I walked into the room, noticing the dimmed light, candles and soft music, but before I had a chance to take it all in, she demanded I remove all my clothes.
“All of them?†I asked, unsure if I had misheard her.
She nodded, and I proceeded to slip off my jeans and top. She gestured toward my bra and pants too, and I self-consciously removed them, feeling awkward in my nakedness as I stood before her. How odd, I thought, that I should be so uncomfortable with my nudity in this situation; how ironic that the opposite is true when it’s a guy I am with.
She flattened the bed sheet and told me to lie down on my front. The clean crisp white cotton felt cool on my skin as I positioned myself onto the mattress; it smelt of lavender and geranium – lovely. She moved swiftly around me, her hands dancing on my back, circling my curves, her oiled fingers rhythmically flexing against my skin. It was lovely, so relaxing, so…hold on a minute: those are my breasts, what the hell…?
My breasts might be big and when I’m lying on my front I know they are liable to, er, spill out a bit at the sides, and I’m aware that if one runs their hands up from my hips to my underarms, they will inevitably meet my boobs on the way, but there was no denying it: this woman was purposefully stroking my tits.
Because I’ve never had a massage before, I thought it would be a great way to release the stress I’ve been under in recent months. So when I booked a full-body session at the hotel I was staying at, I had assumed that it would mean my back, legs and arms were rubbed. I didn’t for a minute think that some woman’s oiled up hands would be gently manipulating my mammaries.
I lay there, her slippery fingers circling the curves of my breasts and tried to think. Surely this was out of bounds? Shouldn’t she should be focusing on my back and shoulders, rather than letting her hands slide down my sides and under my tits? Didn’t she realise that doing such a thing was inappropriate? Or, maybe that was the point? Perhaps I had inadvertently stumbled across a masseuse who was getting a kick out of the fact that I was prostrate and therefore in a compromising position and she was, god forbid, taking advantage of me?