Eric was still in a daze from what happened. In the changing room he changed into a pair of purple scrubs, using a provided washcloth to clean himself up a bit. Then he stepped through into an adjacent room that looked a bit like a doctor’s exam room. Stephanie offered him another glass of wine, and explained what was going to happen. “The main thing is to be aware of her feedback. Don’t worry about speed, don’t feel like you need to go fast or anything. Just let things happen naturally.” Next, they looked at some diagrams. Somehow it was hard to believe that the line drawings were soon going to be him and Hana. He could still feel her gloved hands on his balls.

“Eric?” Stephanie put her hand on his shoulder, “You doing ok?”

“Yeah, yeah no, I just–“

“It’s ok. I totally get it. It’s a lot. I’m going to go make sure she’s ready, then you can come in and we can get started. I’ll be right there in case you need any help.”

A couple minutes later, Eric was back in the massage room. The same box of gloves sat on the counter, next to a new tray covered with a towel. The curtain was back up, Hana’s legs poking out from under it. Stephanie put a hand on Eric’s shoulder again, and said, “Let’s get started. Eric, let’s get some gloves on!”

Eric swallowed, then walked to the counter. He tugged a couple gloves out of the box, looking over at Hana’s legs. She was wearing the same type of brown pants he had had on. He could see above the waist she was topless. Slowly pulling the gloves on, he walked over to her, and began gently massaging her thighs. After a couple moments, he slid a hand under her hip, gently guiding her up. She raised her pelvis. He was getting excited. He slid his fingers under the waistband, and pulled the pants down, making sure the backs of his fingers softly brushed her thighs.

Her pubic hair was trimmed, but not totally shaved. As he set the pants down on a nearby stool, and started massaging her legs again, he knew she could see him from under the gap in the curtain. “Ok, if you’re ready we’re going to get going.”

Stephanie pulled on a pair of gloves, and came closer. “First let’s check her, see how receptive she is. Just like this, ok?” He watched as her slim fingers gently stroked Hana’s pubis, then sliding down, she spread her labia. Eric came closer, and did the same. He could hear the sound of her short pubic hair under his gloved fingers. She was warm, and as he slid her labia apart her hips bucked slightly. She was wet, really wet, her clit glistening.

Slowly he got to work. First he massaged her pubis, then her inner thighs. Stephanie occasionally suggested he try a different angle, or go more slowly, but mostly the only sounds were Hana’s deep breaths. He parted her legs and moved down to her labia, first massaging the outsides with his thumbs before moving up to her clit. Stephanie had said he might need lube, but it didn’t look like he would; Hana had gotten so turned on from his massage. Still, he thought, it might be fun. He squeezed some on to his index finger, and still massaging her clit with one hand, slid his gloved, lubricated finger deep into her vagina. She moaned, raising her hips to meet him. Slowly, gently, he curled his finger upwards, stroking her g-spot as he moved his fingers in and out, building up the rhythm. She was warm, warmer than he had expected, and smooth. Even though he had just come, Eric was getting hard.

His other hand moved from her mound, up towards her stomach, his thumb still on her clit. She was moving faster now, following his fingers in and out. Her stomach and thighs were sweaty as she pumped, pushing against him. Stephanie moved behind him, squirted some lube onto her gloved hand and, rubbing it onto his middle finger, took it and began massaging Hana’s anus. He felt her anus contract and squeeze as he moved his finger around it. “Hana,” Stephanie said, “Pretend you’re going to poop for us, ok?” Hana grunted, and he felt her anus open slightly. Slowly, Eric slid his finger into her anus. Hana let out a long moan. Eric could feel her anus and vagina tighten around his fingers. He slowly began moving both of them in and out. Hana started to quiver, her breath quickening.

“Boobs, boobs, touch my boobs!” She pushed the curtain out of the way. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. Her breasts, bigger than most, bounced as she moved. Stephanie moved forward, and began to massage them. Eric reached up with the hand that had been on her clit, slid his fingers under Stephanie’s gloved hand, and squeezed one of Hana’s nipples. She screamed a little, moaning as she pushed against the fingers inside her. Eric pulled his hand away from her breast, and pushed it down the front of his scrubs. He came just as Hana let out a long moan and relaxed onto the table.

Stephanie fixed the curtain, and Eric, a little sheepishly, pulled off his gloves. One was slick from where it had been in Hana’s vagina and anus, the other with his own cum. Stephanie didn’t say anything, but with a reassuring smile passed both of them warm washcloths to wipe up, and invited them both to get changed.