- He was old-ish. I mean, if im going to have a strange guy rubbing on me for an hour he should be hot(and not old enough to be my grandpa) damnit!
- I was naked. Completely, utterly, naked(except for a *little* lace thong that he kept moving farther into my ass crack.)
- My hand kept rubbing againt him. Believe me, I know what I was touching. Theres a big difference between a hairy thigh and that. To his credit he stayed "down." EWWW.
- Lets revisit the thong. Its a thong. Its already between my ass cheeks. He kept moving it. Like, really, you dont need to rub my ass that far into the crack. You dont!
- He rubbed all the way up to/into my bikini line. Maybe this is common? 'A' said that her chick did not rub her butt as far "in" as my guy did, and that she didnt go up/in to the bikini line. Idk, but in general, if a guy is that close its for other reasons ;-)
- He rubbed around, on top of, between my boobs(again, 'A' did not experience this)
'A' and I will do it again(and again), but I will specifically ask for a female masseuse next time. Theres just some awkwardness there for me when it comes to a strange guy rubbing me naked :0)
Oooh, just had an idea! They should offer cocktails before the massage. Liquor me up and I dont care whos rubbing on me! ;-)
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