Chapter 4 — She Smells Like Peaches - Short Story Chapter 1 (4)

I bought massage oil at a convenience store. Back in the day, I'd done some training—not just in the gym, but in how to loosen tight, knotted muscles.

I'd used those skills before on her. Now, I decided, Sarah Song would get the same treatment.

Breathless from rushing, we finally made it to the motel room. When Sarah Song saw the bottle I pulled out, her expression soured.

“What's that for?”

“You'll see. And why are you still dressed? Take it off and lie down.”

She stripped reluctantly, lying face down with a frown. I warmed the oil in my palms and began, smoothing it slowly over her skin.

“What are you doing…?”

“Your shoulders and everything else are all tense. I'm giving you a massage. What's wrong with that?”

“Ah… uh. Hmm. Yeah.”

“You don't like it? Bad memories?”

“Ah… hmm… yeah.”

“I won't ask. Just focus on the massage.”

I worked on her for a long time, massaging every part of her body. Through it, I realized something—I'd learned from her before, but now it hit me again: women don't take a simple massage at face value.

Especially when they're sensitive, or relaxed—massage quickly turns into arousal. But rushing in right then would backfire. It'd leave them drowsy, craving rest, only to be stirred up again—exhausted and frustrated.

Sarah Song was no different. As I moved from her neck to her shoulders, back, legs, thighs, and finally her ass, I could feel her body gradually loosening.

When I flipped her over, her face was flushed, eyes covered with one arm, but she was clearly enjoying my touch.

“Hah… I thought you were only good at foreplay. You're good at massage too.”

“Comfortable?”

“Mmm… yeah.”

Looking down, I understood why she couldn't open her eyes.

The room had been bright this whole time. Sarah Song's pussy was slick with wetness, her slit glistening faintly in the light.

I quickly turned down the lights.

“What? You wanna do it now?”

“No… just let you relax a little more.”

“…”

She looked like she wanted to say something, but stayed silent. She cracked her eyes open, glanced at me, then closed them again.

I covered her lower half with a towel and resumed—shoulders, chest, down to her stomach, then back to her legs and inner thighs, finishing with slow, deliberate strokes.

When I spread her legs to work the inner thighs, I heard a soft squelch—her wet labia parting. I chose to ignore it.

This was my service to her. And right now, I didn't want to rush in.

After the massage, I washed my hands in the bathroom, turned on the bathwater, and lay down beside her. Sarah Song asked:

“Aren't you going to do it?”

“You feel like it now?”

“Hmm… not really?”

“Then just rest a bit.”

“Okay…”

Maybe twenty minutes passed. Then I heard water spilling over.

“What's that noise?”

“Wanna go?”

“Go where?”

“You gonna sleep like this, covered in oil?”

“Oh…”

I wrapped her in a large towel and led her to the bathroom. When she opened the door and saw the tub full to the brim, she gasped.

“You turned the water on and just left?”

“Yeah… go on, get in. See if it's warm enough.”

“You're such a pro.”

“Pro? Great! Just get in already!”

I grabbed the leftover beer from earlier. Sarah Song had only dipped her legs in and was still hesitating.

“Too hot?”

“No… I just zoned out. Was gonna ask what you were doing.”

“I went to get this, obviously. Heh heh.”

I shook the beer, peeled off her towel, and urged her in.

“Hurry up! If you get cold, all that massage was for nothing!”

“O-okay…”

Her mood visibly brightened as she stepped into the tub. When I handed her the beer, she asked:

“Aren't you coming in?”

“Mistress… if you command it, your humble servant shall enter.”

“Pffft—hahaha! You're ridiculous. Just get in already!”

She was completely relaxed now, waving her hand and laughing. I stripped off my underwear and slid into the tub beside her.

Thankfully, the tub was big—water had overflowed, but it wasn't cramped.

We leaned back, languid and quiet. I went out a few times to grab the rest of the beer. The alcohol painted our skins red, our bodies glowing in the dim light.

“You mind stepping out for a sec?”

“Why?”

“Just… go out for a bit.”

I had a pretty good idea.

“You gotta pee?”

“Dammit!”

“I'll cover my ears and close my eyes. Please, proceed—your Majesty. I've already seen everything anyway.”

“Ah—just go!”

“I've already seen it all…”

After a few rounds of bickering, Sarah Song seemed to grow more urgent. Finally, she stood and rushed toward the toilet.

“If you peek or listen, I'll kill you!”

She wanted me to hear, of course. If I answered, she'd know I heard—so I stayed silent.

“Huh? Guess you really can't hear…”

I listened to the sound of her relieving herself. From past experience, women's peeing sounds weren't all that different.

Feeling the ripple as she returned, Sarah Song beckoned me with a finger.

I removed my hands—from my ears, formally—and she said:

“Come here.”

“You getting in?”

“No. Just come.”

I shifted closer. She said:

“Spread your legs.”

“Huh? Okay…”

When I opened my legs, she moved forward, and we ended up in a mirror of the position I'd held earlier—her back against my chest, me embracing her from behind.

“Ah… nice. You're actually kind of a gentleman.”

“Yeah, right. I'm kind of an idiot.”

“When you pulled out the oil, you saw I didn't look happy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why didn't you ask why?”

“I figured you'd tell me eventually. And I just wanted to start the massage first.”

“Yeah… you know what…”

“It's okay. We don't have to talk. Let's just enjoy this comfort.”

I did have a guess, and part of me wanted to hear it. But the moment felt too good to break.

