The Scent of Sandalwood

The air in the studio smelled of sandalwood and something else—something sharp and clean, like rain on hot pavement. I’d walked in off the street, my back aching from ten hours in the driver’s seat, and there she was. Yuki. She was adjusting a towel on the table, her black hair pulled back in a loose knot, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She didn’t look up right away.

“You look like you’ve been driving forever,” she said, her voice low, almost a murmur.

“Feels like it,” I said. “Name’s Marcus.”

She finally turned. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and they held mine a beat too long. “Lie down. Face down. I’ll work the knots out.”

I stripped to my boxers and got on the table. The paper crinkled under me. Her hands were warm, oiled, and when she started on my shoulders, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“You carry everything here,” she said, pressing her thumbs into the base of my neck.

“Yeah. Work. Life. The road.”

She hummed, a soft sound that vibrated through her palms. She worked down my spine, slow, deliberate, each press sending a jolt of heat through my skin. Her fingers found the knot at the small of my back and dug in. I groaned.

“That good?”

“That’s… yeah. Fuck.”

She laughed, quiet. “You’re tense everywhere.”

Her hands slid lower, over my ass, and I felt the shift. The air changed. She wasn’t just a masseuse anymore. Her fingers grazed the edge of my boxers, and I felt my cock stir against the table.

“You want me to keep going?” she asked, and there was a roughness in her voice now.

“Yeah,” I said, my own voice thick. “Don’t stop.”

She pulled the boxers down, just past my hips, and her hands were on my bare skin. She worked the muscles of my glutes, her thumbs digging deep, and I could feel her breath on my lower back. Then her hands slid between my legs, brushing against my balls, and I jerked.

“Easy,” she whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

She turned me over. I was hard, my cock standing up against my stomach. She looked at it, not shy, and licked her lips. Then she leaned down and took me in her mouth, warm and wet, her tongue curling around the head. I gasped, my hands fisting the towel.

“God, Yuki…”

She didn’t answer, just took me deeper, her throat relaxing, her nose brushing my pubes. She sucked slow, then fast, her hand working the base. I was close already, too close.

“Wait,” I said, pulling her up. “I want to touch you.”

She smiled, a flicker of something dangerous in her eyes. She undid the tie on her robe and let it fall. Her breasts were small, perfect, with dark nipples that were already hard. She straddled me, her pussy slick against my cock, and I felt her heat.

“You want to fuck me?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She reached down, guided me to her entrance, and sank down. I moaned, feeling her tight, wet walls grip me. She started to ride me, slow, her hips rolling, her head tilted back. Her hands were on my chest, her nails digging in.

“That’s it,” she breathed. “Fuck, you feel good.”

I grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her, and she gasped. Her pace quickened, her breasts bouncing, and I watched her, mesmerized. She was so beautiful, so lost in it.

“Harder,” she demanded.

I flipped her onto her back, my cock still inside her, and drove into her. She cried out, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. I fucked her hard, the table creaking, her moans filling the small room.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop…”

I felt her clench around me, her whole body shuddering, and that was it. I came inside her, hot and deep, my own groan muffled against her neck. She held me there, her legs tight, her breath ragged.

For a moment, we just lay there, tangled and slick. Then she laughed, a soft, breathless sound.

“That was… not standard service.”

I laughed too, my forehead against hers. “I’ll tip well.”

She pushed me off, sitting up, and looked at me with those dark eyes. “Come back tomorrow. Same time. I’ll have the oil ready.”

The door was already open, the street noise flooding in, but I couldn’t move. She was already pulling her robe back on, her smile a promise I couldn’t ignore.

“Tomorrow,” I said, and walked out into the sun, my legs weak, my mind full of her.

CATEGORIES: [Japanese woman, Massage, Stranger, Milf, Rough sex]