I [M] Accidentally Gave [F] an Erotic Massage at a Private Retreat in Nepal

Pretty much as the title says, this is a recollection of the first time I gave an erotic massage – which happened to be an accidental, completely unexpected, yet totally delightful experience.

Right before the lockdowns hit us here in Melbourne, I was in Nepal for around 4 weeks, visiting a couple of old friends. Naturally, I was looking for things to do, and one of my mates suggested I should try this small, private, 2-week massage retreat organised by a nudist European couple. It was near Pokhara where I was, and super cheap for my student-wallet, so I figured what the hell, let’s do it. And boy was that a good decision.

When the facilitators walked into the first induction meeting completely nude, that really set the tone for the entire retreat. By the end of the first hour, the 15-odd people there had all seen each other naked, and were getting comfortable. There were all kinds of shapes, sizes and skin colours out on display, and the gender ratio was very close to 50-50. Some of the guys (including me 😅) had obvious boners when we’d first stripped, but we all got used to the nudity pretty quick, so they soon went away.

*That is, until we started getting into the hands-on massage workshops.* You see, one of the main mottos of the facilitators was “Touch is great, and sensual touch is awesome. Everyone deserves to be touched lovingly, and we want to teach you how to do it.”

One of the girls there – let’s call her R – had caught my eye since the very beginning, even before we’d all nuded up. She had the most radiant, glowing, dark, melanin skin, greenish-hazel eyes, short curly hair, and an infectious smile. She was small – probably 5’0 – but had curves in all the right places. The most juicy, plump, round ass, perky breasts, and dark brown nipples which stared at you in the face – it was so hard not to stare back!

I began talking to R during the first lunch, and we vibed with each other pretty much instantly. We also happened to be the youngest people there (she was 21), so that helped. I remember we laughed a lot during lunch, playfully complimenting each other, pretending to be oblivious to the nudity all around. I was sitting across from her, and occasionally as we ate I would catch myself shifting my gaze up from her plate onto her exposed breasts. I don’t think she caught me at the time, but I had to concentrate my hardest not to be hard in that moment *(haha, pun initially accidental but I’m keepin’ it)*.

R and I decided that, if we were allowed to partner up for massage sessions, we would practice on each other. And it happened for the first time, during the lower-body hands-on session. Everyone chose partners, and the receivers wore disposable massage underwear (basically a piece of paper shaped like a G-string).

R lay on her stomach in her paper G-string, her gorgeous ass almost sticking up on the massage table. The G-string was white, and didn’t really leave much to the imagination. From its sides, I could see the folds of her pussy for the first time. Now (obviously) I was super turned on already, but we were in a room with 7 or 8 other pairs of people performing similar massages, so my rational brain decided not to give me a raging boner. (For which I was incredibly thankful.)

The male facilitator started demonstrating some basic strokes for legwork on his wife on the “stage” area. We had a choice of oils and lotions available and could start with our partners at any time – I just went with regular coconut oil.

I remember first applying the oil on R’s ass and thighs. Her skin was so soft, it felt magical. I definitely used too much oil to begin with, and some of it trickled down the sides of her thighs onto the table. I apologised and we laughed it off as I started rubbing the oil into her glutes, thighs, and calves, as she settled into the table.

The facilitator had a mic set up, and as he continued his massage, he kept re-iterating some of the principles. *Always start slow. Apply firm touch. Feel the warmth of the receiver. Think you’re going slow? You can probably go slower. Let your hands move intuitively.*

I tried to follow along. Once the oil was spread over her lower body, I started very slowly working R’s calves between my thumbs and palms, gently but firmly at the same time. For probably the first 5 to 10 minutes, I just massaged her calves. She would let out a deep breath of relief every now and then. I asked softly if the pressure was good, and she said it was great.

Next would be her thighs. I started from the back of the knees, gradually moving up with each stroke, with each movement, going slowly and making sure I don’t miss an area.

After probably about 20 minutes of massaging her thighs, I started moving upwards and closer to her inner thighs. That’s when R let out a little moaning sound, followed by a sigh. By accident, I’m sure, since she tried to muffle it into the headrest. Her leg twitched slightly, before relaxing again. I started to realise R was getting turned on. Now I did have a raging, unhide-able boner. But I couldn’t be distracted.

The facilitator chimed in again. *Go slow. Feel the warmth of the receiver’s skin.*

I thought to myself, this would be a fun game – how slowly can I reach further and further up her inner thigh. How many times could she twitch like that? Turns out, a lot of times, I lost count! And I could tell it got more intense for her every time, because her leg would shake for a good second, and her entire lower body would shudder. I asked once again, if the pressure was good, and R just quietly let out “mmmmh”, which said more than she could have with words.

Finally, it was time to move onto her glutes. By this time, some of the oil had been absorbed so I warmed up some more between my palms and started rubbing her beautiful ass. First gently, then firmly, kneading her glutes, almost like dough. I realised very soon that when I moved her ass cheeks using circular motions in opposite directions, her G-string (which was pretty lose in the first place) would move to the side, and give me *full* view of her gorgeous lips. *And that’s when I saw it.* As the paper moved, I could see that she had a big – and I mean reaaaaally big – wet spot on the inside of the underwear. As I kept moving my hands in circles, pulling her ass cheeks apart with the movements, I saw strings of her pussy juices connect and disconnect with her G-string, like a beautiful spiderweb of grool. Maybe this is *really* why they make the underwear disposable?

Soon enough, almost instinctively, I moved my right hand back to her inner thigh while my left hand kept massaging her ass. This time, I went really close to her pussy, basically touching the sides of her labia. Now I did feel the real warmth of her skin. *When I tell you, that thing was radiating heat like a motherfucker. Like, I literally felt my hand not just warm but HOT.*

It felt so natural, primal, intuitive and pure in that moment. God I so wished we were alone right then!

But of course, we weren’t, so I was forced to give her the lady equivalent of blue balls during the session. However, if it’s any consolation, we did meet up again later that night (except this time it was in private in my room – thank fuck). And the build-up, anticipation, and pent-up sexual frustration of that day’s sessions had been worth it.

We ended up having almost 2-weeks of continuous fun during the retreat. And we definitely lost count of how many massages we gave each other – our bodies were basically melted gloop by the end!

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Perhaps not as steamy and explicit as some of the other stories on here, but I thought it was true to the sub and you might enjoy it… I certainly enjoyed writing about it, and reminiscing about the experience that made me a huge fan of massages :D

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qjfruq/i_m_accidentally_gave_f_an_erotic_massage_at_a