I laid on the massage table, wearing nothing but my underwear under the thick heavy blanket. It was so comfortable, but I was nothing but relaxed. This was supposed to be just a nice relaxing massage, but when I walked into the room my heart stopped. Not only was it going to be from a man, but goddamn he was sexy.
He had allowed me to undress behind a curtain, and I couldn't help but ask him how much I should take off, putting into my voice how turned on I was.
He told me to remove what I was comfortable with, and I decided to keep my thong on. I was supposed to let him know when I was done so he could turn away while I laid down, but instead I confidently walked from behind the curtain and laid down, acting as if it was the most casual thing in the world to have a man other than my husband see my naked body.
In truth we were in a some-what open marriage, and I knew he wouldn't care if anything did happen with the masseuse, as long as I told him about it afterwards.
He didn't react much when I walked out. He looked mildly surprised, but was obviously trying to hide the fact that he was staring at me.
I laid down on my stomach on the massage table, and waited to feel his hands on me.
Finally it happened, and my skin tingled as his oiled hands roamed my back. He started near my shoulders and slowly went down to the small of my back. "How does that feel?" he asked. "I think I'd be more comfortable if I took off my underwear, actually. Would you mind?"
He paused, with his hands on my waist, and I could feel him tense up. I smiled into the table, knowing he liked that idea. "I think that would be best." I heard him say quietly, with a slight smile in his voice. He trailed his hands down my hips, hooking his fingers in my thong and slowly brought them down off my feet, expertly keeping the blanket covering me.
He returned to working on my back, but remained much lower. I gave out a soft sigh that could have been interpreted as a moan, and I wanted it to.
"You seem to be having trouble relaxing. I could work on areas besides just your back if you'd like? I think that'd be best." He said smoothly, as if he offered this all the time. Maybe he did.
"That sounds like an excellent idea." I said back. His hands moved from my lower back and waist to my hips, and slowly went up to my ass, fingers digging into my skin, gripping me, feeling me.
He pulled my cheeks apart and then massaged them together, over and over, running his hands up and down. "The blanket is getting in the way, do you mind if I move it lower?"
"Move it as low as you need." I told him. He took the blanket off completely, exposing my skin to the warm air and his hands.
I moved my legs apart as far to the sides of the table as I could, so he could see everything as he spread my cheeks again. It would be impossible for me to relax now.
"You still seem to be having trouble." He said as his hands dipped down to the sides of my pussy, not touching anything, but massaging at the inner-most part of my thighs, spreading and moving everything around. I nodded at his words, and I let out more sighs.