17-01-2019, 11:13 AM
One night, Anita and Amit were sitting in the living room and relaxing after dinner. Anita was wearing just a panty and a long night shirt without a bra whereas Amit was in his boxer shorts and bare chested.
‘Hey Amit,’ She said, reading the local paper. ‘Listen to this. They are looking for people to join a massage class. They teach the “art of sensual massage”. Do you want to try it?’
‘I suppose so. How much is it?’ Amit asked.
‘It's 200 bucks per person and its here. Just in the neighborhood. They start tomorrow night. I'm going to call them. Shall I?’ Amit nodded.
She called them and they said it was a small group. The idea was to have someone teach them how to give sensuous massages. They were both intrigued and figured that they could learn some techniques. They had a good sex life but what was the harm in trying to give it some extra zing?
The day came and Amit got home from work a little early so they could eat and be ready on time. Since massage was on the agenda, Anita put on a loose T shirt and a pair of jeans. She deliberately did not wear the bra. Amit too was similarly attired. They walked over to the apartment building address that they gave Anita. It was on the second floor of an old brownstone building and quite stylish. They rang the doorbell of the apartment and stood back, wondering if this was going to be worth it.
The door was opened by an attractive woman of about forty, dressed in a salwar suit and of attractive build.
‘Hi. I'm Seema, are you here for the meeting?" She said, motioning them into a spacious living room. It was a room richly decorated and a few people were sitting on the oriental carpet on the floor. Amit introduced himself and Anita and their host beckoned them to have a seat. Amit took off his while Anita slipped off her sandals outside. They sat on the floor with the others and she made introductions.
There was Seema and her husband, a fiftyish man bringing a tray of drinks into the room, a plump couple in their thirties leaning on the couch and two single men, one was an effeminate thirty year old and the other was probably about the age of Amit and Anita.
Seema addressed the group. ‘Thanks for all coming, we are now all here. We had some other people call but you all know that people are unpredictable, right?" All nodded assent.
‘Now, the purpose of the group is to learn massage techniques and I will be your instructor. First, I need to collect fifty rupees from each of you to be sure you are still serious.’ She continued to talk as she moved around the room, collecting money. ‘Have any of you ever given a massage before?’
No one raised their hands. She continued.
‘Well, we will cover the main points tonight. Would anyone here be offended if we were to perform a massage here tonight?’ No hands.
‘Okay, then. Let's begin.’ She went on to describe the basic techniques of massage therapy and brought out a flip chart with anatomical drawings. It was an interesting talk.
‘So,’ She said. "How about a volunteer for a live demonstration? We need someone young with a good body. I will do the massaging and all you need to do is lie there. How about you Anita?’
All eyes went to Anita who nervously looked around. Amit nudged her with his elbow when she did not respond.
‘What’s it?’ she whispered.
‘What about you?’ Amit said.
‘No way. She may want the person to strip fully.’ Anita protested.
‘Well these guys are all strangers and they appear to be decent. Nobody knows who we are and moreover they too are young. For all you know you may not have to strip fully.’ Amit explained. Anita still seemed to be a trifle hesitant. ‘Come on.’ Amit encouraged.
Anita looked up at Seema and said, ‘Okay. What do I do?’
‘Come with me into the other room and I'll show you.’ They walked into the next room, presumably set up with a massage table. From the other room, Seema’s voice could be heard, ‘Just get as comfortable as you like and lie under that sheet, we'll give you a few minutes.’
She came back and they all made small talk for a few minutes and then she led them into the next room. As Amit had rightly guessed suspected, it was a room with a massage table in the middle, some other tables around the periphery of the room with piles of towels on them. Anita was lying face down under a sheet.
‘Good. Anita. I am glad you were feeling confident enough to get that comfortable.’ Seema continued. Amit could see what she meant. The sheet was thin and Amit could see Anita's outline quite well under the sheet. She was fully nude.
‘Now, the rest of you just have a seat and I will begin.’ She motioned to stools around the periphery of the room and all sat down. Seema turned down the dimmer to bring the room to a peaceful twilight and then she turned up some peaceful music on the radio.
‘Now, watch me carefully. I will describe each maneuver as I go. Remember the major moves, you can check me on that wall chart showing the anatomy.’ She rubbed her hands together to warm them and stood across the table from us, looking across Anita's form to the rest of us. ‘Please don't talk among yourselves but you can ask me questions as I work.’
She pulled down the sheet to expose Anita's back, leaving it at about mid-waist level. The base of her well endowed breasts were visible with the nipples hidden in the bed. ‘Anita, you'll tell me if you don't want me to expose you too much, won't you?’
