Lucy Strays Ch. 03

My desire to show off Lucy was growing. We had discussed it before, going to a nude beach, lying topless in the backyard and the sort. Lucy had never really expressed any interest and always deferred, saying that we would do it another time. However, now that she seemed to be in a good mood and feeling more confident, I thought I would try again.

"Hey Lucy, are we doing anything Saturday afternoon?" I yelled to her upstairs.

"No, is there something you wanted to do?"

"Well, I do have one idea that you might like and it rhymes with corsage," I playfully bantered.

"Oooh, la la, I'd never turn down a massage."

"OK great. Although there is one tiny catch."

"Oh boy. What is it this time?" she asked, feigning exasperation

"Don't worry, nothing crazy. I just figured we'd do a couples massage and that maybe we could do it fully naked...??"

"Why do you have this obsession with other men seeing me nude? Aren't you supposed to want me for just yourself?"

"I don't know. It's just that you look so fantastic that I want everyone else to know too. I want to share my treasure with the world," I answered dramatically.

"Fine. If this is what you really want, then I'll do it, but just this once. Besides you know there is like a 90% chance the guy will be gay anyway right," Lucy joked.

Hmm, I hadn't really thought about that. I guess she was kind of right. Oh well, it didn't really matter. It wasn't like I would know either way, and I wasn't entirely sure how I would feel about a man seeing her anyway. Maybe it would be better if the guy was gay, I thought. I got a 2pm appointment the next day so that I wouldn't chicken out.

We arrived 10 minutes early per the instructions to fill out the appropriate paperwork. It asked what type of massage we wanted, what level of clothing we preferred and a few other random questions about our preferences. Once that was all done the receptionist asked us if would like a male or female. Per our discussion in the car we each went with the opposite sex. Her for my fantasy and me because I just felt more comfortable with a woman.

The lady had us follow her into a little room to take our clothes off and put on the provided silk robes. We were then instructed to enter the massage room, take off the robe and lay face down on one of the tables. The lights were dimmed and there was a distinct rose smell filling the room. Overall, the ambiance was supposed to be a little sultry I guessed. The effect appeared to work, as Lucy looked more relaxed than I would have expected even as she slid the robe off her naked shoulders.

Once we were both face down on our tables our masseuses entered the room. I felt a little silly with just my naked ass exposed, but I could only imagine how Lucy was feeling. I knew my masseuse would have zero interest in seeing a naked man, but unless her masseur was gay, he would very much like to see her. It was a little strange because our faces were pointing at the ground to start out so we couldn't see who they were. All I could see were white shoes and white pants.

Even though we were naked they still laid a small towel over my ass, and I could only assume the same was done for Lucy. I guess naked just meant that we didn't have any underwear on, but that they would still cover us. Oh well, we were exposed enough for my fantasy I figured. Soon I felt the warm smooth hands of my masseuse start to work my outside leg. I've never really been into massages in the past, but maybe that's because my ex-girlfriends did them, not a professional. This girl really knew how to manipulate my muscles. Even I couldn't help but release a few oohs and ahhhs as my muscles relaxed under her warm hands and oil.

Lucy and I started off holding hands, but having my arm stretched out like that was starting to get uncomfortable so I let go. Lucy seemed to be enjoying her massage as well because I would hear faint sounds from her occasionally, too. Actually, my anxiety grew a bit because my mind envisioned her guy seeing her nakedness and touching her all over. Then, I worried that I would get a woody right before we had to turn over, so I tried to focus on myself.

I must have been dreaming about that scenario longer than I thought as the masseuses were soon telling us it was time to turn over. This was the first time we actually had a chance to see them. I was sort of disappointed though because they had their backs turned in order to give us some privacy as we flipped over. All I noticed was that they were both wearing what looked like loose white outfits, kind of like scrubs. Oh, I also noticed that he was black and my girl was a short brunette. Other than that, they were total mystery figures.

Once on our backs they again placed towels over my junk and over my face. Again, I assume Lucy got the same with the addition of a breast towel. It didn't go unnoticed though that he would have gotten a good look at Lucy's trimmed bush and firm tits before doing so. That thought started getting me excited again, and I could feel the blood rushing to my penis. At least the towel was covering it. As my girl got closer to my upper thighs the feeling was torture. She was so close to my dick, but every time she would get close, she moved away. It did still feel great and it was impossible not to groan.

Lucy must have been experiencing the same thing because her sounds were even a little louder and more frequent than mine. I kind of felt bad for her. Her breathing was kind of fast and this was supposed to be relaxing. I bet she was getting nervous. I started to wonder if maybe I ruined this for her. Was her nudity making her too uncomfortable and unable to fully enjoy this? Damn, I let my own stupid fantasy take control. What a selfish move.

