It started off like any other massage. I was relaxed, enjoying the masseuse’s experienced hands finding and relieving the knots of immense tension in my back. We had agreed it was wise to start with me on my stomach so she could attack the damage done to my body by frequent cross country travel mixed with a semi regular lifting program. By the time she was pressing the hot towel into my back I was practically floating.
She covered my back up with the sheet and began to unwrap my left leg. As she started to rub lotion into my hamstring I realized I was fairly more exposed than normal as I could feel cooler air rushing between my legs and greeting my manhood. My suspicions were further confirmed as I felt my masseuse’s hands pressing further and further up my leg until she was directly massaging my glutes. This was definitely unusual but my legs were stiff from top to bottom so perhaps she was just going the extra mile. It felt great and I certainly didn’t mind.