Wife's Short Story 1

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I'd been doing a lot of work and walking a lot the past few days, so I was quite tired and decided to get a foot massage to relax. Being a fan of miniskirts, I always wear skirts so short you could see my underwear when I bend over, and I forgot I should dress more modestly for a foot massage. The receptionist led me to a room on the second floor with three sofas; I sat down on the one against the wall. A little while later, a male masseur with big glasses came in and closed the door behind him. He smiled, looked at my skirt, and asked, "Would you like me to get you some leggings to change into?" I felt a little awkward and laughed, saying, "No need, just get me a jar to cover it." He smiled, returned a moment later with a bath towel, folded it in half, and gently covered my legs. Then he sat down facing me, placed the wooden tub next to my feet, and gestured for me to put my feet in. This was slightly embarrassing; the sofa was a bit low, and he must have seen my underwear when I lifted my feet. After my feet were soaking, he started massaging my calves. I'm very ticklish and wanted to laugh, but I felt it wasn't appropriate, so I held it in. After massaging my calves, his hand moved upwards, slipping under the towel covering my legs to massage my thighs. He smiled and asked, "Are you hot? Are your legs sweating?" I replied awkwardly, "No, it's just the steam." He massaged my thighs with varying pressure, and I finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It's so ticklish! I'm very ticklish." He smiled and said, "Relax, you'll get used to it." After a few times, the atmosphere became less awkward, and we chatted about life and some funny things. After washing my feet, he wrapped them in a towel, moved the chair to my left, and started massaging my legs again. Moving upwards, I still couldn't help but laugh and say, "It tickles!" He patted my curled-up legs and said, "Relax, don't move." His hand slipped under the towel again, kneading my thighs. I giggled. At this moment, his hand didn't stop where it should have; instead, it slipped directly under my skirt, intentionally or unintentionally touching my private parts. I trembled, lowered my head, and blushed. Seeing that I didn't resist, he became even more brazen, groping me through my thong, and asked with a wicked grin, "Still itchy?" I lowered my head, smiled, and shook my head. "Where are we going next?" he asked. "Home!" "Let's go out for dinner!" "I'll treat you to dinner?" I shook my head. Hearing a noise at the door, he quickly put his hand back, pretending to chat with me casually. I guessed the supervisor would come to check from time to time, so he didn't dare to be too presumptuous! Later, he moved to my right side. Seeing that I hadn't resisted before, this time he directly put his hand inside my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and I panicked a little, pressing his hand down and shaking my head. He was sensible and didn't go any further, just rubbing through my underwear. "Don't go back later, let's eat together." "No..." "Do you have QQ?" "Yes, but I don't like using QQ..." Time was up, the supervisor was urging him, he got up seriously to write out the order, gave me a membership discount, and then left with the order. A waiter came to give me my change shortly after, but I was afraid of seeing him again and feeling awkward, so I quickly put on my shoes and ran away...

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