After a 40-minute massage Maureen was now nude. Slowly but surely as my massage had progressed I had been able to coax her out of her clothes. Now she was not only completely naked before me, a stranger, but was intensely aroused. As I leaned forward to massage her shoulders my engorged penis was bumping up against her pussy lips. Maureen pushed back with her hips so that her lips surrounded and then engulfed the hard shaft of my cock up inside of her. Soon I had a steady rhythm of massaging her body while slowly stroking in and out of her. As my first customer in the Red Tent I was ecstatic at how it had turned out with Maureen.
I've been giving massages for years. I'm pretty good at it, enough to make a living. I had started out with an interest, learned the tradecraft, and then slowly but surely developed a consistent clientele. One thing I had noticed was how many women thought so little of themselves physically. Most women's bodies are treasures of beauty. But it seems that it is only when a woman gets sexually aroused that her insecurities come down and she feels beautiful and sexy. Then a woman is even more beautiful: eyes flashing, smile on her lips, a little sass in her step, and rosiness to her skin no matter what color her skin is.
When some of my female clients were feeling confident and relaxed they would request extra servicing, and I willingly would comply with whatever they requested within a normal range. I didn't request additional monies. It was special to me to see the glow on a woman's face who just for a few moments was relieved of life's burdens and walked with a bounce in her step and that sass in her look. For my male clients I referred them to an associate, Lurleen, who was willing to provide relaxation therapy to men. She was very good and very discrete as was I.
As I said I had been doing this for some time when I came upon a set of photos which showed me a new path to bring pleasure to women and have some fun myself. The artist was Zax. His canvas was the different women who would use his massage services at a nude beach. It was truly amazing how he was able to draw out average housewives, girlfriends, older women and young girls...virtual strangers who would enjoy the attention he paid them so much so that they would offer their bodies up to be erotically photographed and in some cases engage in acts of sex on camera. What struck me was the sheer joy that almost all of these women showed when they were in Zax's presence. I just had to do the same.
I visited two beaches to do so: Gateway National Recreation in New Jersey and Assateague Island in Maryland.
My first was Assateague. I hiked out to the nude beach area and set up my red tent and my rainbow wind break to keep the wind-blown sand off. Sand is a killer for a nice, sensual massage with oil or lotion. And it's a real killer if you want to engage in intercourse too. So I set up my umbrella and chair, stripped to my birthday suit, posted my "Free Massages Today" sign and waited for my first customer.
Assateague Island is just you, the surf, the brilliant white and yellow sands of the beach and dunes, and the beauty of nature. By the time you get to the nudist area there are no structures other than port-a-potties that Fish & Wildlife places behind the dunes along a dirt road; they are out of sight of the beach. As far as clothing goes the crowd is always mixed. Many singles, couples, and families are completely naked; but many are partially clothed, like a topless woman. And in some cases groups will consist of members who are naked and members who are more modest and leave some clothes on.
I must comment that I have been blessed with a sizable cock, six and a half inches long and an inch and a half thick at rest and nearly double that when hard. To draw attention to it further I trim my pubic hair so I have a little patch of brown short and curlies right over my cock but the rest of my torso was trimmed so the hair was not visible until you got close up. I didn't shave completely (tried that once and suffered greatly with stubble for weeks afterward). I was also ripped. For my job I had to stay in great shape so I worked out routinely as part of every day. Massaging is tough work and can wear you down if you don't stay toned and in shape.
So there I'm sitting in all my manly nakedness, gazing and reading and checking out other folks as they walked by, while they check me out. More than a few times women would catch themselves just checking out my manhood to the chagrin of their husbands or boyfriends, but no one stopped on that first day.
On the second day along came Maureen. Maureen was in her late 30's, early 40's. She had reddish brown hair, a thin frame with a flat chest, tanned skin, a long face with a pronounced forehead, beautiful green eyes, and a mouth that had full lips but which were tight from stress. She was dressed in a yellow bikini bottom and a tie-dyed beach wrap; I couldn't see whether she was wearing anything under the wrap. I found her timid manner attractive. "Heh," I called out to her, "interested in receiving a great massage?"
She looked at me sitting there naked with my penis hanging down many inches, looked at the sign, then the tent just behind me and asked, "No thanks, I'm just looking for my husband. Have you seen him?" When she described him I realized I had. He was a hairy Italian looking guy who might have been something muscular when he was younger but had gone to fat. Worse yet he had left his pretty wife alone to ogle naked teen and twenty-something girls. I had seen him wearing orange swim shorts walking a few steps behind two twenty-year-olds who had awesome bodies and were tan, naked and shaved all over.
"No," I lied, "I'm surprised any man would leave you alone for long. Maybe while you're waiting you can indulge yourself with one of my world famous massages."
She blushed at the complement but suspiciously she asked, "Why the tent?"
"It keeps the sand off and can provide as much or as little privacy as a customer wants. The flap can be kept up or pulled down. On a bright day like today there is still plenty of light in the tent. And the rainbow windbreaker helps to keep the sand off too. Sand is the enemy when one is receiving an oil or lotion massage; it's gritty and sticks to one's skin. And I wouldn't want to hurt a beautiful woman like you." She blushed and smiled again. Amazing how even a 30- 40-something woman with all of her experience could still blush at a complement as if she was an innocent teenage girl.
"Why is it free if you're so good?" she asked further, stepping a step closer.
"Well, it's a new market so just for today I'm offering free massages. I have a regular clientele back at home but I decided to spend as much of this summer at the beach and figured it couldn't hurt to also make some money to help pay for the vacation. Best way to convince a customer is to offer the service for free and let them be the judge later if they wish to return. Most people spend a week at the beach. If I hook them early in the week I'm assured of paying business later. I'm confident that they will be back because I think I'm very good."