As we were getting closer to the end of our hour, I think he must have knocked off one of her towels because I heard her take a sharp breath in, followed a few seconds later by what sounded like a deep exhale. Oh, good I thought, she must be getting more comfortable. Too bad the massage is almost over as my masseuse was on the inside of me working my neck and shoulders.

I think Lucy must have had cottonmouth from the dry air because it sounded like she was trying to wet her mouth or something. As the massage ended, they thanked us and left so that we could put our robes back on. I was kind of bummed that I never got to see my massage therapists face, but, oh well. Lucy looked very relaxed and happy, so I guess all my worrying was for nothing. She definitely had cottonmouth because she chugged that fancy water as soon as we were done. I left their tips in the envelopes and we headed home after paying.

I asked Lucy what she thought about all it, but she wasn't very talkative. She simply said that it was nice and that even though she felt uncomfortable at first, she was able to relax.

"Did he knock your towel off at one point because I heard you take a sharp breath in near the end," I quizzed her.

"Uh...what. Oh yeah, actually he just accidentally touched the bottom of my boobs," she said.

"What? OMG, Lucy that is so hot. Did you like it?" I asked.

"I guess it was kind of a turn on have another man touch me there," was her surprising answer.

Wow, this had turned out even better than I expected. I was going to think about this for a long while.

Lucy

After my completely reckless behavior at the school I was giving myself the "you need to calm down" speech once again. I can't deny that it was hot as hell, but with the clarity of mind I had, now that my pussy wasn't on fire, it seemed way too risky. I mean that was my career I was toying with. I did not want or need to be the next schoolteacher busted with a student, a more common event in the news these days.

As I wrestled with all this in our bedroom, Chris yelled at me from downstairs, so I finished my chore and headed down to talk rather than shout at him. Turns out he wanted to get a couple's massage with the added surprise of our being naked for it. Now in the past I had always shot this idea down. One, because I did not really have the confidence, but two because I was a teacher who couldn't really be caught doing that sort of thing. Now that I was more confident and a massage parlor wasn't a public place, I relented. I'm sure part of it was due to my guilt, but no doubt part of it came from my blossoming libido.

We pulled up to the massage place and filled out our paperwork regarding our preferences. Once completed, we headed back to a room to get naked and slip on their robes. The interesting thing about the whole experience so far was that we had not met the massage therapists. I don't know why that would matter, but it just struck me as strange that I was going to lie down naked and let some strangers touch me. Part of it was exhilarating too.

I giggled to myself that it was like a massage glory hole. My masseur had large strong hands that felt amazing. I've had lots of massages before, but this guy's hands were more powerful than any I had experienced before. His technique hinted that maybe he was new at this, but he certainly made up for it with power. I couldn't help but let out a few oohs and ahhhs like Chris. His girl must have been good too.

Even though a towel covered my ass, I felt myself shiver every time his hand would brush close to my cheeks. At least it was exciting...until he started doing the same thing to my inner thigh. I don't know how they teach them to stop just inches short of your private parts. My mind would prepare myself for the inevitable touch each time only to be slightly disappointed.

While doing my back he would dip his hands over the sides of my chest just barely brushing the sides of my breasts. OMG, this was torture. I don't know if it was because this was a man and I was paying more attention or if the females I've had in the past just never got that close. Oh yes, I forgot that I usually don't get fully nude which is why this was so different. I made a mental note to have males in the future and definitely go all-natural. I liked this.

After covering my legs, back and arms he whispered in my ear that it was time to turn over. There was something familiar about the voice, but I couldn't quite place it from such a low volume. As I flipped over onto my back, I realized that he was going to get a fully nude shot of me when he turned around. The idea sent a little bit of moisture down between my legs. I kind of liked my new exhibitionist streak; it was fun, but I wasn't quite ready to let Chris know about it yet. As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I felt the first towel cover my crotch, then my breasts and as the final towel came down I nearly gasped out loud in shock.

It was Dre! What the hell, I had no idea he worked here. How the heck did he have time for a job with all of his activities? I then realized this was probably related to his physical therapy aspirations. When I saw his face, he clearly already knew it was me because he gave me a knowing smile. This new information had me quite flustered, but my trepidation was assuaged when he began to massage my legs just as professionally as he had before.

OK good, he's not going to do anything crazy. My husband can't see who it is and wouldn't know he was a student anyway. Plus, Chris' face was covered so he could not see over here. That's when I remembered that there was a female masseuse right next to us that would make sure things stayed kosher. Those thoughts calmed me down enough to just relish the strong hands of our high school's star receiver.

