I was visiting a clothing optional hot spring last fall and I had an interesting experience. Yes, Watsu, a massage technique in a warm water pool is as enjoyable for the giver as it is for the subject...almost. Women always close their eyes as they relax in my arms. That gives me many opportunities to study her body floating on top of the pool. I can watch the pussy bush move, like seaweed, as the water ripples through her nether tresses. It is also interesting to see how soon a woman's nipples become erect. That tells me if she finds me arousing (quick nipple erection), or if she simply likes being so relaxed (slow erection). Most nipples begin to perk up within the first three minutes as they begin to feel safe and the water touches them so gently.
On my last visit to the hot spring, I began to chat with a single woman. She was not a raving beauty, not pretty, but not hard to look at either, with an average body, but a nice manner and willing to chat. We were both nude, of course, so there was no physical mystery. Lol
I casually mentioned how wonderful a Watsu massage felt and that I had received and given a few. I explained that I was not a pro, but had watched the certified masseurs and now knew a few basic movements. She (never exchanged names) said it sounded divine and that she'd never had a Watsu massage. I told her that I'd be willing to give her one if she wished, but that it was entirely up to her. She didn't say yes or no right then and we moved on to other topics.
Perhaps an hour later, as I was sitting in the shallow end of the pool lolling and gazing at the tall pines, she came over to me. "I think I'm ready to try a Watsu now, if your offer is still open," she said quietly. I don't think she was used to having a man show any interest in her like that and was possibly afraid that I'd refuse.
I told her the offer was still open and that I felt sure that she would enjoy the experience. We moved to the deeper water and I explained a bit about how it worked...that I'd keep her head above water, and support her so that she could completely relax. I said that I understood that it might be difficult at first to put her trust in a complete stranger and that it was normal to be tense at first. That seemed to make her feel better, knowing that I would allow her time to become accustomed to a very new and different experience.
With that introduction, I asked her to stretch out in the water and helped her into the floating position, using my right arm to support her neck and head. My left arm held her legs just above her knees. I stood very still in the pool and gave her time to get comfortable in that position. Her left side was against my belly and I could feel her breathing begin to slow down. Looking at her face, I noted that her eyes were already closed. Her ears were in the water, so she was hearing only the various random sounds transmitted through the water by others in the pool. I took a long look at her body. Tan nipples about the size of a half-dollar on what looked to be 36D breasts. I noticed a few black hairs around the outer perimeter of her areola...not uncommon with brunettes. Her tummy was afloat on the water's surface and her natural black bush was gently moving with the slight flow of water, moved by the breeze and movement of others. She was soft in my arms and soon her limbs relaxed.
