Massage 12

Night fell, and the park was bustling with people—dancing, cooling off, buying snacks, and young lovers and old flames meeting in secret. The park's environment was exciting enough for a rendezvous, let alone flirting.
I'd chosen a side path, a less desirable spot for a nighttime stroll. While most people prefer the main road, those with ulterior motives, wanting to do something clandestine, often prefer side paths. So, my supposedly undisturbed spot was disturbed by a few impatient young people. Before they arrived, a group sat down on a bench very close to me, seemingly oblivious to my presence. The boy eagerly began touching the girl, who turned her head and thrust her tongue into his mouth, kissing passionately. His hands roamed over her sensitive areas, frequently stimulating her, while she leaned limply against him, like a ball of cotton. I really didn't have the heart to interrupt them, but if they continued like this, it would definitely affect my plans for the evening. I kindly took out my phone, and the girl immediately noticed the screen's light. She quickly told the boy behind her that someone was there, and the two hurriedly straightened their clothes, disappearing in a panic at the other end of the path. Watching them, I remembered my own youth, when I and my first love had also made love in the dark corners of the park. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the young couple; I had ruined their plans. There are too many stories in the park.
Not long after the young couple left, her husband led her to the spot where the young couple had been intimate, and we began our plan. Our plan had a huge flaw: there were too many mosquitoes in the park in the summer. I had been bitten countless times while hiding in the path, and I figured they had too, especially since she was wearing a skirt; I was wearing trousers, so I was slightly better off. After sitting down, her husband pretended to look around and then saw me. He nodded knowingly to me, then turned to her and said there was no one there. Then, right in front of me, they started flirting. At first, she resisted and muttered something about being indecent, but soon after her husband put his hand under her skirt, she stopped resisting. Perhaps influenced by the park environment, she became a little more proactive. They were sitting side by side on the bench, but after some flirting, the woman changed from nestled in the man's arms to sitting on his lap with her legs spread apart. She was completely unaware of my presence, passionately kissing her husband, rubbing her plump, round buttocks against his crotch, and reaching her arms behind him, pressing her high breasts against his chest, her waist swaying slowly like a water snake, but not daring to move too much. I witnessed all of this, and it shocked me quite a bit. I had thought she was a quiet, respectable woman outside of massage, but I never expected her to be so passionate under the stimulation of the environment and the man's teasing. This contrast deeply moved me, increasing my interest in conquering this woman, and even arousing my own body, which grew stronger as I watched. I loosened my belt, slipped my right hand into my pants, and fiddled with her as if she were sitting on my lap, as if I were supporting her swaying waist.
Her husband's hands weren't idle either, pushing her breasts inward and upward, then around her waist, lifting her white skirt, and slipping his hand inside. I heard the sound of stockings tearing, and soon after, I heard her let out a soft moan. I figured her husband's fingers had reached her most sensitive and tender spot. The speed of her waist movements slowed, but the amplitude increased, as if she was adjusting her position, probably to better accommodate the stimulating fingers. I heard their heavy breathing, a muffled, suppressed urge as they kissed passionately, their tongues entwined, as if they wanted to meld into each other. Just then, her husband stood up, lifted her up, wrapped his left arm around her back, and with his right hand, slipped her white panties under her skirt and casually stuffed them into his pocket. Yes, at that moment, her stockings were torn, her panties were off, and she was naked down there. Perhaps it was the coolness under her skirt that made her feel uneasy, but still caught up in the passion, she didn't pay much attention to her husband's actions. After he finished removing her panties, he held her close, then gave me a look, signaling that I could step in. Yes, it was time for me to enter.
I took out my phone from the depths of the alley and walked towards them. Yes, I used the same trick again, using the light from my phone screen to attract her attention. Sure enough, she noticed the light, whispered to her husband that someone was there, then broke free from his embrace and let her skirt fall. When I got closer, she and her husband saw me. She looked a little surprised and suspicious, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear without saying a word. Her husband and I started our performance.
Her husband: What a coincidence, it's you.
Me: Hello, brother, you're here for a walk too?
Her husband: Yes, we live nearby and come here often. Why don't we walk together?
Me: Sure, I'll treat you to barbecue after we walk. Her husband and I both laughed.
