Today is my massage day.My masseuse happens to be my next-door neighbor.Under my street clothes I’ll be wearing slippery nylon bloomers and full length Vanity Fair nylon slip, as shown in attached photos.Of course she’ll have me remove my street clothes before I get on the table.The massage parlor where she works has all the tables located in individual private rooms.
She and I both agree that nylon material slip-sliding on other nylon that’s next to my skin makes for a more sensual massage than her hands kneading my bare skin that is lubed with ‘essential oils’.She keeps herself well-groomed, so I trust that her kneading my body will not snag any of my nylon garments.She has me wear the bloomers rather than briefs or bikini panties because bloomers give me room to “grow”, while also keeping any “accident” contained within my panties.She promises to turn me on my side if ‘things’ should get uncomfortable while lying in the usual prone position.
The first time I went to her, about a year ago, I was hesitant to engage in any conversation about a hard-on or orgasms or sexuality in general.Then she reassured me that previous clients have sometimes gone “over the top”, usually when fantasizing that they were wearing her panties during their massages, rather than their own undies or massage robes provided by her.After all, you’re here to have fun, aren’t you?
She also happens to be a massage instructor at a separate school for massage at a different location.She has hinted that she might want to use me as a ‘subject’ while instructing her students, when that school starts up again in the fall.No fee, of course.Sounds like today will be a very interesting day.
I think a woman's pantied back side is the most beautiful thing in the whole world. Now if she'll just slap my face with it, I'll be her slave forever.