The sensation of my cock nestled between Sarah Song's ass cheeks was incredible.

I could reach forward and touch her firm breasts. Her head rested on my shoulder, and that familiar peach scent drifted from her hair.

“Ah… I want to turn off this light too.”

The bathroom had been too bright this whole time.

“Should I go turn it off?”

“Mistress… if you'd kindly move forward just a bit, your humble servant could manage on his own.”

“Giggle, giggle. Fine, fine.”

We each grabbed our last can of beer, turned off the bathroom light, and left only the dim glow from the room.

The bathroom had frosted glass, so the outside light was enough. Now that I thought about it, this motel wasn't so bad after all.

“Now feed me the beer from your mouth.”

“Okay…”

Every time I took a sip, I thought, I'm getting thirsty too, and she'd drink from the same can. The last two cans were nearly split evenly, and I could feel Sarah Song's body completely unwound.

My cock was rock hard, throbbing. I gave it a few lazy strokes—no more teasing needed.

“Put it in.”

Gently, I lifted her and slid inside. A soft moan echoed in the bathroom, but I didn't want to start thrusting.

I wanted to savor this drowsy, intimate stillness.

“Can we just… stay like this?”

“Mmm… yeah…”

“But you keep… twitching.”

“It's not me moving.”

“Hmm… yeah, I guess not.”

Her quiet moans filled the room. We stayed like that for a while—long enough, anyway.

I felt her small orgasm ripple through her body. She clung to my arms, trembling.

“Huh… huh…”

I let her ride it out, giving her space to enjoy it fully.

“Wanna pull out?”

“Hah… hah… yeah…”

I withdrew, turned her around, lifted one of her legs, and entered again.

“Hah… what are you trying to do…”

“Here we go!”

She wasn't heavy—plenty light enough to move freely.

“Ahh!”

I carefully lowered her down, and her face twisted again—another orgasm coming.

“Again?”

“Hah… this is the first time. You're like a bear! Like a freakin' strongman!”

Slowly, I began to piston in and out. Another orgasm passed through her.

“I… hah… I wanna try it from behind.”

“Ah… mmm…”

For the first time, I properly tried doggy style. In the dim light, Sarah Song's curves were stunning. Gripping her breasts, feeling the bounce of her ass, I came again.

“Ha… ahh… I don't even know who's getting spoiled here. Did you never do this with your girlfriend?”

Here she goes again—comparing herself to my ex.

“Yeah. But why keep bringing her up?”

“Ah… sorry.”

“She's her. You're you. Stop comparing.”

“But…”

“Stop.”

After catching my breath, I reached for her again. She moaned softly—already turning on once more.

“Still not satisfied?”

“Why? Should we stop?”

“Hmm… it's good, but I'm getting tired. Sleepy.”

“Yeah… then let's stop.”

“…but… no.”

“What?”

“Nothing, I said.”

I flicked her nipple and gave her a look—say it, or I'll keep teasing.

“Earlier… when you were inside me like that… it felt good. Can we… fall asleep like that?”

Ah. One of my fantasies. Falling asleep inside her.

“You'll be heavy on top.”

“If I'm on top, it's fine.”

“That's why you said no?”

“Mmm…”

“You're light enough. I don't mind.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I want to too. Hurry up and get on.”

She tried to climb on, but seeing my cock had softened a little, she murmured, “Gotta get bigger,” and took it into her mouth. It stiffened fast. She guided it inside herself and settled on top of me.

“Now we're sleeping. You can't move.”

“Mmm… but this is kind of torture. Even if you fall asleep, I might not be able to.”

It was just like I'd imagined. Her firm breasts pressed against me. My hands could reach her ass. The peach scent wrapped around us. I wasn't sure I'd be able to sleep.

But I could feel her pussy twitching—still awake—until slowly, her breathing deepened, and she drifted off. I didn't want to wake her.

Feeling my cock slowly soften, I let myself fall asleep too.

The beer caught up with me. I hadn't drunk that much, but suddenly, I had to pee.

I woke to find my cock half-buried in Sarah Song's pussy. As I stirred, it swelled deeper inside her.

“Hah…”

Even in sleep, she felt it—hot breath escaping her lips.

But I had to go. Urgently.

Sarah Song's pubic bone pressing against mine made it impossible to hold it any longer. I couldn't feel her wetness anymore—only the overwhelming need to empty my bladder.

Once again, I was reminded: one of the strongest urges is the need to relieve yourself.

Gently, I laid her down beside me, went to the bathroom, and emptied myself. Looking at my softened cock, I thought, You've had your fun today, and returned to bed.

The dim light outlined Sarah Song's sleeping form. I couldn't resist. I pulled her close, guided myself back in.

“Hah… hmm…”

Her moan grew slightly louder, then softened into sleepy breaths again. I gripped her ass, trying to fall back asleep—but there was no way I could.

Unable to sleep, I shifted slightly. Sarah Song's moans grew more frequent, until finally, she opened her eyes.

“You said you wouldn't move.”

“No… it's not that.”

When I explained, she laughed.

“You either recover instantly… or you never get tired. Fine. Your Majesty grants permission. One more round!”

“You can just sleep if you're tired.”

“How can I sleep with this inside me?”

Tap tap. She flicked my cock and laughed.

“This time, I'm on top.”

I took her bouncing breasts into my mouth, gripped her ass, lifted her, lowered her, let her ride me.

I realized then—I loved giving her this ride more than anything.

Again and again, I brought her to orgasm. I came too. And then, still connected, we finally let sleep take us.