‘Yes, I will Seema, don't worry about me. Its okay with us; this whole thing.’ She looked at Amit and smiled as they both remembered the mall incident.
Seema began to rub warm oil on Anita's back and was kneading the muscles and Amit looked around the room. Everyone was riveted to Anita's form and she seemed very relaxed. Amit thought that she was writhing a bit with pleasure.
‘Anita, do you mind if I move the towel down lower?’ Seema asked.
There was a slight pause and then Anita reached down and threw the sheet on the floor. She was face down and completely nude. Her ass looked good and she had her legs slightly parted. The pussy lips could be seen albeit partly but Anita just kept her head on her folded arms and appeared to be fully relaxed.
Seema then moved down to her feet and began to work her way up right up from her feet to her legs with long slow strokes, very sensuous and lingering for a long time between her thighs. She took care to avoid getting entangled in Anita’s dainty anklets. She repeated the act again and very lightly and quickly pulled her buttock cheeks apart just to let the oil stimulate the rich nerve endings of that area. Amit again looked around the room. Everyone was speechless, looking at the scene of the pretty housewife being massaged in the nude.
Seema placed one hand over Anita's low back and the other at the base of her neck and stood there a moment. Then she said ‘Okay Anita, you can turn over now if you want to.’
Anita looked at Amit, smiled and rolled slowly onto her back. Her nipples chocolate brown in colour were on end which was surprising to one who looked at them because of her fair complexion and she had a sensuous smile on her lips. Except for the carefully designed line of hair over her mound, her pussy lips too were visible. Besides Amit, the others who were present also appeared to be impressed with her beauty, poise and body confidence. Seema continued her massage, very professionally avoiding Anita's nipples and crotch but Amit could see that Anita was enjoying the whole thing. Before long, the massage was finished and Seema stood back and spoke.
‘Now look how relaxed she is. How do you feel Anita?’
Anita sat up on the edge of the table and smiled at all of them. ‘I feel great. This was a great massage. Thank you’ She stood up and stretched, still very naked, in front of all of them and sat back on the table again. Amit overheard a man telling his wife ‘Look, such body confidence and a beautifully shaped pussy!’ Amit turned and saw a look of admiration on the face of the couple.
Seema took over again and said, ‘Your drinks have been refreshed, lets go back into the sitting room.’
‘Hey Amit,’ She said, reading the local paper. ‘Listen to this. They are looking for people to join a massage class. They teach the “art of sensual massage”. Do you want to try it?’
‘I suppose so. How much is it?’ Amit asked.
‘It's 200 bucks per person and its here. Just in the neighborhood. They start tomorrow night. I'm going to call them. Shall I?’ Amit nodded.
She called them and they said it was a small group. The idea was to have someone teach them how to give sensuous massages. They were both intrigued and figured that they could learn some techniques. They had a good sex life but what was the harm in trying to give it some extra zing?
The day came and Amit got home from work a little early so they could eat and be ready on time. Since massage was on the agenda, Anita put on a loose T shirt and a pair of jeans. She deliberately did not wear the bra. Amit too was similarly attired. They walked over to the apartment building address that they gave Anita. It was on the second floor of an old brownstone building and quite stylish. They rang the doorbell of the apartment and stood back, wondering if this was going to be worth it.
The door was opened by an attractive woman of about forty, dressed in a salwar suit and of attractive build.
‘Hi. I'm Seema, are you here for the meeting?" She said, motioning them into a spacious living room. It was a room richly decorated and a few people were sitting on the oriental carpet on the floor. Amit introduced himself and Anita and their host beckoned them to have a seat. Amit took off his while Anita slipped off her sandals outside. They sat on the floor with the others and she made introductions.
There was Seema and her husband, a fiftyish man bringing a tray of drinks into the room, a plump couple in their thirties leaning on the couch and two single men, one was an effeminate thirty year old and the other was probably about the age of Amit and Anita.
Seema addressed the group. ‘Thanks for all coming, we are now all here. We had some other people call but you all know that people are unpredictable, right?" All nodded assent.
‘Now, the purpose of the group is to learn massage techniques and I will be your instructor. First, I need to collect fifty rupees from each of you to be sure you are still serious.’ She continued to talk as she moved around the room, collecting money. ‘Have any of you ever given a massage before?’
No one raised their hands. She continued.
‘Well, we will cover the main points tonight. Would anyone here be offended if we were to perform a massage here tonight?’ No hands.
