Just as the sexual tension began to subside from the utter relaxation of the massage, Jasmine moved her hands down to my buttocks and began to caress them in soft circular motions. My glutes contracted involuntarily and I unconsciously pressed my mound into the firm padding of the table. Suddenly I was quickly reminded that a gorgeous young woman was caressing my naked body. She cupped each buttock between her hands as she massaged my ass tantalizingly, her little finger sliding slowly into the cleft just above my anus.
Periodically, I’d partially open one of my eyes with my head turned in her direction to look at her gorgeous body. My head was at the same level as her midsection, and my mouth watered as I watched her stomach muscles flex and her hips undulate with each movement of her hands. At times her pussy was almost right beside me and I wanted to reach out and run my own fingers up her soft legs.
I was in total heaven and getting wetter by the moment. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, she suddenly moved her hands down to my feet and began massaging her thumbs into my soles.
I’d always loved having my feet massaged, but nobody did it like Jasmine. She cradled my foot and used every part of her hands to massage and knead every surface from my heel to my toes. I didn’t want her to stop, but there were other parts of my body that were screaming for attention.
As if reading my thoughts, she began moving her hands up toward my calf, using her thumbs to spread the muscle apart. She lingered almost as long on my calf as she had on my foot, rolling the ball of my calf between both of her hands, sliding her slick hands up and down erotically. I couldn’t help imagining how she might use those same hands to massage a man’s erect cock in a similar manner. My mind wandered again to what pleasures lay in wait for me over dinner.
After shifting her hands to my right leg and giving my other foot and calf similar attention, she placed each hand just behind my knees and began to slowly move them up towards my buttocks. Her thumbs pressed against my inner thighs as she glided tantalizingly close to my apex.
I rolled my legs outward in an invitation to move closer. My legs were parted enough that I was sure she could see my vulva from her vantage point behind me. In my highly aroused state, my lips were engorged and spread apart, revealing my moist and quivering opening.
But as much as I desperately wanted her to, Jasmine never touched me there. She repeatedly slid her hands right up to the edge of my slit, pressing and rotating her thumbs on the fleshy meat of my upper thighs just below my aching pussy. I suppose this was part of her master plan—to tease me mercilessly and inflame my passions so I’d be ready for just about anything at the main event.
It was certainly working. After thirty minutes of Jasmine’s ministrations, I was grinding my pussy into the table trying desperately to give my clit some needed direct stimulation.
Just when I thought I couldn’t be teased any more tantalizingly, Jasmine opened one of the bottles of warm oil and poured it directly into the crack of my ass. She paused as the fluid flowed down and directly over my parted lips. I almost came from the gentle movement of the warm liquid as it trickled across the folds of my labia, channeled toward the junction where they joined together at my clit. I shuddered in pleasure at the feeling, even if it was only the subtlest of touch.
Jasmine suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
“Would you like to turn over now?”
It was the first time she had spoken directly to me since the massage started, and it surprised me in my catatonic, pre-orgasmic state. I practically flipped over like a fish out of water and spread my legs expectantly. Finally, I’d get some relief. Surely, she couldn’t leave me hanging like this.
“It’s time for your final grooming,” she said. “I’ll need you to part your legs a bit further to provide full access.”
Grooming? I knew this was part of the process, but somehow it didn’t seem fair to transition at this precise moment. At least I’d be able to stay on the comfortable massage table instead of the clinical vinyl chairs used by my regular esthetician.
Jasmine walked over to another cabinet by the makeup table and withdrew a leather bag from one of the drawers, then brought it back to the table. She reached into the bag and pulled out a cordless hair trimmer.
“Do you have a preference regarding your appearance?” she asked. “Do you prefer natural, neatly trimmed, or bare?”
I knew she was referring to my pubic hair, which I generally kept neatly trimmed. I’d always thought going fully bald was unnatural and unseemly, catering to men’s prurient fantasies of fucking young schoolgirls. But in this situation, it seemed entirely appropriate, like I was stripping away all my camouflage and armor.
