Even more curiously, she was naked. She looked at me, and smiled faintly, as though she knew me. I quickly looked around to see if I was being ...et up for a crime. There was still no one all the way to the horizon. There was only the woman and me. She aroused in me both desire and fear of the inexplicable. Part of me wanted to keep walking. Then I considered that if she was dangerous, it would be dangerous of me to turn my back to her. “Excuse me,” I began awkwardly. “My name. While asking the question I played with it because it felt as though it beckoned me. I was fiddling, nervous. It was really sensitive and not in a bad way. It was dizzying and kind of made my tongue sensitive stiff. I felt the tip a little bit and strangely it seemed to make it even stiffer like it was pulling on the skin on my legs. It was too weird, almost mechanical, but really compelling. He’d mentioned it was my new toy. I had to think perhaps it was not such a bad thing.He laughed. “You. About 3 minutes later she walked back through the door and handed me my change and I felt i nice sigh of relief.I got undressed and layed face down on the table. She put some oil in her hands and began to rub down my leg. Slowly massaging my leg from my ankle up to my thigh. She rubs down my other leg the same way. She then rub under my leg from my thigh up to my waist but gently touching my shaft as she did so. She then added oil and rubbed down my lower back and upper back. She leaned over. I've got quite a large internal audience, and they appreciate my refined sense of humor), "Chris is out of bounds. I'm very impressed by how friendly MOST of you are, but it wouldn't be friendly to hassle Chris, okay?"They were happy not to have to have sex with yet another friend of mine, even though Chris was their sort of guy (an idiot; the Target Girls normally dating football jocks). Their happiness at having one less guy to fuck was mitigated by my carefully stating, "how friendly MOST of.