The Masseur Knows Too Much

Chapter 002

“All done,” I announced. Donna sat up, then jerked in surprise when she turned around. She asked anxiously, “Logan, what’s wrong? Are you unwell?”

Hurriedly, I shook my head. “I\'m fine. What about you? Are you feeling better?”

Donna smiled, but she said, “I feel much better. I’ve been so tired recently, so I think the massage wasn’t enough for me. It’s fine. I’ll feel better after a night\'s rest.”

Instantly, I felt bad. I had not put in my full strength during the massage. I had been afraid that Martin would hear us, since she had started moaning when I had touched her foot. In hindsight, it was the wrong idea. Donna ended up failing to relax because of my concerns.

I gritted my teeth. “Donna, I’m not done yet. The next pressure point I’ll massage is good for relieving fatigue.”

Donna hesitated briefly before nodding. “Great! Logan, go ahead. I trust you.”

However, I hesitated.

“The pressure point is in an unusual spot.”

“What do you mean by unusual?” asked Donna.

The pressure point was located at the base of her thigh, near her vulva.

After I explained it to Donna, she thought about it briefly before she blushed. “Okay. Just watch where those hands go.”

I blushed, too. I knew exactly what Donna meant. Since the spot was located in a challenging spot, it was easy to miss it and touch her somewhere inappropriate.

I nodded solemnly. After inhaling deeply, I turned toward her legs. Then, I touched her knee and moved my hand up until I located the pressure point.

When I parted Donna’s legs, my eyes widened. She was not wearing any underwear, so there was only a thin layer of fabric - her pajamas - separating my hand from her bare skin.

The exertion point was only an inch or two away from her pussy, which I could see in all its glory. As I pushed my fingertips into the pressure point, I realized that something was happening. She was getting turned on! As I massaged the pressure point, I could see that Donna was beginning to get wet. A gleaming, pearly drop of moisture appeared right where I thought her pussy had to be, and as though entranced, I reached out and touched it. Slowly, I rubbed the pads of my fingers up and down against her slit, feeling her tremble all over.

Donna whimpered. Startled, I froze.

“What’s wrong, Donna?” I asked, my voice trembling just like how she had trembled earlier.

Her face was bright red. “Logan, is that the pressure point you were talking about? I must say, it is honestly a tricky spot.” Her voice sounded casual, but the way that it hitched at the end told me that she was not unaffected.

I gulped. It was obvious that her vulva was definitely not the pressure point I had been aiming for! However, I had come too far to back down. If I withdrew now, maybe she would run straight to Martin and complain, and I would be dead meat.

Donna looked at me shyly as she murmured, “It’s okay. Just continue massaging me.” Furtively, she glanced at me and continued, “To be honest, I like how this is going.”

Instantly, I recalled how she had looked so dissatisfied after she had had sex with Martin. Encouraged by her comment, I redoubled my efforts, slipping a finger into her while my thumb rubbed her little clit. I watched her face eagerly, hungry for feedback. Donna thrust her hips back into my hand and mewled, and I felt more wetness seep onto my hand. Boldly, I pushed another finger into her and rubbed her clit even faster until my thumb started to cramp, but I still continued. How could I stop when Donna was now trying to stifle her moans with her hands?

All of a sudden, she bit her lip and her eyes glazed over. She started shuddering all over, and she grabbed my hand hard to keep it where it was. She did not let go until a minute later, when she finally stopped trembling.

The moment Donna got up, I noticed a damp spot on the bed. I inhaled deeply, and realized that I could even detect a musky scent in the air. It was the scent of Donna’s wetness, a sign that she had been turned on thanks to what I had done, and I grew even harder in my pants. My erection had wilted a little earlier, making it easier to hide, but now there was no way she could miss it. My pants were tight around my crotch.

Heat rushed to my face as I lowered my head, a little embarrassed.

“Logan, I’m an adult. That’s not something I haven’t seen before. You’re a healthy young man, so getting hard is completely normal. There’s no reason for you to feel embarrassed.”

Donna’s comforting words made me feel even worse. The kinder she was, the more I felt embarrassed. She was my cousin’s girlfriend. How could I have fingered her to orgasm? Wasn’t that essentially helping her cheat on my cousin? The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I felt about myself.

“Logan, it’s okay. You’re a man! I totally understand! You can’t keep holding it in though. If this keeps up, it’s bad for your health. How about this? Why don’t I introduce a girl to you?”

I was stunned. The notion had never crossed my mind before. Although I was no longer blind, I could never let her know. She had probably let me massage her because she had counted on me being unable to see her while she was naked. If she found out that I could see, she would definitely be furious at me. Even if it did not come to that, my cousin would never forgive me either.

I smiled sadly. “Would anyone want to date a blind man?”

Donna patted her chest and promised, “Don’t worry. You can count on me!” She left the moment she had finished her sentence, giving me a cheeky wink even though I was not supposed to be able to see it. With an effort, I merely nodded.

The next day, Martin was already gone when I woke up. Donna said he had left town for work. Since he was handling complicated matters, he would not be back for a week or two.

Since she was at home and I was supposed to be blind, she was dressed in ordinary pajamas. However, I noticed something amiss the moment she bent over while she was mopping the floor.

She was going commando!

That did not mean that she had just skipped putting on underwear. Donna’s breasts promptly came into sight when she bent at the waist, as she was wearing a pajama top with a V-necked collar. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard, I chanted in my mind as I watched her breasts press against the flimsy material. Her choice had left everything above the nipple exposed.

Just then, she turned around to mop the other half of the living room. Her pajama shorts were indecently short, and I could see the bottom of her ass as she bent over to plunge the mop into the bucket! How could I possibly resist?

My breathing quickened. No man could have resisted this temptation, let alone an inexperienced man like me. To put it simply, I was a virgin. I had never had penetrative sex before, and Donna’s actions felt like an invitation to touch her.

“Logan, aren\'t you going to work?” asked Donna, turning back around just as I had lifted my hand to reach out.

I shoved my hand back in my pocket. She was right. It was time for me to go to work!

“I’ll be on my way.”

I really wanted to slap myself. How could I just reach out and touch Donna? I had touched her most private parts yesterday, but that did not mean I could do it again today.

Leaping up from the sofa, I rushed towards my room, stepping right across the area she had mopped. It was still wet, and I slipped and fell.

“Ow!” I screamed, having fallen right on my tailbone. It hurt so badly that I thought I had done serious damage.

Donna ran over. “Logan, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Her face was twisted with worry, and I felt moved by her concern.

“Say something, will you? Are you okay? Why don\'t you stay home today and rest?” Donna got even more worried when I did not answer.

I could not help feeling even guiltier when I heard how concerned she was. She was so nice. How could I have been thinking about molesting her?

Wincing, I stood up. “Don’t worry. I’m fine. I have to get to work.”

“Logan, slow down. Be careful on your way there,” Donna instructed, brushing off my shoulders as she spoke. The more I spent time with Donna, the more agonized I felt. She was just so attractive.

Since I was very preoccupied with my thoughts, I was very distracted at work. As a result, I was scolded by my clients and boss several times for seeming out of it. Once work was over, I went home quickly.

When I got home, there was no sign of Donna, but I could hear water running in the bathroom.

Was Donna showering? Perhaps she would come into my room to get clothes just like the previous day!