If tonight was all about being watched, I might as well bare myself in every sense of the word and truly let my inhibitions go. I began to fantasize about rubbing my bare pussy against Jasmine’s while she poured warm oil between us. The more work she had to do on me, the more chance I’d have to make this last and hopefully get off.
I didn’t hesitate. “Bare, thank you.”
“As you wish,” she said. “I’ll remove the long hairs first with the trimmer, then shave you smooth with a razor.”
No waxing? This was different. I was relieved to not have to bear the painful and violent trial of having my hairs ripped out en masse. Although shaving down there was always a scary proposition, I felt safe in the capable and practiced hands of this beautiful esthetician.
Jasmine nodded, then flipped a switch on the trimmer. The device buzzed softly as she placed it gently on my mound. I had only a light dusting of fur and it didn’t take long for her to remove it with a few short strokes over my pubis. I shuddered as the vibrations penetrated deep into my core. If she had placed the flat head on my clitoris, I would have popped off in a millisecond. Instead, she turned the trimmer face-down and gently swiped the vibrating teeth against the sides of my vulva, sensuously separating my labia with her hands as she moved the device between my legs to trim the hairs on the inside and outside of my labia.
It was an insanely titillating feeling, but just clinical enough to bring me down from my plateau and shift my focus. My mind wandered to the upcoming feast, and I contemplated what surprises lay in wait at the main event. The hostesses had suggested there would be ‘contact’ of some sort during the meal, and I was intrigued exactly who and how it would be administered. The idea of being fully bald, cleansed, and thoroughly stimulated going into the event was an incredible rush.
Jasmine continued with the trimmer all the way down my perineum to my anus, barely touching me with the trimmer so as not to pinch any delicate tissues. Apparently, there were no parts of my erogenous zone that would remain untouched, now—and perhaps later.
She turned off the trimmer and placed it at the foot of the table. Then she took a bottle of gel from the bag and spread the gel on her hands. Using both hands, she spread it gently between my legs, starting on my mound all the way down to my rosebud.
My body almost levitated above the table as Jasmine finally laid her hands directly on my clitoris. The gel had a mild stinging quality that added to the stimulating sensation. If this was meant to excite my follicles in preparation for the shave, it wasn’t the only feature of my anatomy that it made erect. I could feel the hood of my clitoris retract as my button filled with blood and began to push outward. Suddenly, I was fully stimulated again and lusting for Jasmine’s touch. I fantasized about her bending down and taking my swollen nub between her puffy lips and letting me come in her mouth.
Unfortunately, my satisfaction would have to wait a little longer. Instead, Jasmine reached into her bag and pulled out a straight-edge razor. In anyone else’s hands, it might look threatening, especially in my prostrated and vulnerable position. But something about the way she delicately and sensuously opened the jackknifed tool instantly evaporated my fears. I could see how this type of razor would in fact give her better control safely cutting my stubs instead of the usual ladies plastic razor.
With her right hand, Jasmine gently laid the razor on its flat edge at the top of my mound, while she gently pulled my skin upwards with her other hand. Then she slowly turned the sharp edge perpendicular to my skin and began softly scraping the razor downwards. I could hear the bristling sound as the razor edge removed my nubs right down to the follicles. She repeated the pattern in one inch wide swipes on one side then the other of my pubis, being ever-so-careful to stop just where my clitoris lay quivering in a mixture of fear and excitement. There was something about the utter vulnerability of the procedure that made it the most erotic experience I’d ever had.
Jasmine used the same deft touch as she moved down my vulva and perineum, scraping the vestiges of stray hairs away with gentle swipes of the long blade, while sensuously separating my folds and flesh with her other hand. She took extra time and care around my anus and clit, using the gentlest and slowest motion I’ve ever felt someone apply to my body. The combination of fright and titillation as she probed my most sensitive body parts created a river of sensuous fluids running down my vulva. By this time, no shaving gel was necessary to provide a smooth gliding surface for the knife.
