It has been months since I have had a massage so it didn’t take a long time for him to convince me to go. The minute I lay on the massage table I was transported to another world. The dim lights, the soft music, the earthy scents. It didnt hurt that he was on the next table with only a towel covering him.
As we waited for the massage therapists to begin, I was enjoying myself admiring his body. His strong powerful legs and arms. His naked back but my favourite bit of him was covered. No naughty people, I meant his ass. I love grabbing his ass because it fits perfectly in my hands. He has one of those asses that looks incredible when he is naked.
He felt my eyes on him and turned on his side to look at me.”What are you looking at?” I sighed at the sight of his gorgeous torso. His towel was dangerously low and I could see some of his stubble. I giggled and blushed. Why did I think this was a good idea? Now I would have to endure the hour knowing that he is naked right next to me but I can’t do anything.