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.