Forbidden Massage

Chapter 1: The Tempting Touch

I had just dropped my girl Nastya off at Katya’s place, a cozy little apartment tucked away in the heart of the city. Nastya, ever the caring friend, turned to me with a playful smirk. 'Volcha, Katya asked if you could give her a massage before her big “work” thing. You up for it?'

'Sure, love,' I replied, my voice steady despite the sudden heat creeping up my neck. I made my way to Katya’s room, my heart thumping louder with each step. There she was, sprawled on the bed under a thin plaid throw, her curves barely concealed by a tight tank top and flimsy shorts. My pants tightened instantly—damn, I was already hard as hell.

'Tyom, work your magic on me before I have to grind through the day,' Katya purred, her voice dripping with a teasing edge as she propped herself up on her elbows, giving me a view that could stop traffic.

'Got it,' I managed, my throat dry. I started at her shoulders, my hands firm yet gentle, kneading away the tension. Her soft moans were like gasoline on the fire in my veins. 'Mmm, Tyom, your hands are pure gold—strong and so damn tender,' she sighed, her tone laced with something dangerous.

'Thanks,' I muttered, trying to keep my cool as my hands slid lower, grazing the curve of her ass and the sensitive space between her thighs. My mind was a filthy whirlwind—thoughts of ripping those shorts off and diving in headfirst. She bit down on her pillow, a muffled gasp escaping. 'Ahh… um, move to my legs, yeah?' she breathed, her voice shaky.

'Alright,' I agreed, my eyes catching the telltale damp spot on her shorts. She was wet, dripping with need, and it took every ounce of willpower not to act on the primal urge screaming in my head. Each touch had her squirming, and I could practically hear her thoughts—scheming, wanting, plotting to get me alone. Probably figuring out how to distract Nastya long enough to make her move.

'All done,' I finally said, stepping back, my body screaming in protest.

Katya sat up, her eyes glinting with mischief. 'Thanks, Tyom. Hey, gimme your number—just in case I need another… session.'

I rattled off the digits, my pulse still racing. 'No problem.'

A few hours later, while Nastya was busy bathing the kids, my phone buzzed. A text from Katya: *Hey, what’re you up to?*

*Just chilling at your place with Nastya,* I typed back, curious.

*Hit me up when you’re alone. Got a surprise for ya,* she replied, and I could almost see the smirk behind her words.

*Why?* I shot back, my gut telling me this was trouble.

*You’ll see. Just trust me,* she teased.

*Fine,* I relented, and when Nastya was out of earshot, I texted again. *You wanted me to write. I’m alone now.*

*Good boy, Tyom. Keep this between us, ‘kay?* And then, bam—a photo of her bare tits popped up on my screen, perfect and taunting. *What do you think?*

My jaw dropped. *Katya, what the hell? Why’d you send this?*

*Oh, come on. I’m just testing the waters—for Nastya’s sake, of course. Gotta make sure her man’s up to par. So, wanna take me for a test drive?* Her words were sharp, cutting through any pretense.

I hesitated, my cock throbbing at the thought. *Alright, what’s the plan?*

*Can you sneak out to the hotel right now? Room 6, deluxe suite. I’m waiting,* she texted, her intent crystal clear.

*If Nastya lets me go, I’m there,* I replied, already plotting my excuse.

*Hurry up then. I’m not patient,* she shot back.

I turned to Nastya, forcing a casual tone. 'Lis, I gotta run home—something came up.'

She raised a brow but nodded. 'Help me put the kids to bed, and you’re free to go.'

'Deal.' I tucked the little ones in, my mind elsewhere, and bolted for the hotel. When I knocked on Room 6, Katya opened the door in a white robe, her hair damp and her eyes smoldering with intent. 'Well, look who showed up,' she drawled, stepping aside. 'I’m hopping in the shower. Slip on a condom while you wait—hope you know how.'

'I’ve got it covered,' I said, my voice low as I watched her saunter off. I stripped down, prepped myself, and waited, my body buzzing with anticipation.

When she emerged, she was in a Red Riding Hood costume, the skirt barely covering her thighs, her cleavage on full display. 'You’re the big bad wolf, right? So, wanna play naughty?' she taunted, her lips curling into a wicked grin.

'Hell yeah, you little vixen,' I growled, closing the distance. My hands found her instantly, one sliding down to stroke her pussy through the thin fabric, the other pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her body pressing against mine, and I knew we were seconds away from losing all control.