She didn't say a word. At first, her husband walked in the middle, and she and I walked on either side. Perhaps she was suspicious of my appearance, or perhaps she was embarrassed because I might have witnessed her and her husband being intimate. She was probably suspicious and shy, unlike when she was joking with me alone. To create more opportunities for interaction, her husband, after walking for a while, said he needed to get some mosquito repellent from the car and had to leave for a bit. Just as he was about to leave, she said she wanted to go too. Her husband said he'd be right back and told us to keep walking while he took her to the park parking lot, as it would be slower. After explaining, he took off running towards the parking lot, leaving her husband and me, two slightly awkward people.
I approached her with a purpose, so after her husband left, I moved closer to her, getting very close. She seemed to sense something was off, but didn't want to say anything. Plus, she seemed to have some feelings for me, so during our half-hearted walks, she didn't resist much. To others, we just looked like a young couple taking a stroll, just having fleeting thoughts without saying a word. Sometimes my hand would touch hers, sometimes it would brush against her buttocks. I knew she was truly naked underneath; her dress was made of sheer fabric, a very thin layer. I felt as if my hand was directly touching her buttocks; the smooth, delicate feel of the fabric against her buttocks was very pronounced. Each seemingly unintentional touch was like a spark, slowly igniting the desire in her heart, like a snake lurking deep within her mind, about to break free of its cage, flicking its tongue and teasing her nerves. I wanted to hold her hand, shy like a boy secretly in love with a goddess. I told myself to be bolder; I was there to help someone train a respectable wife, but I just couldn't muster the courage. I'm ultimately a man with lustful desires but no guts. We strolled along, intentionally or unintentionally teasing each other, until we reached the end of the park's east gate. Just as I turned back, she smiled at me. I asked her why she smiled, and she said she felt I was a child. I felt this was mockery, mocking my childishness. I couldn't swallow this. I grabbed her hand and dragged her behind a large tree near the east gate, then pulled her into my arms and sealed her lips with mine. She was initially terrified, especially afraid of being seen by her husband or acquaintances. Her eyes widened as I kissed her, and her hand struggled to break free. Although I kissed her lips, her teeth remained clenched, preventing my tongue from probing further. Just as her hand, which I had been holding, broke free from my left hand's grasp, I swept her up to my chest from the front, my hands naturally pressing against her ample buttocks, kneading them through the thin fabric. Her proud breasts, pressed against my chest, changed their rounded shape, lying softly against my skin. I could feel her body softening, her struggles weakening, and my tongue pried open her mouth, entwining with hers. My hands, which had been kneading, became bolder, invasively penetrating her. I lifted her skirt, my fingers moving freely without resistance. I probed deeper and touched her pubic hair. The area beneath it was already wet, flowing down her thighs in abundance. I pushed my fingers further inside. She lightly bit my lip, a muffled groan escaping her throat, her lips emitting soft hissing sounds. My fingers returned to the wetness beneath the pubic hair, stroking the entrance. She tightly clamped my left leg between her legs, burying her head in my shoulder, turning her face to search for my lips. Finding none, she took my earlobe into her mouth, licking it with her tongue. My genitals pressed against her stomach, and soon my hands were completely wet.
Actually, her husband hadn't gone to the parking lot at all; he had followed us from a distance. Later, he told me that he was nearly driven mad by my inaction the whole way, only relaxing when I grabbed his wife's hand. She was hiding not far from a large tree, unable to see our actions, but her husband was experiencing immense stimulation and satisfaction. Everything happened in a flash. We didn't stay together for long. The moment we parted, she looked like a girl who had done something wrong, head down
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fiddling with her skirt, her hair a little messy, her eyes a little unfocused. We turned back to the main path of the park and walked back, still without saying a word. She used this opportunity to tidy her hair and clothes, acting as if nothing had happened. Not long after, we met her husband again. He took out some floral water, squatted down, and slightly lifted the hem of her skirt to spray some on her calves. She looked a little embarrassed and tried to avoid it, then her husband followed her legs and sprayed, while she circled around me. We both laughed. Perhaps we understood each other implicitly, perhaps we were oblivious, or perhaps we saw through it but didn't say anything.
We walked to the parking lot together, and I invited them to have some barbecue. Her husband didn't object, but she said she had children at home and needed to go home early. Perhaps she was afraid that there might be more stories after the barbecue, and she might not be ready for today. So she firmly refused any further activities. Neither her husband nor I could persuade her otherwise, so we gave up. We each got back into our cars and drove towards our respective homes, parting ways just before the Royal Palace of Rome.
At the traffic light near my house, I simultaneously received WeChat messages from both her and her husband.
She: You two must have conspired together.
Her husband: Thanks, bro, looking forward to the next plan.
The light turned green, but I didn't reply. I stepped on the gas and continued driving.

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