“Yup.”
“Alright, go ahead and get undressed and then lay face-down on the table.”
I waited a few seconds to see if Heidi was going to leave the room while I undressed but instead she busied herself getting herself organized and covering the table with a clean sheet. I was nervous to undress in front of her but she seemed thoroughly unbothered. I mean, she was going to see the end result of my being undressed once I got on the table anyhow, so what was the difference? I sat on the edge of the table, certain to face away from Heidi and rid myself of my shoes, socks and shirt. Pants quickly followed. I hopped up onto the table and laid face-down, my head resting in the cradle built into the end of the table.
I could sense Heidi turn towards me. “Oh. Um. Undressed, please. Like, all the way,” she said.
I felt myself flush. I felt embarrassed that I wasn’t knowledgeable enough to know that massages were meant to be in the nude. I had no idea. I guess it made sense – easier to do glutes and stuff without any underwear in the way, right? Besides, I didn’t want to seem like some Puritanical square. Sensing my hesitation, Heidi added “don’t worry, I’ll give you a towel to cover up when it’s time to turn over. I’ll leave the happy endings up to Kristen.” She laughed at her own joke. Meanwhile, I was fighting to keep the idea of getting a handjob out of my head – the last thing I wanted was to be trying to awkwardly lie face-down with my hard-on jammed beneath me. Or face-up, for that matter.
I slid off the table, faced away and removed my boxers. Heidi, of course, just had to chime in. “Nothing to be shy about. Even if you are a virgin!” Again, she laughed at her own joke – at least one of us was amused. Now fully naked, I turned around to climb back onto the table. Heidi wasn’t busy with anything this time though – she was looking right at me, a passive smile on her face. I tried to minimize the amount of time that my dick was exposed to her and hurried up onto the table. I was more than aware of my cock dangling below me as I lowered myself into the face-down position.
“See? Nothing to worry about. And certainly nothing to be ashamed of – Kristen was right about that!”
WTF. Had Kristen been talking about my dick with this woman? I wanted to be pissed off but a hint of arousal bubbled up, putting any anger at bay. I was definitely more tense now than when I’d walked in – quite the opposite of what you want when you’re in for a massage, right? I needn’t have worried. The moment that Heidi stood aside the table and put her hands on me, I melted. Were all massages this good? I should’ve done this years ago! She started on my legs, working out little knots in the muscles that I didn’t know were there.
“Did Kristen tell you that we went to school at Michigan together?”
“Briefly, yeah. You were in the same dorm?”
“Mm-hmm, the same floor even. I don’t think she remembered me though,” she said with a laugh. “It’s OK though. I was a different person back then, a lot more buttoned-up. I had these awful glasses that I’d been wearing since, like, tenth grade and I didn’t know about clothes and makeup and all that girly stuff that a lot of guys seem to like. I was pretty forgettable, in retrospect.”