‘Okay, then. Let's begin.’ She went on to describe the basic techniques of massage therapy and brought out a flip chart with anatomical drawings. It was an interesting talk.
‘So,’ She said. "How about a volunteer for a live demonstration? We need someone young with a good body. I will do the massaging and all you need to do is lie there. How about you Anita?’
All eyes went to Anita who nervously looked around. Amit nudged her with his elbow when she did not respond.
‘What’s it?’ she whispered.
‘What about you?’ Amit said.
‘No way. She may want the person to strip fully.’ Anita protested.
‘Well these guys are all strangers and they appear to be decent. Nobody knows who we are and moreover they too are young. For all you know you may not have to strip fully.’ Amit explained. Anita still seemed to be a trifle hesitant. ‘Come on.’ Amit encouraged.
Anita looked up at Seema and said, ‘Okay. What do I do?’
‘Come with me into the other room and I'll show you.’ They walked into the next room, presumably set up with a massage table. From the other room, Seema’s voice could be heard, ‘Just get as comfortable as you like and lie under that sheet, we'll give you a few minutes.’
She came back and they all made small talk for a few minutes and then she led them into the next room. As Amit had rightly guessed suspected, it was a room with a massage table in the middle, some other tables around the periphery of the room with piles of towels on them. Anita was lying face down under a sheet.
‘Good. Anita. I am glad you were feeling confident enough to get that comfortable.’ Seema continued. Amit could see what she meant. The sheet was thin and Amit could see Anita's outline quite well under the sheet. She was fully nude.
‘Now, the rest of you just have a seat and I will begin.’ She motioned to stools around the periphery of the room and all sat down. Seema turned down the dimmer to bring the room to a peaceful twilight and then she turned up some peaceful music on the radio.
‘Now, watch me carefully. I will describe each maneuver as I go. Remember the major moves, you can check me on that wall chart showing the anatomy.’ She rubbed her hands together to warm them and stood across the table from us, looking across Anita's form to the rest of us. ‘Please don't talk among yourselves but you can ask me questions as I work.’
She pulled down the sheet to expose Anita's back, leaving it at about mid-waist level. The base of her well endowed breasts were visible with the nipples hidden in the bed. ‘Anita, you'll tell me if you don't want me to expose you too much, won't you?’
‘Yes, I will Seema, don't worry about me. Its okay with us; this whole thing.’ She looked at Amit and smiled as they both remembered the mall incident.
Seema began to rub warm oil on Anita's back and was kneading the muscles and Amit looked around the room. Everyone was riveted to Anita's form and she seemed very relaxed. Amit thought that she was writhing a bit with pleasure.
‘Anita, do you mind if I move the towel down lower?’ Seema asked.
There was a slight pause and then Anita reached down and threw the sheet on the floor. She was face down and completely nude. Her ass looked good and she had her legs slightly parted. The pussy lips could be seen albeit partly but Anita just kept her head on her folded arms and appeared to be fully relaxed.
Seema then moved down to her feet and began to work her way up right up from her feet to her legs with long slow strokes, very sensuous and lingering for a long time between her thighs. She took care to avoid getting entangled in Anita’s dainty anklets. She repeated the act again and very lightly and quickly pulled her buttock cheeks apart just to let the oil stimulate the rich nerve endings of that area. Amit again looked around the room. Everyone was speechless, looking at the scene of the pretty housewife being massaged in the nude.
Seema placed one hand over Anita's low back and the other at the base of her neck and stood there a moment. Then she said ‘Okay Anita, you can turn over now if you want to.’
Anita looked at Amit, smiled and rolled slowly onto her back. Her nipples chocolate brown in colour were on end which was surprising to one who looked at them because of her fair complexion and she had a sensuous smile on her lips. Except for the carefully designed line of hair over her mound, her pussy lips too were visible. Besides Amit, the others who were present also appeared to be impressed with her beauty, poise and body confidence. Seema continued her massage, very professionally avoiding Anita's nipples and crotch but Amit could see that Anita was enjoying the whole thing. Before long, the massage was finished and Seema stood back and spoke.
‘Now look how relaxed she is. How do you feel Anita?’
Anita sat up on the edge of the table and smiled at all of them. ‘I feel great. This was a great massage. Thank you’ She stood up and stretched, still very naked, in front of all of them and sat back on the table again. Amit overheard a man telling his wife ‘Look, such body confidence and a beautifully shaped pussy!’ Amit turned and saw a look of admiration on the face of the couple.
Seema took over again and said, ‘Your drinks have been refreshed, lets go back into the sitting room.’
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