<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fd/EthanLassiter.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Ethan Lassiter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10523621#msg10523621)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>CLOSED<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Massage Spa<br/><strong>When: </strong>Sunday August 10th, 1:00PM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Hawaiian Shirt, light blue bathing suite, sunglasses<br/><hr/><br/>The thing that Ethan was most aware of during the entire walk to the Massage & Spa was the coy smile that Jana gave him when he reached out and squeezed her bubbly ass. Leaving his hand rested in the same position on her cheek for several more yards until they were finally in the privacy of the small building. He could feel her panty-line and way her thigh muscles pressed powerfully up into the delicious rear with each long stride. Which, if he was not mistaken, picked up just a bit after he'd perversely started to grope her. What was somehow more arousing than the feeling of her body through the dress, was the way she was smiling devilishly at him. Instead of swiping his hand away, or worse, slapping Ethan, Jana reacted exactly how she would have loved her to. Excited, and eager to see what he would do next.<br/><br/>Jana locked the door behind them, twisting the hanging sign around so that it read CLOSED across the front. His instinct was to make a small comment about 'why she would need to do that' but the idea was cut off when she spoke, informing him that in her expert opinion there were several options for things that she could do to relieve him of all that pent up stress. The way she referred to him as Mister Lassiter only kicked Ethan's blood into overdrive, breathing in deeply as he felt a twitch beneath his bathing suit. She continued her little verbal tease by gliding over to his massive form, her eyes admiring how his multi-colored shirt was so harshly stretched across his muscular frame. Peering up every so often at the light black and white stubble across his chin, finally biting down on her bottom lip.<br/><br/>He rose a single, questioning though interested eyebrow when Jana told him that massaging his back was not always the best means to relieve stress. Her confidence actually took Ethan completely by surprise! If she was nervous in how she was handling this, none of it showed in her eyes or body. Ethan just gasped quietly when her stocking covered leg slid between his large thighs and wrapped around his one leg, pulling her petite body in close to his. The front of her dress and breasts meshing against his well toned abdomen. When her experienced fingers slipped underneath his shirt the fabric began to bunch up closer to his neck. Ethan let his eyes close only for a moment, relishing how even just the smallest touch from her practiced digits started to work the knots out from his ribs and pecks.<br/><br/>Whatever part of his body relaxed instantly went tense when Jana's other hand ventured lower, the Vietnamese woman deciding to explore just how much of an effect her sultry little show was having over Ethan's body. When her hand fell onto the space between his thighs, she would suddenly be aware that not only was he growing hard, but Ethan's cock was full and thick. Suddenly growing larger and faster with a dramatically increased speed from the pressure she placed on it. Ethan groaned his interest, his fingers reaching down and gripping Jana's dress, working it up until the off-white fabric was gathered around her waist. Wanting to get a full view of her undergarment covered, heart shaped ass over Jana's shoulder while she teased his prick.<br/><br/><strong>”Why don't you massage me with these Jana”</strong>he insisted in a low, lewd tone while dragging his thumb down the front of her plush lips. Even snaking it inside for a moment to prod against her wet pink tongue.<strong>”If you do a good job, maybe you'll have a new regular customer”</strong>ending his request by planting a spank on the woman's ass that echoed throughout the entire massage parlor.