Beauty 24/7

Lydia inhaled, trying not to shudder. It felt amazing- no wonder why that women looked so pleased, earlier. She turned her head to he side, facing Oliver, and closed her eyes, relaxing.

Oliver flashed her a smile as he began to work his magic. He was grateful for his long, bony fingers, even if they were a bit rough. They weren't that bad, though, and he had been putting lotion on non-stop, but it was the fact of washing his hands after every customer.

Lydia smiled, her eyes closed. She enjoyed it that much, that it wasn't long before she softly groaned something in Polish. She bit her lip, smiling as she relaxed.

Oliver stared down at her, then pursed his lips as he pressed a bit more into the massage, using his fingers and hands in every way possible to make her feel good.

Lydia groaned, softly. She smirked into the bed, openeing her eyes and looking up. He was good.

Oliver sighed and continued. He wished she'd quit making noise before he got a boner. He bit his lip and thought of something to get his mind off of it, perhaps... dead puppies. Yeah, he settled on that and became a bit sad, but thankfully had gotten rid of a forming boner.

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Lydia giggled, softly. She stared up at him. "You good." she murmured, adorably. "Very, good."

Oliver grinned a bit and nodded, as well as, "Thanks." He stopped, though, wondering if that meant that's all she wanted.

Lydia tilted her head. "Stop?" she murmured, confused, she began to sit up, using her arms to shield her chest, her lower half hidden by the towel as she stared up at him.

Oliver squinted a bit, then shrugged. "Well.. do you want more?"

Lydia nodded. She gently kissed the corner of his mouth, then smiled, shyly, her arm still across her chest, to hide herself.

Oliver furrowed his brow at the contact, then stepped closer and waited for her to lay back down.

He knew he liked the kiss- hell, he loved it, but he couldn't place if it was a good idea or not.

Lydia stared up at Oliver. She didn't know if she wanted to move now that he had moved closer. She bit her lip, holding her hands together in her lap.

Oliver chuckled softly. "Need you to lay down if you wanna keep going," he informed her, smirking a bit as he did.

[ 'm off, nao ]


Lydia stayed quiet. She looked at the bed, then tilted her head up at him. "Do you wanna do it again?"

[Bye, love. ]



Oliver blinked his eyes shut, pushing the dirty thoughts from his mind, though he smiled and nodded.

[[Hey, is anyone around?]]

Lydia smiled, a little surprised. She layed back down on her stomach and sighed, happily.

Oliver's smile grew a bit as be began working again. He thought it odd, though, that his urge to get closer was drawing him in. It didn't happen very often and it was troubling him. He felt like a trainee again- only with the hands of a professional.

As the want took over, Oliver's hands slowly slid to her sides, then just a little under her stomach, but took their place back at her sides.

Lydia bit her lip, smiling a little. She could feel her cheeks turn hot, but she said nothing, closing her eyes. The urge to just kiss him was hardly bearable.

Oliver sighed, almost silently. Though he wanted to, he wouldn't go any farther without her permission. He didn't want this massage to end, though, so grabber the oil bottle and pulled the towel up a bit to pour it on her legs, but stopped just above her knee. Sure, he felt a little guilty taking advantage like that, but hey, half the women requested it... and some men, sadly.

Lydia's breath got caught it her throat when she felt him on her legs. She was close to telling him to stop, but something was telling her to trust him. He wasn't anything like Helix. Besides, his hands felt nicer than Helix's.

Oliver let out a soft sigh as he began to slowly work up her legs, stopping, of course, just above her knee. He smiled a bit, though at the fact she hadn't interjected and slowly led his hands down to her ankles.

Lydia shuddered, gently, peering up at Oliver. She watched him, biting her lip, nervously. Again, though, she didn't want to stop him.

Oliver let his hands slide up just a bit more, not too much farther past the knee, but wanted to test his limits. How far would she let him go?