Heath came walking out of the back room when he heard the door alarm chime. He had just opened a relaxation parlor offering massages and long soaks in the custom hot tub in the small yard in the back. Surprisingly, he was doing very well. He had already snagged a few regulars hoping they would spread the word. Even though he was comfortable money wise, he was very lonely. He hadn't had a woman in over a year.
He looks up from his papers, almost tripping when he sees the fucking fine ass woman standing at the small sign in desk. Her long wavy hair was the color of coal, her soft skin a beautiful shade of cream, and thank god, she was no skinny ass woman.
Her voluptuous body hugged lightly by her butter cup yellow cotton summer dress and by god, it didn't seem she had a bra on. Those tits had to be the biggest he had ever seen. He continued his slow assessment of this angel standing in his parlor. Her thick thighs barely concealed by the dress, was so milky white. God damn, he wanted to nibble on that body so badly. He knows that she can see that his cock is definitely hard for her, but he don't care.
"Hello, Sugar. I'm Heath, the owner and only employee of Southern Comfort. How may I be of assistance to a gorgeous lady such as yourself?" his slow southern drawl escaping his lips.
Her blue eyes widen and her full pouty mouth gapes open. The most virile, hot as fuck man walks out to the desk. He stood about 6'2, at least 225, built solidly and tan smooth skin, his hidden package stood out in his snug cotton shorts. It had to be at least 9 inches and thick. She had never seen one so big and fat. She licks her lips and looks up to his face. His mouth curved into a soft smile, his cheeks dimpling. His deep green eyes glittered mischievously.
She stammers quickly, "Oh! I'm, I'm Sara, I came for a neck and back massage." Her cheeks flushing a soft pink.
"Hi, Sara, I'm all yours." his sexy deep voice teased her. He motions for her to follow him to the back room, closing the door softly as she enters the dim room.
She looks around in awe. He was very proud of the decor he chose. The only light was by candle, scented by jasmine. The walls were covered with draping burgandy silk, the floors were wall to wall deep plush black carpeting, the only furniture was a huge king size bed, the black silk sheets folded neatly down. He can tell that her tension melted away from just the ambiance.
"If you feel comfortable, you may disrobe and put on the robe on the foot of the bed." Heath spoke quietly.
"Ok, sexy." her hand claps over her mouth, shocked that she just said that.
His deep laugh fills the room as he bends to retrieve a tray filled with an assortment of oils and lotions. Grinning as he turns and catches sight of her round ass sticking up as she pulls her jeans and panties off.
"Mmm, hot damn, you got a nice ass, girl." Heath huskily groans out.
