The Masseur Knows Too Much

Chapter 004

What does she want to tell me? I thought, feeling my heart start to race again. Donna turned around, clearly having heard what Lola had said.

“Talk about what? Stop teasing him already. What would your husband say?” Donna chided.

Lola chuckled. I was tense all throughout dinner, trying to think of what she could possibly want to tell me. However, I would not find out that day. Lola received a call after dinner and turned to leave.

Before Lola left, she said, “I will deal with you next time!”

Next time? When would it be? So much for finding out! Despite her attempt to frame me, I could not stop thinking about Lola\'s perfect body. It felt as though my stomach was on fire, and the feeling refused to subside.

When it was time to go to bed, I lay in bed for a long time, unable to sleep. The sound of running water came again, this time when Donna bathed.

Donna’s face swam before me, and I thought again about her curvy figure. I fantasized about her running her hands over her body as she soaped herself up, and I moaned. Donna was hotter than Lola by far, especially since Lola had a terrible attitude! If only I could touch Donna, I thought, feeling my dick finally begin to stiffen after the long day.

“Logan, can you help me get some underwear? I forgot to grab a pair,” Donna shouted suddenly.

Underwear! I get to see what she owns! I thought, shivering as I agreed, heading into Donna and Martin’s room. She had not told me where to find her underwear, so I could only search for them on my own. After going through the room, I finally found the right drawer.

It was filled to the brim with undergarments! Aside from plain cotton panties, she also owned plenty of lingerie. Some of her bras were so revealing that they were nothing but a few scraps of fabric held together by straps. There were also some panties made of fine gauze, so they were very sheer. I’ll be able to see everything if she wears those, I thought, taking a deep breath as I imagined her in them. Just the thought alone was making me feel feverish.

I could not resist picking up a random pair and sniffing them. Is it just me, or do they smell like her? I wondered. It smelt a little like the musky scent of her fluids the previous day, and I remembered that scent very well. After she had left my room, I had sniffed my fingers and licked them too, savoring the smell of her cunt.

“Logan, did you find them?” Donna yelled. Shit. Just grab the cotton ones, I thought. Otherwise, she’s going to think you’re a pervert. I dug through the drawer again, trying to find the least sexy pair. Then, my hand closed around something that was clearly not underwear. Upon pulling it out, my breathing hitched. It was a bright pink dildo!

Why would Donna have something like this? Isn’t she already seeing Martin? Does this mean Donna doesn’t feel satisfied by the sex she has with Martin? Maybe not all the time, I realized. Donna had been frowning the previous day, since Martin had left her hanging after he had cum.

I may be inexperienced, but I bet you I’ll try my best to satisfy you, I thought. Just give me a chance.

“Logan, just take whatever you can find!” Donna hollered. “I’m done showering already!”

“Coming!” I shouted, plunging my hand into her drawer and seizing a bra and panties at random. Hastily, I adjusted myself before going over.

Donna made no attempt to cover herself up. She simply walked out of the bathroom and took the underwear from me before laughing.

“Sorry,” I muttered lamely. “I was having a little trouble.” However, Donna did not mention it at all and simply put on the lacy pair I had chosen.

It was impossible to look away. Donna had an excellent figure, after all. Her breasts looked heavy and full in the bra I had grabbed, and there was a criss-crossing pattern of straps across her breasts like a harness. It had never occurred to me that seeing Donna’s milky skin peeking through the straps would be seductive, but it was certainly having that effect now. The underwear did not quite match, since it did not have straps like the bra, but it was a lacy scrap of nothing that covered her pubic area in a delicate pattern of flowers. Since she had shaved her pubic hair, her skin was the perfect canvas for the lace, and I nearly screamed. The bits of skin I could see were driving me wild!

She glanced at herself and sighed. I was sighing inside as well, since I longed to touch her but could not. She had only put on the panties and the bra I had brought her, and had not put on anything else at all.

“Logan, I am done bathing. It’s your turn. Since I am around, I will help you bathe,” she suggested.

When I had first gone blind, Martin had helped me bathe. Since nearly two years had passed since the accident, I had become accustomed to bathing on my own, and usually did not face too many problems.

“Donna, are you sure it is a good idea?” I hesitated.

“What\'s wrong? I promised Martin I would take good care of you. Anyway, I managed to get the floor wet, and I don’t want you to slip. Just let me help you,” she insisted.

With no choice but to go ahead, I got my towel and my clothes and followed Donna into the bathroom.

“Logan, take off your clothes.” Donna’s face was slightly red, and I was sure I was too. Still, I stripped myself of my clothes and got into the shower stall.

“L-Logan, why don’t you start bathing first? I will help you wash your back in a minute,” said Donna.

I nodded. I turned around and twisted the knob to turn on the water. The cool water came splashing down, making me feel a lot calmer. After Donna had handed me the shampoo and the body wash and I had scrubbed myself down methodically, the only thing left was my back.

Donna picked up a cloth and started rubbing my back. When her small hands touched me, it was electrifying. She had started by standing outside the stall, but as she helped me wash my back, I felt her take a step closer. By the time she had finished soaping me up and rinsing me down, she was practically inside the stall.

“Ouch!” Donna shouted, falling heavily against me. It seemed like she had stepped on the edge of the shower stall, which was slightly raised, and had stumbled. I whipped around to face her, trying to catch her before the force of her fall sent me flying against the wall, too. Only then did I realize that Donna was leaning against my torso, and we looked like lovers. She happened to be pressed right against me, and I could not help but get hard. Her lacy bra and panties grazed my skin sensually, and I understood instantly why people bought such things.

My dick grew, stiffening up as it pressed against her crotch. Unable to resist the temptation, I thrust very gently against Donna just once.

“I’m so clumsy. I hurt the same foot you massaged yesterday,” Donna groaned.

“Donna, don’t move. I will take care of you,” I promised, picking her up. I was still wet from the shower, but draping a towel around my shoulders took care of most of the water.

Donna shook her head and replied, “Logan, you still have to get to work tomorrow. You should just go ahead. I can ask Lola to take care of me.”

I nodded without insisting. Since things had gotten so awkward today, I did not want to put her on the spot if I could help it.

After Donna made a call, Lola came over immediately. She promised to take good care of Donna, so I went ahead and got into bed. After the long day I had had, I knew I needed the rest.

In the middle of the night, I woke up feeling as though I had been startled awake, just like how Martin and Donna had woken me up the previous time. Then, I realized that a light was shining through the tiny hole in the wall I had made the previous day. What could Donna and Lola possibly be doing?