A little talking too.
As they all filed out I held the door with my left hand and held Jane's bum tightly with my right.
'Right, young lady. What's all this about offering yourself as a massage subject. I think you need a little practice first. With me.' Just in case there was any doubt in the matter.
She squealed excitedly. The idea of telling her off somehow got lost in her enthusiasm.
'Oh yes please, Go and move the chairs from around the dining room table and light a few candles in there. We haven't got a proper massage table and the bed it too big and too soft. I will get three or four blankets and a couple of single sheets from the airing cupboard. Then go and have a very quick shower in the spare room shower while I drop a couple of drops of perfume into some vegetable oil and shower myself in our room.
By the time I am ready I want you lying face down on the table under the top sheet. Make sure the room is warm enough. If not turn the fire on.'
A flurry of instructions and she was gone.
She was really looking forward to this. In the past she had mentioned that she had taken a weekend aromatherapy and massage course but we had never used it as part of our sex play. She had certainly massaged aching muscles and even my back before now, but only when I certainly wasn't in the mood for sex. I must say the anticipation began to creep towards my groin as my cock began to stiffen.
As requested I had a quick shower and dried myself off in the second bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded down to the dining room.
Silly, I thought why do I need a towel, it is my house and we are the only two here. Still it felt right somehow, as if I was going to a proper masseur. I even considered putting underwear on. No, really stupid.
The room was warm and I could hear classical music playing quietly in the background. The lights had been dimmed but I could still see easily enough.
I lay there on my stomach, covered with my towel for perhaps for ten minutes. In fact I began to fall asleep, after all it was the early hours of the morning. Certainly my erection had disappeared and my eyes were beginning to close.
I heard the door open and then close again.
'Allo. My name is Monique. I am your masseuse tonight.' I heard in a bad French accent.
I looked to my right where I had heard the voice.
There was Jane in a short dark wig, little fringe and bangs at the side, that I do not remember seeing before.
I must have looked amazed as I heard her say,
'Eez that okay. You looked surprised to see a girl. Would you prefer a masseur.'
She giggled.
'We 'ave not met before M'sieu. Wot eez your name pleeze.'
She wore a white blouse, open, but tied over her tiny breasts, and a tiny black miniskirt that I had also never seen before. I would have remembered. This picture of loveliness was completed by hold-up black stockings which stopped just below the hem of the skirt.
'You 'ave a name?' giggle.
I managed to get my brain back in order.
'Oui my name is David. I just did not expect someone so beautiful, or French.'
'Oooh you are not tooo disappointed, I 'ope? I am very good, and zum times, giggle, very bad. Now I shall start with your ssolders and your back. Pleeze lay your arms down beside you? Zank you.'
I moved my arms and awaited her touch.
I smelt the oil as she poured it onto her palms and I felt the towel being pulled down to cover just my bottom. The oil was warmed and felt soothing as her hands pushed into my shoulder muscles and then on down my back.
She must have spent ten minutes doing my back and, surprise, surprise, she was really good. It felt very relaxing. My stiffy began to subside again. But then she reached my buttocks and my heart started to race a little faster, my anticipation only to be dashed as she moved sown to my toes. She massaged my feet and toes. Wow. That was something else, so back came my hard-on.
She moved up my calves to lower thighs before going back down to the other leg. Gradually she got closer and closer to my more erogenous zones. She noticed me moving my legs, easing them a little further apart. She stifled another giggle.
'You like zis huh. I zink you are relaxing no?'
I did not deign to reply just added another little groan as she now started massaging the top of my thighs.
She had moved the towel further back up my body again. It was nicely warming but as a protection against her wandering eyes I suspected it was now pretty useless. It was folded over at the very base of my bum and while it may have covered my bumhole, my balls would have been widely visible. Every so often she would brush them with her fingertips as she massaged the inside of my thighs.
Risibly she now folded the towel a different way to expose just my right buttock, and probably my bum-hole. I guess she was showing me that she knew the way the professionals did it.
The fun started as she deeply kneaded first my right buttock and then my left and then, dispensing with the towel to the back of my knees, she kneaded my bum like a heavy dough. The odd finger slid down my crack and even, I felt, hovered, over my bum hole.
I felt more oil being slopped around, over the buttocks and down my crack.
As she stood by my knees and pushed her hands deep into my buttocks and then up, an oily thumb, accidentally? pushed into my anal passage.'
I grunted.
'Ooh M'sieu. I am zo zorry. My fingers, how you say, slip into your cute leetle 'ole, par accident. Per'aps M'sieu may wish to smack my derriere a leetle later.'
Before I could rise and throw her over my knee, or even speak to confirm the appointment, she raised the towel over my torso and said,
