Massage Party: an extract

I turned over, clutching the towel to my breasts. For some reason I hadn't expected one of the masseurs to be male and I was suddenly self-conscious.Callum had no such issues. He casually rolled over, his body dragging the towel with him, exposing his neat little arse to the world.Lenny didn't seem to mind at all. He just whipped the towel away altogether, so that my husband lay there naked while the masseur rubbed oil into his hands in preparation.I lay more demurely on my front, with the towel covering me from the waist down. With my head to one side, I watched as Lenny started to work Callum's back and shoulders. The masseur was good to watch, I had to admit. His short-sleeved white top did little to conceal the rippling of his muscles, and those black trousers hugged him tight in all the right places.Abbi's touch was light at first. Too gentle. But then she became a bit more positive in her movements and her fingers started to plough through my muscle tissue, so firmly it almost hurt.Standing at the head of the bed, she worked at my shoulders and then pushed down towards my waist, her hands pushing beneath the towel and reaching the top of my arse. Starting at the top again, she pushed down, and this time a finger traced the crack between my buttocks before pulling away.It was so relaxing... I could have fallen asleep, but every so often something pulled me back again: a hand sliding over the swell of a breast, a finger teasing my arse crack again and then withdrawing, the brush of a breast against my head as she leaned over me.I was reading far too much into it. I knew I was, and I was enjoying it, imagining that every stray touch was deliberate and would lead to more. Abbi was cute, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her, to feel her mouth on me as well as her hands.No harm in a little idle fantasy when a beautiful young woman is rubbing your body with luxurious scented oils.Over on the other bed, Lenny had moved to Callum's legs, and was working up them with powerful surges, his hands wrapped around first one leg and then the other.Just then, Callum shifted position, parting his legs a little, and the next surging movement from Lenny took him up to the top of my husband's thigh to his backside, kneading the tight muscles there.The visual was really working for me, combined with Abbi's intimate touch...She'd moved while I watched the men, and was gently pulling at my toes and massaging the balls of my feet. Suddenly it was as if every sensation in my body was focused there.One hand on my left calf, sliding up, teasing every trace of tension out of the muscles. Then the other joined it and they slid up the back of my thigh.I realised then that Abbi had pulled the towel away altogether and I hadn't even noticed.Lenny was watching, grinning, as was Callum.Soft hands, sliding up the back of my thigh, reaching buttock, sliding over me. She must have used so much oil!And again, this time with one hand on the inside of my thigh.(continues)

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