So it was my turn for a massage.
I laid face down on the table. Vicki took a small hand towel from the bathroom and covered my ass. I use the term 'covered' loosely. It really only covered about half of my ass, from the crack down to right above the bottom of my cheeks. That was fine with me of course.... easy access!
I heard Sandy come back into the room. Somebody dimmed the lights and turned on some music. I could tell that the girls were whispering to something to each other, but because of the music I couldn't hear what they were saying.
A pair of oily hands started massaging my shoulders. The touch was firm; she kneaded the muscles of my upper back. I assumed they belonged to Vicki, as Sandy had admitted she didn't know how to massage, and these hands did.
As the hands moved down to work on my middle back on the right side, another pair took up position on the left. As both hands were working pretty hard, I realized here was not going to be any way that I would be able to tell whose were whose. I found out afterwards that the first set of hands were always Vicki's, and that Sandy would simply duplicate what Vicki did. I was thinking that all I was going to be getting was a 'rub n tug'; maybe so, but the rubbing was better than expected. The music, lighting and strong soft hands had me pretty relaxed.
The four hands moved down onto my lower back and sacrum. Each pair were still working on opposite sides, but they would meet at the base of my spine before moving back off to the sides.
Of course my butt was next. I was certain that the towel was going to be removed but it wasn't. Instead it was pulled up on both sides so that my cheeks were fully exposed. The skimpy towel just covered some of my butt crease. Each set of hands worked on a butt cheek; kneading, pushing towards the center and pulling back away. I was aware that fingers were right up in my exposed crack, that the pulling motion opened up my ass and that on the side the hands were circling around and getting close to my cock. I should have been hard as a rock, but I was very relaxed and just going with the flow. The massage so far was (almost) above board. I was impressed.
After a while my masseuses started to work on the back of my legs. Each leg got two oily hands. They firmly massaged my ankles and calves. As they progressed up my legs my mind started to wander. This is the time, in almost every massage I've gotten, that I'm aware of how close the hands get to my crotch. So it was no surprise that as I felt four hands inching closer and closer, my cock started feeling less than relaxed.
When I laid down I had positioned myself in an 'up' position, with my cock up against my belly. I could feel it growing and had to rise up just a bit to adjust it. That movement didn't go unnoticed.
"Is something wrong honey?" Vicki asked. I couldn't see her of course but I could hear the grin in her voice.
"No, everything's fine." I replied.
"I think this towel is bothering you." Sandy said, and with that she removed the last bit of covering that I had.
Now that my ass was totally accessible, the four hands started up the backs of my thighs and continued right up to my ass, meeting right above my crack. On the downward pass they crept a little deeper into my crack, down past my 'taint' and lightly brushed my balls. After a couple of these I was as hard as a rock. On the last pass one set of hands spread my cheeks. Somebody's tongue licked around my hole while another set of oiled fingers massaged my balls.
Then, rather abruptly, Vicki announced that it was time to turn around. As I did, she took a scarf from one of the drawers and tied it around my eyes. "Just so you keep your eyes to yourself.' she said, as everything went black.
So I was laying face up, totally naked, with my eyes covered and my dick as erect as it ever has been. Did I mind it? No. I enjoyed being nude and I enjoy showing others. Besides, both women had previously seen me naked, as I had seen them.
