I’ve posted a few hotpast stories recently about my wife but this one I love. I ask her about it regularly, adding new details each time.
My wife went for her first massage when she was in her late teens at a Beach resort in Turkey. It was one of those typical, ramshackle beach shack type places. One of her friends was keen so a few of them went in straight off the beach. They were all allocated different rooms, the type where a curtain is pulled across to divide the beds.
As it was her first massage so she didn’t know what to expect so she was a little surprised when a male masseur walked in. My wife said he was much older than her probably late 20s with dark hair wearing a tight black polo and black trousers.
She was wearing a bikini. The masseur told her to take it off. As he turned away, she quickly stripped it off and she climbed on the bed face down. Naked.