When she was finished, Jasmine retrieved a fresh wash towel from beside the sink and held it under the warm water faucet then twisted the excess water into the basin. She returned to the table and placed it over my splayed legs then gently cleansed the excess moisture and remaining shaving gel with gentle massaging movements of her hands. The warm, moist towel felt exquisite against my newly shaved skin. Jasmine’s hands now felt comforting between my legs rather than erotic.
She had taken me on an incredibly sensuous erotic arc, right to the edge of ecstasy and back, to a quiet relaxed place. I exhaled fully and completely for the first time in almost an hour.
Jasmine removed the towel from between my legs and held up a large hand mirror at a forty-five-degree angle toward me.
“What do you think?” she asked.
I tilted my head up and studied her masterpiece. Far from the usual red and swollen vulva that I typically experienced after the violent waxing with my regular esthetician, I’d never seen my pussy look so beautiful. Utterly bereft of any hair, my entire perineum from my pubic mound to my anus was totally bald, pink—and gorgeous. I just stared at my beautiful pussy, utterly transfixed by the transformation.
“You have to feel it to really appreciate how beautiful you are, Jade,” Jasmine purred.
I moved my right hand down, running my fingers along the edges of my pussy. I gasped from a feeling I’d never felt before. It felt smooth as silk: no bumps or blemishes or cuts or bruises. It was almost as if I was feeling somebody else—somebody I’d never felt before. I couldn’t stop my left hand joining the other in rubbing and caressing my sensitive organs.
Jasmine lowered the mirror and smiled at me as I felt the moisture begin to accumulate between my legs again.
“It’s almost time for your dinner appointment,” she said. “Why don’t you save the best for last? I think you’ll find plenty of ways to satisfy your appetite over the next couple of hours.”
She lifted my kimono from the hook at the edge of the bathtub and held it open for me.
“I’ll escort you downstairs now if you’re ready. All you need to bring is your kimono and slippers—and your mask of course.”
I sat up slowly and stepped off the massage table. Turning around, I held my arms out as Jasmine lifted one arm of the silk robe onto me then the other. Then she turned around to face me, wrapped the silk tie around me, and tied a single bow over my belly button. She retrieved my matching silk slippers and knelt down on one knee to gently lift my feet one at a time and place them softly inside. It took every ounce of my power not to grab her head and pull it into my pulsating pussy.
Jasmine stood up gracefully and smiled into my eyes.
“If you’ll follow me, I’ll escort you now to the fantasy feast.”
She didn’t bother putting her own robe on. Her tight little ass barely jiggled as she stepped smartly ahead of me. I wasn’t sure if I’d have a chance to feel Jasmine’s touch again before the evening was over, but for now I was in total bliss ogling her petite, curvaceous figure from behind.
6
Main Course
I followed Jasmine down the circular stairs, across the marble-tiled foyer, past an open kitchen where a group of chefs wearing white hats were busy cooking, to a closed set of French doors. Jasmine paused, opened the doors and motioned me inside. I walked into a palatial dining room with a large table seating eight people, all wearing robes and masquerade masks.
The table was covered in a large white linen cloth extending down to the floor. The place settings were beautifully decorated with crystal wine goblets, polished silverware, and gold-embossed dinner plates. At the head of every place setting was a folded tent card with each person’s first name and a little silver bell.
The entire scene was surreal. As I followed Jasmine toward the one remaining unoccupied seat at the table, everyone watched me. There was an even mix of men and women appearing to be in their twenties and thirties and of mixed ethnicity, just as my profile preferences had requested. And all of them were beautiful. Some smiled as I approached the table.
Jasmine pulled out the empty chair and motioned for me to have a seat. I noticed the chair had a hollow opening in the middle and front section of the seat cushion, shaped almost like a toilet seat. On the back of the chair was a small wooden hook. Otherwise, the chairs were tastefully detailed in full upholstery with high backs and armrests. I sat tentatively down onto the chair and found it surprisingly comfortable. Jasmine exited the room and closed the French doors quietly behind her.
