Auntie Lin was the most captivating woman I had ever laid eyes on.
She was over forty, but she had the body and bearing of a woman in her early thirties. Her figure was stunning, full and round in all the right places, radiating the potent allure that only a mature woman possessed.
The owner of a high-end beauty salon in Jiang City, she drove a Mercedes and lived in a private villa. She was the very picture of wealth and sophistication.
The first time I saw her, a reckless thought had ignited in my mind.
If I could have a woman like that, just once, I could die without regrets.
And right now, that very woman was lying on the sofa beside me, those tempting curves well within my reach.
Gazing at her exquisite body, my mind wandered back to a month ago…
An accident had left me temporarily blind.
Auntie Lin, who was from my village, had been back home to pay respects to her ancestors. My mother, desperate for me to have a future, had begged her to take me to Jiang City so I could find work as a blind massage therapist and support myself.
I hadn't found a suitable job yet, so for now, I was a guest in her home.
Auntie Lin also had a daughter, Lin Jiaqi, who was a perfect copy of her mother—a true beauty with a figure just as stunning.
Whenever I saw the two of them together, a wicked thought would always cross my mind.
What would it be like to have them both?
They were so relaxed around me, probably because they thought I was blind.
Just like now. Fresh from the shower, Auntie Lin was lounging on the sofa next to me in a sheer nightgown, enjoying a long popsicle. She was completely oblivious to the hungry way my eyes were devouring her.
Because they had no idea that, as of yesterday, I could see again.
I secretly drank in the sight of her body, imagining myself in the popsicle’s place.
Her full, firm rear, her long, pale legs, the sensual way she licked the melting ice—every motion was a torment to my senses.
As I watched, I felt a familiar stirring in my trousers.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Auntie Lin let out a sharp moan. A tremor ran through her as she curled into a ball on the sofa, her lips parting as she began to pant.
The curve of her hip was aimed right at me, and the thin fabric of her nightgown clung to the dark lace of her panties, outlining the alluring shadow between her thighs.
My eyes locked onto that sight, and combined with her pained moans, the stirring below became a full-blown erection.
“Zhao Feng, my stomach hurts!”
Her cry snapped me out of my trance. I began fumbling my way forward. “Auntie Lin, it sounds like an intestinal cramp! Let me give you a massage, it might help.”
“Okay… okay,” she agreed softly.
Playing the part of the blind man, I reached out and let my hand land on her flawless thigh.
The skin was so smooth, so delicate, it sent a jolt through my entire body. My heart hammered against my ribs, threatening to burst from my chest.
I was finally touching the body that had driven me to distraction. The mysterious place between her thighs was so close, and I had to fight the overwhelming urge to explore it.
“You… you’re too low. Not… not there,” Auntie Lin reminded me gently, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
“Sorry, Auntie Lin, I didn’t mean to,” I said, slowly sliding my hand up her sleek, firm thigh toward her abdomen.
The exquisite sensation traveling up my arm was absolutely electrifying.
Before she could correct me again, I placed my palm on her flat stomach and began to knead gently.
“Mmm!”
The moment my hand pressed down, Auntie Lin’s body trembled, and a soft, seductive moan escaped her lips.
The movement had caused the neckline of her nightgown to fall open, exposing the upper swells of her breasts.
Even without a bra, they were perfectly firm, the two delicate buds at their tips a soft pink. I was seized by a primal urge to take them into my mouth.
I swallowed hard, forcing the sinful thought away as I slowly increased the pressure of my massage.
“Mmm… ah…”
As I worked my fingers into her stomach, Auntie Lin’s moans grew more frequent. Sometime during the massage, her face had become flushed and rosy.
“Whew… Little Feng, that’s enough. I feel much better now,” she said, her voice a little breathless. She seemed to notice something was off about me, because she quickly put her hand over mine, stopping my movements.
“That’s right, you learned Chinese massage from your grandfather, didn’t you?”
I nodded silently. “Mmm, for about seven or eight years.”
“No wonder you’re so good at this…” she murmured. “For some reason, my shoulders have been really sore lately. Could you help me with those, too?”
With that, she took my hand and guided it to her fragrant shoulder.
She usually kept her distance, likely looking down on me as just some blind kid from the countryside. She would never have willingly asked for my touch before. I knew I had to cherish this opportunity.
I took a quiet breath and began to gently work my fingers into her shoulders. Her breasts were so close now; if I moved my fingers just a little farther down, I would touch them.
As I massaged her, my hands began to drift downward, almost of their own accord.
Soon, my fingertips brushed against the soft skin just above the curve of her breast.
The contact made my breath catch in my throat. I froze, terrified she would erupt in anger at my transgression.
But to my surprise, she didn’t stop me. Instead, she slowly closed her eyes.
Her face relaxed into an expression of pure pleasure, as if she were enjoying it even more now.
“Mmm…”
A low, throaty moan vibrated from her chest, and her body began to sway gently in time with my hands.
Although I hadn’t actually touched her breasts, the feather-light sensation of the soft skin beneath my fingertips was intoxicating.
To give a massage to a woman this magnificent was a pleasure beyond compare.
Seeing she wasn’t going to resist, my courage swelled. My fingers crept lower, inching ever closer to that tempting pair…
I had fantasized countless times about holding them, kneading their softness in my palms.
But now that they were within my grasp, I hesitated.
To hell with it. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Even if she cursed me out for it later, it would be worth it.
A rush of pure adrenaline flooded my senses. My hand trembled as I reached for the soft swell of her breasts…