Lying on my back certainly felt more exposed and vulnerable than lying on my stomach I thought. I mean, technically there isn't anything there that Dre hasn't already seen, except my tits. That didn't make me any less uncomfortable though. In the prior situation, I was in control and we were alone. Now I was in a room with my husband and some random girl, too. Now, as Dre kneaded my legs, he got dangerously (deliciously) close to my labia. He lingered a bit longer on my right leg than he had when I was on my stomach, but so far nothing more. He eventually finished my right leg and moved across the table to work on my left.

This time his fingers casually brushed the tip of my lips. The feeling sent shivers down my body, instantly giving me goose bumps all over. On each subsequent pass, he would brush my lips a little further up and little longer. I could feel the moisture start to build. The next pass I felt him push the towel up my stomach, leaving me completely exposed. What is he thinking; the other masseuse is going to see. It didn't take me long to figure out why he waited to do this on my left leg. On this side he was blocking her view. From her perspective it just looked like he was continuing the massage like normal. I was brought back to reality as I felt him run his fingers through my bush.

"Oooohhhhh," I let out a little bit louder than I wanted.

Dre was now using both hands to rub my inner thighs drawing his fingers up my outer labia and then back down again. I could now feel my juices leaking out of me, just like on the desk at school. Please just touch it again I thought to myself, but he just kept up this torturous tease. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Dre put one finger below my entrance and slowly drew it up my cleft, drawing my liquids with him, until he reached my clit. With this other hand he pressed down just above my clit pulling the hood back and putting pressure on my g-spot from the outside.

"Ohhhh yeah. Mmmmmmmm," I moaned out as quietly as possible.

Needing no more encouragement Dre began to rub my clit with one hand, lubricated with my own juices, while his other hand kept a steady pressure on my mons. Sometimes he would slide back down and insert his thick finger into my pussy. As he was continuing this act I felt him lean against the table right against my left wrist. I could clearly feel his hard rod against my arm, which caused me to reach out for it in my horny daze. The loose scrubs made it clear that he wasn't wearing anything beneath them. That sneaky bastard, he knew it was me before this started. He came prepared.

Dre managed to move down the table just enough so that I could get my hand on his cock. I gripped him through his pants at first, jerking him off with very subtle strokes. I needed to feel it for real so I reached my hand into his pants. It was so hot and hard. My fingers just barely made it around the shaft, and I could clearly feel that upward curve that I had observed the other day.

Stroking this high schooler's dick while he fingered me on the massage table was a fantasy I didn't even know that I had. Now that I was experiencing it though it should have always been. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as we stroked each other off with hubby right next to us. I would occasionally rub my hand around his swollen head as he rubbed my engorged clit, using his precum to act as a lubricant. He started to put more pressure on my clit, and I could feel myself building to that much needed release.

I tried to reach further into his pants to play with his nicely sized and shaved balls. As I worked my way back up his shaft, I could now feel more of his precum leaking out of his tip. I started thinking about what it would taste like and that started the beginning of my tremors. My clit was throbbing as I felt myself getting closer and closer to climax. I felt like a wind-up toy where every twist brought me closer to release. My legs started to shake, and I felt my juices release lots of nectar right before it hit.

When it came I sucked in my breath unexpectedly, unable to breathe as the wave of pleasure rolled through my body. My hand gripped Dre's hard pole and relished its heat before I released my breath in a satisfying deep exhale. Normally I can't cum from someone else teasing my clit. Maybe I need to let that happen more often. The orgasm washed over my entire body leaving me relaxed and satiated like a good massage does.

Dre could tell I had finished so he moved the towel back in place and moved up to my neck area, most likely to match up with where the other masseuse was. As he was at my neck though I noticed that his crotch was now perfectly level with my head. I couldn't resist the temptation. I needed to taste him. I wanted my first black cock to be his, he earned it after all I mused. I turned my head to the right, and I think he knew what I wanted.

He quickly used a hand to pull his waistband down enough to release it. He pushed it forward to my waiting mouth and then began to slowly fuck my mouth since I couldn't really move. I could taste his juice and licked it off his head. His cock fit perfectly in my mouth. I wanted nothing more than this young man to release his seed into my mouth. He must be close because he began to increase his tempo rather quickly. I doubled down on my efforts by swirling my tongue and creating a tight seal. I felt this shaft start to pulse and harden. I knew my prize was almost here.

Boom, I felt a blast of cum hit the back of my throat, followed by many more. It was so thick and warm. Luckily I had learned how to swallow large loads from David. I gulped down every last drop just as I heard the other masseuse whispering that our time was up.

They left without even talking to us, which was probably for the best. I made sure to take full advantage of the cucumber water to wash all the cum out of my mouth before talking to Chris. The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful and once again Chris seemed to be none the wiser, but really this had been his idea anyway.