“It looks like we’re all here,” the woman sitting at the head of the table announced. It was Blair from my interview. She had replaced her feathered mask with a Venetian-style mask and was wearing a robe, but I recognized her unmistakable voice immediately.
“My name is Blair. I’ll be your hostess for the evening. If there’s anything you desire at any time, please don’t hesitate to ask. We want you to feel comfortable, stimulated, and uplifted throughout the course of our fantasy feast. To that end, may I suggest we begin by disrobing, as a way of releasing our inhibitions and opening ourselves to a fully liberating experience? I’ll be the first. If you’d rather keep your robe on for now, that’s fine too.”
Blair stood up and slowly removed her robe, then hung it on the hook on the back of her chair. She paused for a moment before she sat down to allow everyone to take in her breathtaking beauty. Her plump natural breasts swayed delicately as she turned to face the guests on each side of the table. She was an exquisite specimen of feminine beauty and everyone around the table, men and women, were staring just as I was. I was disappointed when she sat down. I could have soaked up her beauty all night long.
“Who else would like to reveal their full beauty for the rest of us to enjoy?” she said.
Blair turned and looked suggestively at the male guest to her immediate right. His place card read Isiah. He paused, momentarily taken aback. But after a few seconds, he also stood and confidently removed his robe then turned and placed it on the hook behind his chair. As he twisted his torso, his tight muscular buttocks flexed to balance his weight. When he turned around, he paused briefly in full frontal view before sitting down. Not everybody was quite as comfortable as Blair getting naked in front of a room full of strangers.
Nonetheless, I saw enough to gain an appreciation of Isiah’s toned physique. An African-American with light brown skin, chiseled pecs and six-pack abs descending to a neatly trimmed pubic area, his half-erect circumcised member betrayed his obvious excitement. Already at least six inches long in a semi-flaccid state, I could only imagine how large he might be fully aroused and erect. As he lowered himself onto his chair holding the armrests, his well-toned arm muscles flexed in a light sheen of perspiration.
He wasn’t the only one already beginning to lubricate this evening.
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p; Everyone around the table looked towards Blair. You could hear a pin drop for the nervous and excited tension in the room. Blair simply looked at the pretty redheaded woman seated next to Isiah and smiled. The redhead’s place card read Venus. Where do these people come up with their profile names?
Perhaps she was trying to overcompensate for her shyness. Her eyes widened in a mix of fear and nervousness. She paused, looking at Blair uncertainly. Then she took a deep breath, quickly stood up and removed her robe, and hung it behind her chair. She sat back down immediately, her back arched a few inches away from the backrest with a ramrod straight spine. Her perky breasts rested firmly on her chest with pinched nipples betraying her excitement.
Her face was expressionless as she stared straight ahead, afraid to make eye contact with anyone in her fully exposed state. It was obvious this was the first time she had done anything like this, probably coming from an upper-class repressive home, like myself. It was kind of comforting to know that I wasn’t the only relatively inexperienced one among the group.
One by one, everyone around the table removed their robes and sat stark naked except for their masks. The men seemed more comfortable disrobing than the women. The next woman awkwardly removed her robe while still seated, apparently not ready to reveal her most intimate parts to the group just yet. The last woman simply parted the top portion of her robe, revealing half her bare bosom. I was glad that Blair didn’t make anyone feel uncomfortable or set any expectations as the disrobing ritual continued around the table. She simply smiled and acknowledged each person as they revealed what they wished.
The four women and four men were evenly spaced around the oversize table in alternating sexes. Just as I had specified, everyone was young, beautiful, and of mixed heritage. Besides Isiah, there was a Latino man who looked like a young Benicio Del Toro, a dark-haired Patrick Dempsey lookalike, and a thick blond-haired hunk who reminded me of his McSteamy counterpart on the TV show Grey’s Anatomy. All the men were tall, fit—and gorgeous. It was like my own Chippendale show and I stared shamelessly at the strong toned torsos of the men sitting majestically around the table.
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