Manhandled in the nude
We settled on the idea of finding somewhere who offered a full body massage with an English speaking masseur. This would make communication easier if I found I could not go through with it. I agreed with David that I could eventually be completely nude by the end of the massage and that the masseur could work on my whole body but I was too nervous to seek a full erotic encounter.
David found a naturist resort in the south of England with a resident masseur who offered massage for women. This seemed to tick all of my boxes and David made contact by email to make the arrangements. The masseur was an Irish guy named Kieran and he was delighted to offer the service to me.
David also made all of the travel arrangements and as the day drew closer, I became anxious and excited all over again with the wet panties daydreams becoming even more exhilarating.
When the day came, I was as nervous as a kitten, with a deliciously wet pussy. I tried not to think too much about it on the journey but David seemed to want to talk about nothing else and I could tell by the constant bulge in his trousers that he was possibly even more aroused than me. While driving he would constantly touch my pussy through my short skirt, and slide his fingers up to caress my swollen clit and press his finger tips between my thighs and inside the edge of my panties to tease my sopping wet pussy. Although this was deliciously horny, it was also increasing one of my greatest anxieties. I was worried that the masseur would not just eventually see and touch my body completely naked, but that my pussy would be obviously dripping and totally swollen from the beginning.
I could see David's dick straining at his shorts and I knew he was really enjoying playing with my pussy and getting me all wet so I caressed his swollen bulge and allowed him to continue even though I was now moaning with both nervous anxiety and also the tension of pure sexual pleasure.
We arrived safely which is a miracle as David was careering along country roads and I still wonder how we didn't end up smashed into a hedge with my panties wrapped around David's neck. The resort was in a quiet rural area a few miles outside London, and although it was obviously not 4 star, the atmosphere was relaxed and I decided it would be fine for the day.