"To preserve some modesty", is how it was phrased when given the apparel for our massage lesson. I look at your face down body on the massage table in front of me, nude save for the thinnest of strings around your waist and one disappearing between your cheeks. I guess the modesty is provided by the flimsy, tiny, white patch of material covering your pussy. I can't see it but I know it's there because I'm wearing the same g-string under the robe I still have on. With the view before me and the instructor in the room prepared to guide us through caressing and stroking each other, I'm hard already and I can feel my hardness pushing the thin material away from my body.
She moves the oils into place, making small talk about the benefits of massage and the sensuality of it, how she will teach us techniques we can use at home. I'm standing by your right side with my hand resting on your lower back inches above your naked ass, watching her set up next to you on your left. As she is talking I try to keep eye contact with her but whenever she looks from me to you, I find myself sneaking ogling glances at your body. The smooth skin of your back curving to your waist and your g-string framed ass. With your hands folded under your head I can see the side of your full breast beneath you, so exposed yet tantalizingly hidden from view.
"I think we're ready to begin," she says as she unties and removes her robe. She too is wearing just the tiny string and she gives us a warm smile as her body, naked save for the smallest triangle of material between her legs, is bared for us to see. She points to my robe, an indication that I am supposed to follow suit. I remove the robe and you see her eyes move down as she says, "Oh my." You turn your head towards me...the g-string is doing nothing to conceal my hardened state. The material is covering my balls only, my shaft and head completely exposed. I reach down to stretch the material over my cock and you say, "Don't." I freeze in place, shocked at the word. "Take it off," you tell me. I look for reaction from the masseuse, but she simply nods an ok. I slide the strings down my legs and stand nude before you, hard and pulsing. You reach out your right hand and cup my balls, "I like this better. I'm having fun already."
"Just wait," says our instructor, "the fun is just beginning. Shall we begin?" We each step to your side, her on your left, me on the right. She pours a small line of oil beginning at the base of your neck and ending at the small of your back. I follow her lead and we begin to treat your back to a four handed massage. As I rub you I look down at my own naked body...my cock is rock hard and glistening with a drop of precum at the tip.
When I look at our instructor, I see her gaze had followed mine and she is looking directly at my hard on. When she looks up, she smiles at me and says, "Remember, this is a full body massage. We need to make sure to give your partner attention everywhere." She places a few drops of oil on each of your ass cheeks and together we begin to spread the oil until your ass is glistening. "This area of the body can be very arousing but not everyone is open to the feelings. We will increase the intimacy of the massage and see if your lover is receptive or resistant." I watch as she puts a hand on each of your legs and with gentle pressure begins to spread your legs, inch by inch. Her hands slide up your inner thighs and her fingers trace over your exposed yet covered pussy, continuing upwards teasing your ass. I hear a soft moan escape from you and I know the answer to the question before it is asked. "Would you like some more attention in this area?" she asks.
