Go Out With Friends for an exhibitionistic holiday

One night, Anita and Amit were sitting in the living room and relaxing after dinner. Anita was wearing just a panty and a long night shirt without a bra whereas Amit was in his boxer shorts and bare chested.

‘Hey Amit,’ She said, reading the local paper. ‘Listen to this. They are looking for people to join a massage class. They teach the “art of sensual massage”. Do you want to try it?’

‘I suppose so. How much is it?’ Amit asked.

‘It’s 200 bucks per person and its here. Just in the neighborhood. They start tomorrow night. I’m going to call them. Shall I?’ Amit nodded.

She called them and they said it was a small group. The idea was to have someone teach them how to give sensuous massages. They were both intrigued and figured that they could learn some techniques. They had a good sex life but what was the harm in trying to give it some extra zing?

The day came and Amit got home from work a little early so they could eat and be ready on time. Since massage was on the agenda, Anita put on a loose T shirt and a pair of jeans. She deliberately did not wear the bra. Amit too was similarly attired. They walked over to the apartment building address that they gave Anita. It was on the second floor of an old brownstone building and quite stylish. They rang the doorbell of the apartment and stood back, wondering if this was going to be worth it.

The door was opened by an attractive woman of about forty, dressed in a salwar suit and of attractive build.

‘Hi. I’m Seema, are you here for the meeting?” She said, motioning them into a spacious living room. It was a room richly decorated and a few people were sitting on the oriental carpet on the floor. Amit introduced himself and Anita and their host beckoned them to have a seat. Amit took off his while Anita slipped off her sandals outside. They sat on the floor with the others and she made introductions.

There was Seema and her husband, a fiftyish man bringing a tray of drinks into the room, a plump couple in their thirties leaning on the couch and two single men, one was an effeminate thirty year old and the other was probably about the age of Amit and Anita.

Seema addressed the group. ‘Thanks for all coming, we are now all here. We had some other people call but you all know that people are unpredictable, right?” All nodded assent.

‘Now, the purpose of the group is to learn massage techniques and I will be your instructor. First, I need to collect fifty rupees from each of you to be sure you are still serious.’ She continued to talk as she moved around the room, collecting money. ‘Have any of you ever given a massage before?’

No one raised their hands. She continued.

‘Well, we will cover the main points tonight. Would anyone here be offended if we were to perform a massage here tonight?’ No hands.

‘Okay, then. Let’s begin.’ She went on to describe the basic techniques of massage therapy and brought out a flip chart with anatomical drawings. It was an interesting talk.

‘So,’ She said. “How about a volunteer for a live demonstration? We need someone young with a good body. I will do the massaging and all you need to do is lie there. How about you Anita?’

All eyes went to Anita who nervously looked around. Amit nudged her with his elbow when she did not respond.

‘What’s it?’ she whispered.

‘What about you?’ Amit said.

‘No way. She may want the person to strip fully.’ Anita protested.

‘Well these guys are all strangers and they appear to be decent. Nobody knows who we are and moreover they too are young. For all you know you may not have to strip fully.’ Amit explained. Anita still seemed to be a trifle hesitant. ‘Come on.’ Amit encouraged.

By : rupanita

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