I had set up the appointment with Retta (I'm certain that's not her real name) a few days earlier. I'd been searching for a photographer in the "creative" section of Craigslist that had been suggested by a friend had because they specialized in pet photography and I wanted to get a gift certificate for my stepmother for her birthday. No luck on that, but I did stumble across Retta's ad and it immediately caught my eye.
I had visited her once before a couple years earlier. She advertised as a specialist in Tantric massage. Tantric ideals have always fascinated me, but I can't say that I've had much experience with regard to it, only the one massage. Even though I enjoyed it immensely, I got caught up in my career and the place was just far enough away from where I lived and worked that I just never managed to get back. I eventually lost her number as well.
That first time had been pleasurable enough. There was no "happy ending" involved, but it had been highly sensual and surprisingly erotic considering she had not undressed, barely spoke at all and what little was said was about nothing of a sexual nature. Finally, she never touched my genitals. All that didn't mean that I didn't get excessively aroused – It had been like being held right at the brink of a huge orgasm for over forty-five minutes. When she finished the massage, she left the room and I took care of things myself at that point.
The more recent ad allowed me to contact her via e-mail and after I did, she responded within a couple of days. She recognized my name from previously and was pleased that I had decided to at long last return for another session. We set a date and time.
Her location had changed. Now instead of a nondescript office building, she was located in a lovely semi-restored farmhouse set deep in the countryside. As I drove up the long driveway on a warm sunny Friday morning, I immediately felt strangely at ease and at the same time slightly aroused. When I knocked at the side door, Retta answered, a soft smile gracing her lips. She was of average build with long brunette hair and dressed in a tunic and leggings. Her feet were bare.
She asked me to remove my shoes, then showed me into a simple kitchen and on through first to the dining room and then the living room. Settled into the sofa was a delightful woman in her thirties (I guessed) with kinky blonde hair just past her shoulders, dressed in daisy dukes and a tank top. Retta introduced her as Sandy. Retta explained that Sandy was an old college friend who was staying with her for a few days as she blew through town. Our eyes met for a moment and I felt something primal as they did, but then Retta took me by the hand, leading me down the hall to her massage room. It was lit with dozens of candles and smelled delightful.
"Why don't you undress and get on the table – I'll be back in a couple minutes"
I did as instructed, slipping off my jeans, my black T, and the microknit briefs I'd taken to wearing recently. I left the door open, a plot beginning to hatch in the back of my head. After a bit, Retta reappeared and as she reached for the doorknob I asked if she could possibly leave the door open.
"Open?"
"Yes" I replied firmly.
"Sandy hasn't left the house yet, she might..."
"I don't mind if she sees something." I interrupted.
Retta acquiesced, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she reached for a bottle of scented oil. She poured a little on my naked back and some more on her hands, then spread it over my back and shoulders and down my arms. I'd forgotten just how magical her touch was and in no time I was carried off to another place where all that mattered was the contact between her hands and my naked flesh. My fingers were individually fondled and then stretched, my arms and shoulders caressed, my shoulders, my lower back. She bent one of my legs at the knee and kneaded my calves and foot, paying extra attention to the arches. Then she gently lowered the leg and repeated the process with the other leg and foot.
Next, she worked her way up my thighs. When her hands made contact with the inside of them I groaned with pleasure. I love to be massaged there and I could feel an erection coming on as her fingers wandered. Keeping one hand on my left thigh her other then started caressing an asscheek and my erection intensified. I drifted further off into that blissful zone I remembered from the first session.
"Want me to close this?"
I raised my head to see Sandy standing in the doorway. Our eyes met again and I was suddenly very aware of just how hard and engorged my cock was as I lay there with it pressed between my body and the table. My entire backside was on display as Retta was on the far side of the table, affording Sandy an unobstructed view.
"No, he says he wants it left open. Says he doesn't mind if you see something"
"Is that so?"
"That's what he says"
Sandy remained in the doorway. Retta continued to gently stroke the inside of my thigh as she caressed my ass, then shifted to running her nails gently across my back and the backside of each thigh. When she shifted to work on the other thigh she also changed to the other side of the table and at that point Sandy entered the room to stood right alongside, where Retta had been prior.
"He has a nice ass, doesn't he?" Sandy cooed.
"I guess so."
"Can I touch it?"
"Have to ask him I guess."
What was I going to say? No, don't touch my bare ass to this stunner? I don't think so.
"By all means, please do."
My little plan was working better than I had expected. I had hoped to be able to indulge my exhibitionistic proclivities a bit, but this was even better.
Sandy placed a hand on the asscheek that Retta wasn't caressing and mimicked her motions. My massage had turned into a three handed one. I groaned in appreciation.
"Nice." was Sandy's comment. "Very nice."
That continued for a while. At one point I detected that Renna's hand had left my ass and that Sandy was using both of hers. Then I felt Renna using both hands on my thigh. Now it was officially a four handed massage.
Shortly after that, Renna announced "Time to roll over."
The exhibitionist thrill thing went suddenly into overdrive. Here I was, completely naked with a raging hard-on, rolling over to expose my condition to two women standing right on top of me. I had hoped to perhaps get caught in this condition as Sandy walked by the open door, but she would be witnessing it right up close.
Once I was on my back I could again see both of them. Renna resumed her ministrations, starting with my shoulders and chest, then moved to the head of the table and began a sensual scalp massage. The first time she had also done so and again it was incredibly arousing. Sandy in the meantime had been pretty much just staring at my package but eventually she glanced up at my face. Once more our eyes locked and I could sense that she too was about ready to explode, a victim of total wantonness.
"Can I touch it?"
I felt Renna's hands stop, but she said nothing. I could tell she didn't approve, but at that point, what the hell did she expect me to say?
"I'd very much like it if you did."
Sandy placed a hand directly on my rigid member. It twitched involuntarily as she did and a devilish little smile crossed her lips. She stroked it lightly and then wrapped her fingers around it. It was heavenly to feel her delicate digits gently squeezing around the shaft.
"Can I kiss it?"
Oh my god. Did she really just say that?
Renna made for the door saying "I'm done here."
Sandy stared into my eyes again, this time in a pleading manner. This girl was dying for some cock.
"Can I?"
"On one condition. You have to allow me the opportunity to return the favor."
She giggled a little and said "We'll see."
