Peter got a most interesting message yesterday. Peter was a sophomore at the college and a part of the tennis team. After some mild sports injuries he tried some therapeutic massage, and he found it helped his sore muscles and was overall very enjoyable. However, he simply could not afford to get a massage on a regular basis. His search for alternatives led him to a web site that, for a modest charge, helped individuals interested in massage create a profile and search for others, nearby, who also liked massage. Sort of a "you massage me and I'll massage you" type of exchange. Your profile also allowed you to specify if you only wanted to exchange with only men, woman or either was fine. In addition, you could indicate whether sensual massage was "ok".
Peter had exchange with a couple individuals, but his best "find" was a woman, Malisa, in her 30s that was actually a trained masseuse herself. Not surprisingly, someone who gives massages professionally, likes getting them too. Malisa was almost the perfect match, as far as Peter was concerned. She was great at massage, she was a woman, and she had checked the "sensual massage" box too. In part, Malisa, had responded to Peter's profile because he was an athletic young man. Malisa was "happily" married, but enjoyed the extra attention she received during her massage exchanges. These exchanges usually lasted almost 2 hours. Malisa would massage Peter first and finish up with a "happy ending" and then it was her turned to be massaged and finish with a smile on her face. Sometimes they even shared a shower afterwards to get cleaned up. They didn't fuck or kiss, but it was very sensual.
The message Malisa sent to Peter was quite intriguing. There was a family, Malisa had known for several years, that lived next door to her. They had a daughter Calie, who was a senior in high school. Malisa explained that she used to watch over Calie when she was younger, and her parents were out. Malisa had filled a "big" sister role for Calie during that time and they often had conversations that you might have with a sister, but not your parents. Calie was apparently quite shy, at least around boys, and had not done any real dating. She was asking Malisa more questions about boys, in particular their bodies. What were the differences when Malisa massaged a male client VS female? To make a long story shorter.... Malisa's conversations eventually led to her revealing that she occasionally exchanges massages with men and that maybe Calie would like to join her during an exchange and get some "hands on" experience. Malisa had sent the message wanting to know whether Peter might be open to the idea.
Peter thought about it for about 5 seconds, before replying that he'd be happy to be the "guinea pig" to provide Calie some answers to her questions. The next day Malisa replied, "all set for Tuesday at 10:00 AM."
Calie arrived 15 minutes early on Tuesday to help Malisa prepare for the massage.
"I had trouble getting to sleep last night, just thinking about this," Calie said.
"It's natural to be excited. I am sure you'll have a good time and remember if you are uncomfortable at anytime you can just leave. Peter knows he is here, partly as a learning experience for you, so don't be shy about asking questions during the massage," Malisa stated.
They heard a wrap on the door, and Peter stepped into the studio. Calie felt her face flush, as Peter stepped inside. He was a handsome boy, sporting a big smile, and maybe 2 years older than her. She guessed he was about 6 feet tall and was dressed in white tennis shorts and red collared tennis shirt. He was slim but not skinny and had a bushy head of dirty blond hair.
Peter had exchanged massages with Malisa 6 times now. She was pretty, somewhat petit at 5'2", and had strong hands. Calie, not surprisingly, looked young. Peter thought she looked "tom boyish" with loose fitting cloths, a short haircut and a trim build. She was not a curvy girl.
Malisa did the introductions. "Calie and I will step out of the room for a minute Peter, and let you get setup on the table first, just like we usually do. "
After they stepped out Malisa said, "I thought it would be a little awkward with us both just standing there, while Peter got undressed.'
"I think you're right. My gosh, you didn't tell me he was so good looking," Calie replied.
Malisa just smiled. They heard Peter in the next room indicating that he was ready.
"Ready to touch your first naked boy?" Malisa exclaimed.
"I am glad you are here to help guide me," Calie replied. "Let's do this!"
They entered the massage room, which was bathed in the soft candle lights they had set up earlier. Peter was laid out, face down, on the massage table, covered with nothing. Both women took a moment to just look over the nude body spread out before them. Since she was a professional masseuse, Malisa could appreciate what a taught athletic specimen Peter was. Calie was a bit overwhelmed at the man before her and what was about to begin.
"Let's start out doing this together," Melisa told Calie. "Step around to the other side and just copy what I do."
Calie watched and copied Malisa intently. They each reached for a bottle of massage oil and poured some on their hands. Melisa contacted Peter's body in the middle left side of his back while Calie did the same on the right. Calie copied Malisa's circular motions and spread the massage oil over Peter's back. Calie enjoyed the contact and connection she felt as she ran her hands over his back. After a few moments of this, Malissa asked Peter how he was doing.
"It feels great, but I would say that Calie's touch is quite a bit lighter than yours. She could press a little deeper if she wants."
"Thanks for the feedback, I can definitely press firmer," Calie responded.
Calie continued to follow Malisa's lead as she massaged up and down his back and up to his shoulders, enjoying her exploration.
"Next, I am going to show you something almost all my clients love," Malisa said. She spread her fingers and ran her hand up Peter's neck and through his scalp. She repeated this on the side of his face, up over the temples and through his hair. "I use more pressure than you would think. Now you try Calie."
This felt more intimate than rubbing Peter's back and Calie was rewarded with Peter purring appreciatively at her touch.
Next, the girls shifted to the other end of the table. They began rubbing Peter's feet and slowly work up his legs. After they got past the knees, Malisa paused.
"Ok Calie, time for a little anatomy lesson." Malisa said. She grabbed both of Peter's ankles and spread his legs father apart. "You can get a better view of our male specimen and access this way," she exclaimed with a little smirk.