Chapter 120

I moved on from Zenya’s ass and up to her back, which was where she started getting a little more into it.

“Mmm, could you hit that spot again?” she asked as I found a little knot of tension closer to her side.

“Sure,” I said and worked the mirrored point on her other side as well.

“Ooh, shit,” she groaned, kicking her feet up a little bit.

“Damn, you’re carrying some tension there,” I said.

“Wait till you get to my shoulders,” she groaned.

“Noted,” I smirked and worked the tense points until they were feeling smoother. I wasn’t a professional by any means but between what I knew and the Midas Touch from the App I could at least soothe her even if I couldn’t fix anything permanently.

I pushed up higher, doing my trick with my thumbs and her spine which made her moan happily and arc her back for a moment as she muffled herself with her arm.

“That was almost too good,” she grunted.

“Want me to do it again?” I asked.

She shook her head, so I didn’t, moving on up her back. I skimmed over the stretched fabric of the bandeau top and moved up to her shoulder blades and under her arms.

Zenya loved my massaging of her spine and the base of her neck where she had a little mandala tattoo with an all-seeing eye that was usually hidden by her thick hair. What the redhead needed was my massaging of her shoulder blades and upper shoulders.

“Fuuuck,” she grunted through gritted teeth.

“Want me to stop?” I asked.

“N- No,” she shook her head. “I can tell this is actually helping.”

She was tense as hell, and she admitted it was both from stress and from carrying around her tits. They weren’t huge, but they were big enough that they were causing her problems if she didn’t go see her chiropractor - and chiropractors cost money and she was a freelance model so getting a great health insurance plan was out the window.

Zenya got loud enough that the girls playing euchre came over to look, thinking I was making her orgasm. Well, I was sure Wanda and Cassidy thought that at least. But I wasn’t, I was just working out a shitload of tension. By the time I was finished and had moved back to softly rubbing the base of her neck, Zenya was sweating and panting. Her shoulders were loose, but it had been a process.

“You want to keep going?” I asked her.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, looking back at me with smudged makeup around her eyes from them watering a bit as she squeezed them tight. “The worst part is over, now I can just enjoy your magic hands some more.

You have no idea, I thought

I nodded and started down her arms, then got her to turn over and tried my best to ignore the fact that her large breasts seemed like they were going to pop out of the elasticy bandeau top at any moment. She loved the face massage to the point that I did the whole thing over again, and I could feel her apple cheeks rippling a little under my thumbs as she smiled broadly and enjoyed the feelings. I was sitting above her with her head resting in my lap, and as I moved down from her jaw to her neck she blinked open her big eyes and smirked at me a little. “Ooh, choke me, Daddy,” she teased.

“Don’t tempt me,” I teased back and moved down to her upper chest. As I got closer to her breasts her breathing got shallower and her eyes dilated just a little. I stopped right at the top of the bandeau, an inch or two onto her cleavage, and gave her the chance to say something. She didn’t, and so I slid around her body and softly massaged her ribs and down her soft torso and dramatic curves to her hips, then down onto the tops of her thighs.