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Just a Massage (23 February 2009)I’m 26, a reasonably good-looking guy, but a little shy around women. I had a lot more active social life whAile I was in college, but just have a difficult time meeting women recently--haven’t had a girlfriend for a few months. Lately, I’ve taken to getting massages. These are ‘legit’ massages, but getting touched while I’m naked in front of an attractive woman provides a bit of a thrill. Lately, I’ve been using the same masseuse, Lisa, each week. She’s about 20 years old, 5’ 6”, shoulder length blonde hair, and I swear the perkiest breasts I’ve ever seen. Since it’s summer now, she typically shows up in just a flimsy t-shirt and tight jeans. There’d been no ‘extras’ going on, but things have started to change.
I’ve always had the occasional hard-on during our sessions but probably nothing that she doesn’t see all the time. A month ago, however, I started pushing the limits. Lisa always comes at my apartment. We’d worked out a routine where she goes to the bathroom to wash up and I get undressed and under the sheets she’s laid out. This time, I started to get undressed while she was still arranging the sheets. We’d built up some rapport, and I like her, so I was genuinely afraid of offending but I wanted to be naked in front of her. So I first took off my polo shirt slowly. This didn’t seem to bother her and we continued to chat while she was setting up and I was undressing. Now I’m down to just my underwear. She’s done with the sheets and could easily leave the room. Okay, so I drop them and I’m completely naked in front of her, with my cock coming to attention. It was like being back in high school and trying to control myself--I didn’t want to scare her. Even though she’d massaged me a few times already, I’d always been ‘draped’, as they say. But here I was, exposing myself to this impossibly cute girl-next-door. She didn’t seem to mind though, lifted up the top sheet and said ‘Okay, there you go’ with just a hint of a smile. The rest of the massage went as usual. The following week, I wanted to get a bit further. I had been naked but how could I stay naked during the massage? Well, as luck would have it, it was well over 90 degrees. A small adjustment to the thermostat and it was out of commission. My apartment was sweltering for Lisa’s arrival. I explained that that the AC wasn’t working and we both complained about the heat a bit--that would set the stage for my plan. Well, we went through the same routine with my undressing while she was setting up and then getting under the sheet. I was covered while she washed up in the bathroom. When she came out, I said ‘Hey, it’s a little hot under here, do you mind if you just keep a small towel over me instead of the sheet?’ Lisa smiled, again, and said ‘Not at all, actually if you don’t mind, I was thinking of taking my jeans off. I know it’s not very professional, but it’s so hot and humid in here. Is that okay?’ It was all I could do not to shout out ‘YES!!’ I managed a mild ‘no problem’ as I got out from under the sheets to find the right towel. I wanted to go for a wash cloth but settled for a thin hand towel. I was lying face down. Lisa massaged my back first, which afforded me a perfect view. Most of the time she was facing me. Her panties were light blue and made of this flimsy, slightly opaque material. I could see her pubic mound quite clearly. I could also see that she was mostly trimmed and, when she would stay still for a moment, I could make out the outline of her pussy. Every once in a while, she turned around to get some more massage cream. Yes, I’d hit the jackpot, the panties she was wearing, or not quite wearing, was a thong. As she bent over to get the massage cream, I could see her panties were not quite adjusted right. She ran her finger down the panties and pulled them out to readjust. In that all too brief moment, I got a full view of her pussy. |
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