For my eighteenth birthday I got a coupon for a massage at our local fitness center from my mom who has been exercising there for many years. She gave it to me ahead of time so that I could enjoy the massage on my special day and feel good and well, just before heading to my annual birthday party with my friends.
I had never had a professional massage before, so I was a bit unsure what to expect. A good friend of mine had some experience with this and told me that you just undress all the way to your underwear, lie down on a comfy massage table, and then the therapist works on all, or almost all, muscles of your body. Although it may feel a bit strange at first to expose yourself that much in front of someone you don't know and also be touched by this person almost everywhere, you get used to it and start to really enjoy it and like it a lot. Basically, she said, I shouldn't be worried, and just relax and enjoy the whole process.
That was helpful in some sense, but did not make all my nervousness go away. I also asked my mom if she knew the therapist who was scheduled to give me the massage and she said that she only had him once or twice before since he was fairly new but he was a nice person with a good karma (as she put it) and did wonders with her body. She also told me that he was scheduled to do a Swedish massage for me which is apparently a kind of massage with not too much pressure on the muscles.
Learning that I was to be treated by a guy made me feel a bit insecure again, as I haven't had a boyfriend yet and only was used to touching myself. When I was fourteen, my older sister showed me how to masturbate one night when our parents were away and since that time I had been pleasing myself quite regularly and got to at least one orgasm every time I played with my breasts, rubbed my labia and clitoris and finger fucked my pussy.
I am a white girl from the Midwest, 5'6" tall, weigh around 125 lbs, and wear my light blonde hair short. I'm known as the "nature girl" among my friends since I never wear any make up and don't shave my underarms or my legs ever. (I heard that this is very common in many other countries, such as those in Europe.) But since my hair is so fair, very fine and short, I can even wear nude pantyhose without anyone noticing my little cute hairs on my legs.-
Since my birthday was on a Saturday, I didn't have to attend school, and after breakfast I drove my mom's car to the fitness center where they showed me the waiting room of the spa section. I sat down on a large chair and not much later, a young Indian guy with a big smile entered and called my name.
"That's me, hi, how are you?" I responded.
"I am very good, thanks!" he replied with a strong Indian accent that I found very cute. Most likely not born here, I thought. "My name is Vijay, by the way, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too." I loved his sparkling brown eyes that expressed a very warm and loving aspect of his personality. He was only about one or two inches taller than myself and had a very athletic body. His hair was short and a bit curly and he had a three-day-beard which gave his face a very sexy appearance. He wore a white T-shirt that allowed his chest and abdominal muscles to show a bit, and dark blue shorts ending a bit below his knees. He wore white sneakers and white sports socks and his very shapely and muscular hairy dark legs were a great contrast to them. Finally, I also noted a golden necklace, containing several colorful and sparkling stones, that showed his good taste for male jewelry. Standing closer to him, I noticed his exotic fragrance which made me feel a bit aroused but also comfortable and soothed.
"Please follow me into my room, Becky," he said and we walked through several doors and through a narrow hallway, until we finally arrived in a tiny little room. There was just space enough for his massage table, a small end table for his utensils and a chair. It smelled very soothing and sweet due to some burning aroma candles and he had already turned on a small boom box in the corner that had a CD with relaxing music in it.
I felt my nervousness subsiding rapidly as I felt myself at home in these surroundings. He asked me to undress and then lie face down on the massage table and cover myself with the sheet.
He left the room, closed the door, and I took off all my clothes except for my pink panties and my 36B white bra. I climbed the table, lay down, putting my face on the circular face rest that Vijay had pointed out to me earlier, and pulled the sheet over my body. I noticed that the table was heated from underneath and enjoyed this comfortable warm feeling very much. I closed my eyes and relaxed, taking in the sounds of the music and the scents from the aroma candles.
A minute later, there was a gentle knock at the door.
"Becky?" Vijay asked for me.
