Having enjoyed reading the massage stories here for some time now, I thought it was about time I contributed something. Although I guess this story is pretty tame, it is completely true.Shortly after we were married at the age of 24, my wife Sarah and I took three months off work to go traveling in south-east Asia. One of the places we spent some time was Phuket, a small island off the coast of Thailand. We enjoyed exploring the local area, eating great Thai food and, of course, the fabulous beaches.This massage story of erotic massage is really awesome for massage therapy lovers.
Before I carry on, I should describe Sarah to you. She is about 5ft 7in with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She had at the time (this was before kids!) a slim build and gorgeous long legs topped with a firm round bum! In short, although not a supermodel, she was (and still is) very beautiful and always turned heads.One evening Sarah and I were sitting on the beach, watching the sun sink lower in the sky, when we were approached by two Thai girls in their late teens or early twenties. They asked whether either of us would like a massage. I declined but, slightly to my surprise, Sarah said that she would. I expected that the girls would invite us to a private place for the massage but instead they put down their things and approached my wife where she sat.
Sarah was, at this time, wearing bright red bikini bottoms and a long red T-shirt, and the Thai girls began massaging her bare feet, legs and back through her top as she sat there. The beach was relatively empty, with just a few passers by and the odd person or couple sitting or laying about.The Thai masseuses continued to work on Sarah, who now had her eyes closed, listening to the sound of the surf, and was clearly getting very relaxed. She has always loved to be massaged, and I guess having four hands working on her was better than two!
I sat off to the side while all this was going on, alternately looking at Sarah, the sea and other people on the beach, some of whom were beginning to take notice of this public massage. Then I saw one of the Thai girls, who was standing behind Sarah, begin to lift up my wife's T-shirt. Sarah opened her eyes and turned to the masseuse, explaining that she could not take off her shirt because she had nothing on beneath it. The girl shrugged and said that was not a problem. Clearly enjoying the massage and not wanting to cause a fuss (typical of her), Sarah raised her arms and allowed the masseuse to pull her T-shirt over her head and place it on the sand.
I couldn't believe this! My new wife, who is pretty shy and conservative, had just been stripped to her little bikini bottoms by another woman on a public beach, in full view of, perhaps 20 people! I felt a knot in my stomach, and my throat went dry. I was simultaneously embarrassed for Sarah, and enormously turned on to see her sitting there, with her beautiful, small breasts fully on display, topped by those sweet pink nipples that only I had seen since she split up with her former boyfriend 5 years before.
I said nothing as the massage continued, now using essential oils, but noticed much more regular glances from other people on the beach, especially of course the men. Both Thai girls continued massaging Sarah, stretching her arms above her head and manipulating her body. Sarah had closed her eyes again and clearly simply given herself over to the experience. I thought that was as far as things would go in this environment, but the masseuse standing behind Sarah knelt down in the sand, reached around and began rubbing her oily hands over my wife's beautiful breasts.
I was now almost beside myself, but still said and did nothing to interfere. Sarah was not objecting and I felt that I should stay out of it. As her front was gently caressed and became slick with oil, Sarah's nipples crinkled and hardened. It was one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen - we had only been married for a few months, and my wife was receiving a very sensual massage from two girls, on a public beach, with her breasts bare and shiny for all to see.
I don't know how long this continued before the Thai girls finished the massage; it was probably an hour altogether, and then one of them handed Sarah her T-shirt to put back on. Sarah paid them and then we looked at each other; I think neither of us could quite believe what had just happened. We returned to our hotel room and fucked each other's brains out!
We have never experienced anything like that massage since, but have spoken of it once or twice over the years. Sarah said that, at that age, she felt too shy to cause too much of a fuss and stop the masseuse removing her T-shirt - which is kind of ironic! Writing this has given me the idea to arrange a sensual massage for Sarah, where I can be present, but I think this time it will be somewhere private!
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