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Authors: Artemis Hunt
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body with towels and flop belly first onto the bed. Beside me, Chris has arranged the towel so that it covers only his buttocks and nothing else. He smiles at me.
“Comfy?” he says.
“Yes.”
“I think you’re beautiful, in case you’re wondering.”
I think he’s beautiful too, but I won’t say it aloud.
“Thank you.”
He adds, “You don’t have to be shy about your body.”
“I’m not. It’s just that I’m still shy in front of you.”
“Well, sooner or later, within the week hopefully, you’re gonna have to show it to me. I’d rather it be sooner.”
“I know, I’ll get there. Just give me time.”
His eyes are a lovely molten chocolate in the low yellow light. “I’m getting horny just looking at you. I’m glad I’m lying belly down.”
I blush.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he says.
From any other man, I would have been over the moon to hear that, but coming from him, it’s just going to end up with someone storming into a boardroom and demanding why he blocked her from his cellphone.
It’s sad, really.
The door opens and two female Asian masseuses walk in. They bustle about, arranging this and that, and finally settle on massaging us.
My masseuse starts with my neck.
“Pressure OK?” she asks.
“Yes. Thank you.”
I have never been touched so intimately before by a total stranger (other than the family doctor, of course), but her firm hands immediately put me under her spell. Ohhhh. How soothing her flesh is as she straightens my tense muscles, infusing each fiber with a rush of warm blood.
Lulled by the relaxing atmosphere, I drift off into the zone of not quite slumber but not quite consciousness. A delicious dream starts to slowly take shape.
I half hear a male voice murmuring, “I’ll take over, thanks.”
A door quietly shuts, but the pressure on my back continues and, in fact, deepens.
“Beth,” Chris says softly, “don’t be alarmed, it’s just me.”
His hands knead my lower back muscles. I am wearing nothing but the towel that drapes over my hind regions and legs, and I force myself to wake up.
“It’s OK. Sssssh,” he says as he continues to massage my back. “I know how to do this, so you’re in safe hands.”
My consternation is borne mostly of shyness, but I tell myself there’s no reason to be shy in front of this man, whom I have seen naked. Besides, I agreed to this arrangement. It only makes sense that he starts touching me intimately at one point or another.
Still, the first time is always a rush – a new experience, a new milestone on my sensual chalkboard.
His hands are a marvel, never too hard, never too soft – at certain places eliciting a release of exquisite pleasure from my flesh that travels up to my brain, which in turn stimulates and releases more endorphins. He raises the towel to reveal the backs of my legs, and these he kneads with the precision of one who has been trained to do this.
I’m lost in the bliss of it all, and I find myself responding – especially since I know who my masseuse is.
“Do you like it?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“I took a course in Bali.”
Bali! Is there no end of surprises to this man?
After a while, he says, “Turn around.”
He wants me to turn around? Naked?
This is the part where I get to grit my teeth and steel myself to cross another threshold.
“No penetration, remember,” he says. “You don’t have to worry.”
Come on, Beth. You’re a consenting adult. Don’t be a prude.
With determination, I rotate my body so that I’m now on my back and facing the ceiling. And him. His appreciative eyes take in my revealed breasts and areolas, so pink and inviting to the touch. My sex is still covered with the tangled mess of my towel, and my legs are bare.
He breathes sharply. “Oh God, Beth, you are so beautiful.”
A deep flush spreads throughout my skin, tingling me with warmth.
He’s naked, and his cock is extremely erect below his pubic bush. His
“Comfy?” he says.
“Yes.”
“I think you’re beautiful, in case you’re wondering.”
I think he’s beautiful too, but I won’t say it aloud.
“Thank you.”
He adds, “You don’t have to be shy about your body.”
“I’m not. It’s just that I’m still shy in front of you.”
“Well, sooner or later, within the week hopefully, you’re gonna have to show it to me. I’d rather it be sooner.”
“I know, I’ll get there. Just give me time.”
His eyes are a lovely molten chocolate in the low yellow light. “I’m getting horny just looking at you. I’m glad I’m lying belly down.”
I blush.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he says.
From any other man, I would have been over the moon to hear that, but coming from him, it’s just going to end up with someone storming into a boardroom and demanding why he blocked her from his cellphone.
It’s sad, really.
The door opens and two female Asian masseuses walk in. They bustle about, arranging this and that, and finally settle on massaging us.
My masseuse starts with my neck.
“Pressure OK?” she asks.
“Yes. Thank you.”
I have never been touched so intimately before by a total stranger (other than the family doctor, of course), but her firm hands immediately put me under her spell. Ohhhh. How soothing her flesh is as she straightens my tense muscles, infusing each fiber with a rush of warm blood.
Lulled by the relaxing atmosphere, I drift off into the zone of not quite slumber but not quite consciousness. A delicious dream starts to slowly take shape.
I half hear a male voice murmuring, “I’ll take over, thanks.”
A door quietly shuts, but the pressure on my back continues and, in fact, deepens.
“Beth,” Chris says softly, “don’t be alarmed, it’s just me.”
His hands knead my lower back muscles. I am wearing nothing but the towel that drapes over my hind regions and legs, and I force myself to wake up.
“It’s OK. Sssssh,” he says as he continues to massage my back. “I know how to do this, so you’re in safe hands.”
My consternation is borne mostly of shyness, but I tell myself there’s no reason to be shy in front of this man, whom I have seen naked. Besides, I agreed to this arrangement. It only makes sense that he starts touching me intimately at one point or another.
Still, the first time is always a rush – a new experience, a new milestone on my sensual chalkboard.
His hands are a marvel, never too hard, never too soft – at certain places eliciting a release of exquisite pleasure from my flesh that travels up to my brain, which in turn stimulates and releases more endorphins. He raises the towel to reveal the backs of my legs, and these he kneads with the precision of one who has been trained to do this.
I’m lost in the bliss of it all, and I find myself responding – especially since I know who my masseuse is.
“Do you like it?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“I took a course in Bali.”
Bali! Is there no end of surprises to this man?
After a while, he says, “Turn around.”
He wants me to turn around? Naked?
This is the part where I get to grit my teeth and steel myself to cross another threshold.
“No penetration, remember,” he says. “You don’t have to worry.”
Come on, Beth. You’re a consenting adult. Don’t be a prude.
With determination, I rotate my body so that I’m now on my back and facing the ceiling. And him. His appreciative eyes take in my revealed breasts and areolas, so pink and inviting to the touch. My sex is still covered with the tangled mess of my towel, and my legs are bare.
He breathes sharply. “Oh God, Beth, you are so beautiful.”
A deep flush spreads throughout my skin, tingling me with warmth.
He’s naked, and his cock is extremely erect below his pubic bush. His
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