Chapter 2 — A New Experience 3s - Part 1 (2)

We exchanged greetings and immediately walked into a motel tucked down a narrow alley. After they entered first, I waited briefly, then made a phone call before stepping inside myself.

There was no clerk at the front desk. How convenient. Things were going smoother than expected.

Truthfully, I hadn't wanted to book another room. Spending money on a room for less than a minute felt like a waste.

The motel owner might have something to say about it, but I didn't care. I hurried up the stairs to the room where they were waiting.

Knock knock knock.

The door opened, and I stepped inside.

"......"

"......"

We sat in silence for a moment.

"Want to have a beer?"

The man broke the silence first.

"Yes. Let's do that."

He picked up his phone and ordered five bottles of beer. A short while later, a motel employee arrived with them.

We each took a beer and began exchanging small talk, though the woman said nothing—she only watched us quietly, occasionally smiling.

As we drank, the earlier awkwardness began to ease.

"Honey, why don't you go wash up first?"

"Okay."

She stood and walked into the bathroom. The man gave me a look, signaling me to follow, then leaned back on the sofa.

I followed her into the bathroom. She was already undressing when I entered, and upon seeing me, she flinched slightly.

"Come in," she whispered, then fell silent again.

"What's wrong?" I said gently. "Just relax. Take it easy."

She kept her head down, continuing to undress, and I helped her finish removing her clothes.

When my hands touched her, she twitched—but made no further protest.

I turned on the shower and began washing her body. Her figure was slightly plump, soft to the touch. Her breasts were small and a bit sagging, but delicate. Her nipples felt larger than I'd expected.

My eyes moved lower. Her pubic mound was not thick with hair, but what was there grew long and straight, like uncut hair, dark and striking.

After finishing the shower, we dried off with towels and returned to the room, laying her down gently on the bed first.

As agreed with the man, I turned her onto her stomach and climbed carefully onto her back to begin the massage.

Honestly—what was I doing? Giving a massage I'd never given before.

But as a physical education graduate with my own place in the city, I knew my way around basic massage and acupressure. It wasn't difficult.

I began lightly kneading her shoulders.

"Mmm~"

A soft moan escaped her lips.

Rhythmically and skillfully, I worked my way across her body—shoulders, back, waist, thighs, calves, soles of the feet—touching each area with care and precision.

When my hands reached her waist, I felt a slight tremor run through her.

"Mmm~"

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmm. Yes~"

I glanced over at her husband on the sofa. He had leaned forward, drawn closer as if trying to see more clearly.

When I pressed my fingers into her thighs, I caught a glimpse between her legs—already damp, unmistakably wet.

I slipped a hand gently between her thighs. She flinched again, and I felt the warmth and moisture against my fingertips.

"Mmm~"

After finishing the massage on her legs and feet, I helped her roll onto her back. She turned her head shyly, raising an arm to cover her face—but to me, she looked strangely endearing.