true gem, and he knew he would do whatever it took to keep their arrangement going, both for the exceptional massage and the exquisite extras.

With a spring in his step and a secret smile on his face, Hiroshi headed off to his car, his mind already reliving every delicious moment of their encounter. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he found himself back in Akari’s capable hands, eager for another taste of the forbidden fruit she offered up so sweetly.