Thank you for all the messages and thank you to all of you who have opted to follow me. In this and for subsequent chapters I have changed the name of the masseuse for reasons of confidentiality.
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I think that I am becoming a little bit of an exhibitionist. If this is the case, I probably shouldn't be surprised given my history and those memorable afternoons of my bestie Sam in being in a more or less permanently undressed state when we were around each other at her house, and Helen and I's habit of spending our downtime in nothing more than a tee shirt.
I have never been shy about covering myself up, but over the last six months or so I have found myself seeking ways to put myself on display.
The first time that this manifested itself was when I went to get a waxing. This was actually a birthday present for Helen. I know that she likes me to be hairless (although that said, I have been shaving for a long time), and I thought it would be a real treat for her to find me super smooth.
It took me a little while to find somewhere relatively local that would do the job and remove everything (which I now understand is called a 'Hollywood'), and I also had to find a way of explaining to Helen why I was letting my pubes grow out a little bit which has to be done for the waxing to be effective. I got around this by telling her that I just wanted to feel what it was like for a change, but it did feel slightly weird when you are used to a stubble free cunt.
Anyway, I got the appointment made for the day before Helen's birthday when I knew she would be at the end of a week of nights, and duly turned up for the job.
I would put the lady doing the waxing in her early to mid 30's and she was very professional, and that became quite frustrating. She was extremely friendly and very likeable, and I had an overwhelming desire to really put myself out there.
She explained the process, (particularly as I had not had it done before) and how to look after myself afterwards (nothing more than an application or two of aloe vera), and that although it would sting a bit, it wouldn't hurt as much as I might be expecting.
It's not that I was turned on -- in fact the opposite was probably the case as I was a bit concerned about my pain threshold, but I went out of my way to almost exaggerate the positions she wanted me in, and made every effort to fully expose my loose slot. I know for sure that by the time she was finished my lips were gaping and I desperately wanted her to give them some attention, but she was proficient to the end and avoided any unnecessary touches.
I had got my bottom half stripped off very quickly and stood there with my legs slightly apart as she talked me through the process, and when she got me to hop up onto the table I made absolutely sure that she could see everything I had before she started.
I couldn't have displayed myself more and derived a lot of elicit pleasure from her stares and manipulation of me and I was on the verge of masturbating myself in front of her at the completion of the waxing, but the signs were that this wouldn't have gone down very well. As it was, I bought myself off furiously when I got home.
I was practically dripping when the opportunity came to show Helen one of her presents. We had eaten out as it was her birthday, and when we got home, I stripped off in the bathroom while Helen was getting changed (with the excuse that I just wanted to freshen up as Helen would normally expect me to get changed with her).
I came downstairs with just a towel around me, and presented myself to her by standing in front of the sofa where she was sitting and asked if she would like her other present. Her answer was "absolutely," and so I simply loosened the towel and let it slip off and stepped forward a little so that my silky smooth gash was just a few inches from her face.
I then took her hand and guided towards my slick lips. It was immediately evident that she could feel the difference and the net effect of this was that she couldn't leave me alone. A lot of fingering was followed by the longest and most through lickings I can remember.
The second occasion was moderately more successful. A week or two beforehand, I had pulled my back a little bit in training. Although it wasn't what I would call an injury, it was certainly uncomfortable and at the time I figured that with a small training layoff, it would heal itself. However, it persisted a bit and as a result, and following a couple of recommendations, I got myself booked in for a sports massage.
The place was at an alternative medicine centre which seemed to offer a range of treatments including hypnotherapy, acupuncture, osteopathy etc.
As I have said, the individual doing the sports massage had been recommended to me by at least two colleagues, and I found myself in front of a lithe looking lady of indeterminate age, who introduced herself as Lizzie. She had a lovely fresh complexion and was kitted out in a white polo shirt and what looked like leggings, but not quite as tight.
We went through the usual diagnosis of what I had done and where I was tender, and she then asked me to strip off. I asked her if she wanted everything off or just outer clothes, and she told me it was up to me and what ever I would feel comfortable with, but she said that she would be able to feel my spine better without a bra.
I was feeling good about myself, so I removed everything. She had me sit on the massage table for a bit while she ran her fingers up and down my spine and around my sacroiliac joint. She then asked me to lie face down and got to work.
Although I should have been focussed on the treatment, I had an irresistible urge to display myself, so I began by parting my thighs. This didn't have quite the effect that I had hoped for, mainly because she was at my side, but eventually she moved to stand behind me, leaning in to reach the small of my back.
I half expected her to move my legs a little to reduce my thigh gap, but she didn't, so after a couple of minutes, I spread myself further.
She had been talking to me throughout, but her voice was becoming very slightly shaky, and I was trying hard to imagine what the view would be like for her.
She was complimenting me on my gluteus maximus, medius and quads so it was clear to me that she was at least looking.
After a good half hour, she said that she was nearly done, and asked me to turn over. I did this, and she carried on talking about what she had done and potential future treatment. After a minute or two, it suddenly became clear to me that she could (and probably should) have been having this conversation with me sitting down post massage, but her real objective was to look me over.
I decided to help, and did probably the most outrageous thing which was either going to get me thrown out, or establish her interest. I flopped the lower end of my legs over the sides of the table.
It was fairly blatant, but the effect was worth it. She was either braless under the polo shirt or had impressive nipples. Either way, it was clear to see that they were stiffening. She had very small tits but there was no mistaking the fact that she was getting aroused, and there appeared to be a degree of flushing around her neck.
If I wasn't sure before, in my mind, her next, probably unnecessary action proved it to me. She said in a quiet voice, 'er, could you do something for me?'
'Sure,' I responded. I wondered what was coming, half expecting some immoral request, but she was rather more subtle that that.
'Can you sit up on the table so I can feel your spine properly.,' she asked.
I pulled myself up and sat with my legs overhanging the side of the table. 'Just back a bit' she motioned, and showed me where she wanted me. This put me more or less in the middle of the table, and she lifted each of my ankles up and placed them immediately in front of my thighs.