You feel the coldness of the massage table against your naked body as you lay yourself down. Pulling the towel over your bum you knowingly pull it an inch further up, knowing that if someone was standing at your feet they would be able to see you.
A minute feels like an hour. You wait there, exposed, thinking of what is about to happen, your body flushing with anticipation.
You hear the door handle turn. You realise you've been tapping your foot and suddenly lay very still.
The door closes. Footsteps coming closer. You see through the bottom of the table that my feet, which before had shoes on, are now bare. You wonder if I have anything on.
You smell the massage oil before hearing it. The scent relaxes you further as you hear me cover my hands in it.
My hands start at your ankle, spreading the oil upwards with both of my hands wrapping around your legs. Noticing how my hands encapsulate you, you are reminded how much smaller you are. How exposed. How open. You feel yourself throb at the thought of this.
Hands working from your calf, over your knee, up to your thigh. My fingers trace inside your legs, carefully not touching your wetness directly.
You feel the to towel displaced as my hands spread oil over your butt with each stroke outwards separating you slightly. You know I'm watching this, watching you in front of me, in my hands.
My hands then more to your other leg. You realise you were holding your breath and let out a small exhale. Spreading oil up your legs in the same way I reach the top of your butt. I reach my hands inside the top of your leg and spread them slightly.
My hands exploring you, circling you but never touching you where you want it. You become aware that you are wetter and wetter as my fingers draw closer to you.
