A Trip to Remember

Sheena led me to the massage table and told me to get on it lying face down. Using whatever modesty I had remaining, or at least cared to use, I loosened the towel in the front and swung my left leg up onto the table followed by the rest of my now flushed body. Brad was standing behind me as I maneuvered myself onto my stomach, and I was sure he was treated to a quick beaver shot as I did so, or at least I hoped he had. Beaver shot may not be quite the right term as my pubic hairs are virtually non-existent due to my laser treatments and occasional trims with a razor by Frankie.

Sheena turned on some quiet mood music from a small CD player that she must have brought with her. The mood was set...music, the smell of lit candles, my small high from the scotch, and me nude with two strangers in a private setting. I took a long, slow breath, closed my eyes and put my face in the donut shaped face-rest of the bed waiting for the sensual pleasures that most certainly would follow.

Brad moved to the head of the bed and carefully folded down the towel from off my shoulders down to just above my waist. I kept my arms at my side with my hands down towards my feet leaving the sides of my breasts well hidden from view. After pouring oil onto his hands, Brad began to give my shoulders and back a very relaxing deep rub down, going up and down my spine and neck in a very skilled and professional manner. Sheena would occasionally direct his manipulations either by verbally correcting his moves or by using her own hands to demonstrate the proper technique.

I should mention as I lifted myself onto the table, my attendants partially disrobed themselves. Sheena had removed the white frock that she had arrived in, leaving her in a tight spandex jump suit with the front zipper left open almost to her navel, with the bottom resembling short-shorts, ending just below her nicely rounded ass. With my first brief glance, it was easy to see that she wore nothing underneath, as her pert nipples nearly poked a hole through the material covering them and her folds of her vagina clearly visible under the shadows of the faint surrounding light.

Bradley too had removed his frock, and his appearance was quite similar. A tight muscle shirt emphasized his well-sculpted upper body including his chest, neck, and arm muscles. I could even see the outline of his rock-hard abs that thrust through the thin cotton material. What was even more shocking and exciting were the short loose exercise shorts he wore that left plenty of room for an eager hand like my own to reach up to explore what hung underneath. I made up my mind I would take that opportunity as soon as I got the chance.

After Brad got into his rhythm doing my neck and back, Sheena moved down to my lower half. Gingerly she rolled the large towel up from where it was covering my calves up to the tops of my legs. I suddenly realized that I was totally uncovered except for my ass and that fact made me almost lightheaded with anticipation. Sheena slightly spread my legs, applied some oil to her warm hands, and began to massage the backs of my calves and thigh with long, powerful strokes. As she moved up between my legs I instinctively spread them so she could more easily knead my inner thighs, a move that not surprisingly allowed easier access to my most private areas. With every stroke I imagined, no I can say hoped, that she would get more intimate with her warm hands.

Brad lightly took a hold of my wrists and slowly repositioned them away from my sides and placed them above my head with my hands dangling over the front edge of the table. After he was satisfied that my sides were unobstructed, he poured a small amount of oil onto his hands, leaned over my head, and began to deeply rub my back and sides, first up near my arm pits then moving slowly and strongly all the way down to the top of my buttocks. His fingers lightly grazed the sides of my breasts with his first return stroke, a touch that could be construed to be accidental since my own weight and Brad's pressure caused my ample DD's to balloon to the sides. As he reach down and bent forward, I could feel the soft cotton of his shorts bump up against the backs of my fingers. After a couple of these strokes, I knew he could easily feel my touch and he took no action to avoid it...for that matter, he seemed to linger longer as he stretched his arms down as far as he could reach.

At my first opportunity when he brought his body upright and his shorts away from the table edge, I moved my hands so they were almost touching at the center. Since the table height almost exactly matched the height of his crotch, I was treated to the unmistakable feel of his penis as he moved his slippery hands back down to my ass. It was no accident that he remained pressed against the back of my fingers, so I slightly turned my hands so my fingers were on either side of his semi-erect cock. and lightly stroked his manhood. In just a few seconds I could feel him grow harder as his excitement began to do what comes naturally. I'm not sure which one of us moaned first.

As I felt myself becoming moist from the sexual excitement, Sheena suddenly suggested she and Brad switch ends so he could get more experience with giving a leg massage. Whether she sensed what was going on between Brad and I, or if it was just a coincidence, her poor timing interrupted an erotic moment that both of us were not so willing to abandon. Without much protest however, Brad straightened up and moved over to the side to exchange places with her while giving me a nice view of the slight tenting of the front of his shorts caused by his arousal. I thought I even noticed a small area where a bit of pre-cum had moistened the material.

In order to continue the passion of the moment, I widened my legs slightly, so little that the movement might not be noticed, but enough that the new probing fingers would have easier access to the areas that needed attention now the most. With every stoke up my thighs, Brad seemed to come closer and closer to my crotch. I could now feel just the faintest pressure at the very tops of my legs, and with that a slight pressure pushing my legs apart even more.

I suddenly moaned with pleasure as his fingers gently probed against my perineum (that small sensitive area between my anus and vagina). My moan was a sound so guttural and primitive that it startled all of us. Sheena asked if I was all right, knowing full well the manipulations had progressed to a higher stage than what was normally taught in a massage class. I could only slightly nod my head and with all my effort I softly mumbled, "More, please more, don't stop now. Please!"

I felt I was at a heightened state I had seldom, if ever, been at before. I can only equate it with the feeling just before orgasm as Frankie's mouth encircled my pussy and his tongue flitted with my clit. My breathing was rapid and my skin felt like it was on fire. As Brads fingers seemed to just begin their exploration of my outer lips, Sheena suddenly stopped the whole process and suggested it was time that I turned over onto my back. My God! Is this really happening...can I go to the next level?