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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I've always been a fan of a good massage and had been visiting a lady for straight, no-nonsense deep tissue treatments for a while, but fancied something a little more so started shopping around. As a naturist I was hoping to find a massage therapist who wouldn't mind if I was nude and not covered with a towel during a treatment, so I sent some emails asking various places if they'd accommodate this. I mentioned that I like the long sweeps from my ankles to my shoulders.
Frustratingly, all of them said no... Except for one, who replied saying she would happily give me a full body treatment without a towel but that she'd want me covered from the waist down when I turned over onto my back.
Well, this was the best offer I got so we made a booking for the following week.
When I arrived I was greeted into a cosy massage studio by a gorgeous petite Eastern European woman with short blonde hair and the sweetest smile. 'Yes!' I thought, this seems really lovely.
She offered me water and busied herself as I undressed.
I'm not ashamed of my body so got naked and strode to the table, kind of hoping she'd take a peek at me as I did so, but no - she was professional and left me to get comfortable.
Then the massage started... Man, her touch was exquisite. She used warm oil and soothed all my aches and pains. She did the move that I love so much, making long slow sweeps up my legs, over my buttocks, up my back and all the way to my shoulders. I was in heaven, and when she paused to pay extra attention to my buttocks I started to get a little aroused...
Actually I got a lot aroused! My cock was growing harder and harder with each stroke, and it was resting under my stomach but at an angle so the head must have been visible to her. Before long I was longing for her to touch it but no, she remained professional and eventually moved on to concentrate on my shoulders.
After about half an hour on my front she started to run her fingertips verrrrrry gently all over my back and my bum, sending electric shivers running through me. I was in a state of bliss, still hard, and was a tad disappointed when she asked me to turn over.
On my back, I watched her at work as she oiled my chest and the fronts of my legs, avoiding the twitching bulge under the little towel that covered my waist.
We chatted some, and when my hour was up she went off and busied herself again while I wiped myself down and got dressed.
It was an interesting moment as I paid her. I was sure I could feel some electricity in the air, and I swear she gave the tiniest of winks when she told me she hoped to see me again soon. I remember smiling, and saying I hoped to see her again soon too.
As I left, I paused, and said, "Do you mind if I give you a hug?"
She shrugged, grinning, and we hugged momentarily. My cock stiffened a little in that moment, but it was over before it began and soon I was on my way home.
Little did I know that this would be the first of many visits, how our relationship would develop, or what those visits would entail... |
