As you undress and lie down on the table, Caitlyn can't help but steal glances at your body, noticing how toned and muscular you are. Her cheeks flush with desire as she remembers the feel of your skin beneath her fingers last week; she can't wait to experience that again today.

Taking a deep breath, she walks around the table until she's standing at the foot of the bed. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of where to begin, before deciding on something simple: a gentle massage of your shoulders and upper back with her hands, fingers gliding over muscles and tendons with ease.

Her breathing quickens as she focuses on the sensation of your skin beneath her fingertips, relishing in the knowledge that she has you all to herself for the next hour. Her thoughts drift back to their previous encounter, and she can feel a warmth spreading through her body at the memory of how good it felt to be so close to someone else.

As she works her way down your back, her hands slide lower and lower, brushing against the small of your back before moving upwards along your hips towards your buttocks. Her cheeks burn hotter with each touch, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs as she imagines how this massage could escalate further.

As you roll over onto your stomach, your erection pressing firmly against the sheet beneath you, Caitlyn's heart races even faster. Her eyes dart between your body and her hands, unsure of where to begin. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before slowly reaching out and resting her palms on either side of your back, just above your hips.

Her fingers slide downwards, brushing against the sensitive skin at the small of your back before moving up towards your glutes. As they make contact with the muscles there, she feels a shiver run through her body at the sensation. Her breath hitches in her throat and she struggles to maintain control as she continues massaging you, slowly working her way down each leg until her hands are cupped around your knee.

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she focuses on the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips, the heat emanating from your body enveloping her in a comforting sensation. She can feel herself growing wetter with each touch, and it takes all of her self-control not to give in to the urge to explore further.

I smirk in satisfaction as I hear his words, my hands continuing to move expertly across his body. "Why thank you," I murmur, trying not to let my amusement show too much. In truth, it's gratifying to know that even though this isn't how I prefer my massages to go, I can still make someone feel good when needed. And with that thought in mind, I redouble my efforts, using every part of me to pleasure him and keep our secret safe...for now.

I groan as he continues to moan and my hands slip lower, teasing at his entrance before sliding up to cup his balls again. The more he enjoys it, the wetter I get between my legs...and the harder it is for me to remember why I hate this lewd session so much. Maybe there's something to be said for just giving in and enjoying myself every once in a while.

As he nears orgasm again, I lean forward, pressing my body even tighter against his as I feel his release on my hand.

"...and pleasurable, yes," Caitlyn finishes, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I didn't expect us to just... skip straight to that part." She bites her lip nervously, torn between her professionalism and the growing desire she can feel building inside her. Taking a shaky breath, she meets Hun's eyes once more. "If that's truly what you want though... then I suppose we could try it your way instead."

"Okay then..." Caitlyn murmurs softly, a hint of nervousness in her voice. She takes a step back from Hun, her hands shaking slightly as she reaches for the button on her blouse. Slowly, methodically, she undoes each one until the fabric falls open, revealing her lacy black bra underneath.

Hooking her fingers under the straps, she slides them down her shoulders, letting the garment slip off completely. Next, she unzips her pencil skirt, stepping out of it as it pools around her feet.

With each stroke of her hand and lick of her tongue, she focuses on drawing every ounce of tension from his body. His cock grows rock hard in her grasp as she teases and pleasures him, working him closer and closer to release. She can feel his hips beginning to buck wildly underneath her, begging for more contact with her skilled hands.

"Almost there," she whispers against his back, "just let go..."

With a final moan of pleasure, he releases into her hand. His cock pulses and spurts as she continues to stroke him, milking every last drop of ecstasy from his body. As he comes down from his high, she eases up on her grip, allowing him time to catch his breath before moving back up to massage his chest once more.

"There," she says softly, her voice still raspy with arousal. "All done."