(Author's note :
Early in my massage career, a husband books me as a birthday present - a wife's first nudist massage I'm a tantric practitioner as well as doing 'regular' massages. I'm not going to pretend that what happened with Anne and Michael is Tantra. This was before I got into the tantric work. But it was a lovely experience all the same! )
I'd not long qualified as a masseur but had been a nudist for many years so I decided to place an ad in a nudist magazine. I thought I would enjoy working with like-minded people and that nudists should be a good market. I advertised for both clients visiting me and me going to them. I did state in the ad that I was not offering sexual services. And I intended to keep to that... Honest!!!
However, I soon realised that a lot of husbands who called had no intention of actually booking a massage and were ringing just to have a fantasy over the phone about me screwing their wives (who were, surprise surprise, never there at the time!). While I can see the appeal of that idea, I couldn't afford to be a free fantasy line! So, I started insisting that I spoke to both of them before taking a booking. This strategy worked well and one autumn day, a couple, Michael and Anne, called me to ask about my services.
A nude massage was to be the wife's birthday present!
On arrival at their house, I was greeted at the door in a friendly manner by Michael. It was early evening, just after dark. Seems they didn't want my arrival to be too obvious to the neighbours. I went in, lugging my massage table and a small bag with oil, Mp3 player and the table-covering into the living room to find Anne's very pretty face smiling at me from the sofa, dressed only in a gown.
She had collar-length blond hair and, from what I could see so far, an average build and my eyes were drawn to the curves of her breasts where the gown didn't quite cover all of her.
"Remember you're here to give a massage!"
I chided myself inwardly.
Her smile was genuine but I couldn't help detect a little nervousness. As I set up my table and covered it, I did my best to put her at ease with some gentle chit-chat, including asking her if she'd had a massage before. She told me she had been to a few salons but never experienced a nude setting like this.
"Well, I think you'll love it," I said. "I know I much prefer working this way," I told her as I got out of my clothes and stood by the table, giving her a chance to inspect her present. They both seemed pleased, which I was happy to see. Michael sat on the sofa beside Anne and gave her a little kiss.
"Ready?" he asked.
She took a deep breath and said, "I suppose so!"
She stood up and opened her robe, letting it slip off her and left it on the sofa. She looked even better than I'd imagined through her covering and I told myself once again to focus on the job. That was a bit difficult, given her pert breasts, pleasing, shapely figure and neatly trimmed pussy.
I could see she wasn't used to being naked in front of another man, especially with her husband looking on. Her embarrassment was only slight, but it was there and made her look cute and appealing.
"OK," I said with a smile, "Face-up first please, Anne."
She lay down as requested and I pressed play on my Mp3 player and speaker, letting some soft, meditative music drift into the room. Standing beside her, I took one of her hands in mine and just held her for a minute, letting her get to know the hands that would soon be exploring her body. A couple of deep breaths in and sighs out later, she nodded that she was ready.
I started with the front of her legs, applying firm pressure from her ankles to the top of her thighs, then returning with a very soft touch all the way back down the sides. I repeated this a few times then ran up the outside with the pressure and stroked lightly back down the front.
That done, I began kneading her muscles, which naturally pulled each leg towards the sides of the table, opening her up slightly. I worked closer and closer to - but didn't touch - her pussy.
"Too soon for that,"
I told myself,
