Under Ben's watchful gaze, you lie on the massage table, your body bare except for a thin towel. He starts with your shoulders, his fingers kneading your flesh with a firmness that borders on rough, but it's just what you need. As he works his way down your back, his hands seem to linger, caressing, exploring. A shiver runs through you, not from cold, but from the anticipation of where those hands might go next. Ben's massage is more than just relaxation; it's a journey of sensation and intimacy.