Chapter 1:
For the past couple of weeks I have attended a night class on sensual massage offered by through the parks and recreation district. The classes have focused on the environment, choosing the right oils and areas on the body that lead to the most pleasure. The next class will include hands on experience.
My name is Robert and I live in a small town on California's central coast.
There are six people in the class; two of them are a couple, there are two other single people, Jane and myself. I met Jane at the last class, she is 37 years old and teachers third grade. Her best friend, also a teacher, challenged her to do something outside her comfort level. She enrolled in the class to prove to her friend that she could. I learned a little bit about Jane after last week's session. We spent time getting to know one another over coffee.
Last week Jane asked if I would partner up with her when we do the hands-on practice. I immediately said yes. We agreed that next Thursday would be fun. Jane gave me a kiss on the cheek before we departed.
As I drove home, I could not get the thought of massaging Jane out of my mind. Even at home I continued to obsess over the thought, so I ended up watching massage videos on my laptop and masturbating.
This past week I occupied my time with running errands and spending time with a neighbour lady who is a dear friend and has become a sexual partner. However, now my thoughts are back to Jane and what will happen at the next session.
Thursday finally rolled around and I met Jane in class. We noticed several cushions and pillows spread out behind the desks, along with many electric candles on the floor.
Our instructor, Anna, began the session having us sit in the desks up front. We talked about several aspects of sensual massage. We discussed setting the mood with a warm environment, pillows and soft lighting. Anna spoke on the attention to our bodies including clean hands and trimmed fingernails. We then went into technique; she mentioned to always pour the oil into your palms, never directly on the body. She said to repeat most strokes at least three times, more if your partner moans with pleasure.
By this time my cock was starting to stir. I knew if this talk went on I would develop a raging hard-on thinking about Jane. Much to my discomfort, Anna continued. She talked about using long strokes along the legs and arms and alternating a firm touch with a soft stroke. Anna told us the easiest massage to master is compression where you place one hand on top of the other and make circular movements. It's best used on the back of a knee or base of the spine.
I pictured myself massaging Jane's spine and being so close to her firm ass. Would I be able to resist squeezing her buns during class? I didn't think this class would cover full on sex.
Anna explained the body has natural handles and we should use them for the full benefit of our partner. The handles being wrists, ankles, shoulders and the lower back. Jane would momentarily glance my way to see how I was responding. I hoped she was not staring at my cock, at least not yet. She would notice a bulge developing.
Anna ended her talk by telling us to get some feedback as we went along, but don't encourage conversation. And remember the masseuse does all the work, the partner does nothing but enjoy.
The six of us were then invited to the back of the room to practice what we discussed. Jane gave me a nervous smile as we stood up and walked to the back. I figured the couple would thoroughly enjoy the next part of class. I wondered how the two singles would respond; after all they were complete strangers. Jane and I had the benefit of getting to know one another last week; however we too were delving into the unknown.
Anna pointed to the rolling clothes rack with hangers and invited us to undress. She flipped a switch lighting all of the candles and dimming the overhead lights. She brought out a boom box and soft harmonic music began filling the room. She was setting the environment.
Anna spoke,"Let's begin. Partner up and decide who will be the first masseuse and who will be the lucky recipient. I have bottles of oil for each of you. It has lemon essence mixed in that I hope you will find pleasing."
Jane and I smiled as we watched each other undress. She unbuttoned her peach coloured blouse from the top to the bottom. I watched as she revealed a white lace bra with full cups that covered her breasts. It seemed to be a modest choice given the circumstance. Even so, her large tits filled it completely.
I removed my shirt and placed it on a hanger. The moment of truth had arrived as I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my jeans, sliding them down my legs. I was wearing full silk boxers that hid my male member. The nervousness of undressing in front of strangers calmed my cock and I was no longer sporting seven inch wood. Jane complemented my choice of boxers. I wish she hadn't because I felt my cock stir again. I'm sure see noticed some movement down below.
She smiled as she unzipped her skirt and let it slither to the floor. She was wearing white boy shorts that were quite reserved. She walked over and whispered," I didn't think a thong would be very appropriate, I'll save that for you."
Jane and I focused on ourselves and were not looking at the others. Anna moved about the room helping get everyone situated. We decided Jane would be the lucky recipient of my massage expertise. We laid the towels we had brought from home on to the cushion. Jane got down on the cushion and lay on her stomach. I helped place pillows around her head and made sure she was comfortable. I placed a couple of pillows by her head and kneeled down on them. I had plenty of room to extend my hands from her head to her lower back. I asked Jane if she was ready and she nodded. I have been looking forward to this moment for weeks.
I began my moves with a light touch to Jane's temples with my fingers moving in a circular direction. It's intended to relax the rest of the body and prepare her for more forceful movements.
Just as Anna had directed, I poured some oil into my palms and rubbed them together before reaching out to Jane. I began with her shoulders rubbing my palms over and around her skin. She is so soft and warm. At first contact she flinched for just a second before relaxing and accepting my hands. I started out softly rubbing her shoulders and then began a more rigorous movement. I used my fingers to massage up her neck and back down again. I repeated my steps three or four times just as the handbook directed.
Jane was purring with my touch. I loaded my palms with oil and began massaging down her back with the compression method of placing one hand on the other and pressing down with a circular motion. I started using a bit of force until I heard an audible 'oomph' from Jane. I backed off the pressure and she started to purr again.
I so wanted to unsnap her brassiere and run my hands under her tits. I am curious as to what her nipples feel like. Are they small and pointy, or round like my thumb, or dainty little nubs? Perhaps I'll find out in the future? Geez, I've got to stop thinking about her nipples, my cock is stirring again. I continued my rubbing below her bra strap to the small of Jane's back and back up again. I stroked down and back up along her sides. She gave a little shiver and said it tickled. I continued a few more strokes with more pressure to avoid tickling her again.
Anna came by and suggested we move around to the lower body, as she wanted to be sure there was time for my massage as well. I rose up and moved around to get in between Jane's legs. She spread her legs a bit so I could drop the pillow and kneel down. I gathered more oil into my palms and massaged her calfs, alternating between left and right. I moved up her legs to her thighs, rubbing and kneading her flesh. As my hands approached her upper thighs, close to her boy shorts, Jane spread her legs ever so slightly to allow my hands access to her inner thighs. My fingers were only centimeters away from the crease separating her thigh from her pussy. The thought made my cock twitch again.
I ran my hands back down the length of her lower extremities to her ankles and feet. I grabbed her foot and applied pressure to her arch and ball rubbing all around. I figured it might not be a smart move to suck on her toe with others around us, so I gently laid her leg down and asked her to turn over.
