Massage friends
Every nudist resort is a unique place. Some are completely for transient visitors and all facilities are shared. At the other extreme, some are almost entirely geared towards long-term residents and may have few, if any, transient facilities. This latter style of resort becomes mostly a clothing-optional retirement unit, usually full of mobile homes. Many resorts, including Broke Oak, fall between the extremes.
Broke Oak has dozens of full-time residences consisting of mobile homes or modular homes with properties close to the size of a city block. Close. There are dozens of short-term transient spaces geared toward “hookups” for travelers, and more. But there is also a group of dozens of short-term connections that, by the nature of persistent residents, have become “connected” sites of medium length. The Broke Oak community lives close together, both physically and socially. They mostly live in travel trailers, wheeled rigs or Winnebagos, etc. For the most part, the rigs haven’t been moved lately, and possibly couldn’t. Almost all are owned by someone who didn’t move the vehicle here and won’t move it out.
But the result of all this is that all the people in that continuum of quarters somehow find a way to become some kind of community. Yes, there is some measure, but it is quite fluid and allows for a lot of diversity and inclusion.
Between weekend guests and full-time residents, Broke Oak has a population of between 40 and 150, depending on…whatever! Out of that population we have about 4 people who get a reasonable massage. Two of us are duly authorized; two of us are radical libertarians who reject licenses. We all give a decent massage. I am one of the radicals who taught me OJT skills and being the victim from time to time.
I kind of fell in love with one of the licensed therapists, Faye. I’m not ready for a move, marriage, or even an “exclusive” relationship. But I’m ready to get close enough that we can grow each other. I live in a mobile home in a circle directly adjacent to the “long term” traveler area (read it used to be travelers, now I stay here long term!) Faye lives in this section.
Here I am, sixty years old, living naked with dozens of other naked people. And I get nervous and stutter talking to a single woman my age. It’s embarrassing. Male or female, a virtual stranger in the coffee shop can ask me for my opinion on the finer points of pubic care, and we get along well with our conversation. But trying to find a social footing with a single woman is downright terrifying — bone-chilling. Well, not THAT BONE.
Faye is quite an amazing woman. She and I have been swapping massages weekly or more for almost three months now. This morning, after breakfast, we left together for our homes. It’s about 2 blocks, but with motivation it can be done quite slowly and allow about 5 minutes to talk without the whole table listening. This was the afternoon for our massage and it was my turn to come to her and massage her. We both skip lunch on massage days and then share a light snack or salad after the massage and cool down for about 30 minutes.
As we walked, Faye said to him:
– Gus, we have been sharing massages for months and have always done things very right and by the book. But I think we need to step up our massages.
Assuming he needs twice a week, I guessed:
– Do you mean to do them two days a week?
– No, not often anymore; i mean more “coverage” so to speak. What I mean is ‘if it’s not covered, it’s massaging – and maybe some parts that aren’t so easy to see.
Well, I caught her drifting and side-eyed her as we walked.
– I’m fine with that, but I’m not ready to be exclusive. Not that I have anyone else. I haven’t been with a woman since my wife died. At least not “completely” if you know what I mean.
– Gus, I’ve been a widow for six years and have had male friends from time to time, but I know what you mean. And, I’m not talking about an exclusive relationship either, but we’ve gotten close enough that I’d like to be more intimate, if you’re okay with it.
– Faye, I think I am, and I’ll be sure to let you know when I come over later, but anyway, I want our friendship to continue.
– Better yet, or you’ll have to go to George for all your massages and he’ll give you a happy ending whether you like it or not! Faye giggled.
I left Faye at her door and went home. I spent the rest of the morning making sure in my mind of what I was doing, I finally put it down to what Faye said, she just wanted us to be more intimate. I got my things ready to take over and then went into the house doing things I needed to do to keep it from getting too scary even for me.
Just in time for lunch, I went to Faye’s. Her home is big enough to put her massage table in the living room area and still be able to work. We like it to be about 25 degrees for a massage and with the windows and front door open it was perfect. As usual, I went in and called Faye. She came out of the bedroom area and gave me our usual hug, but when she was done, I pulled her up to my level, kissed her and told her everything was going to be okay. Faye just smiled.
We put on our usual music and Faye sat face down on the table. I started at her neck and shoulders and saw her with “new eyes” so to speak, her skin was supple as always but seemed more pleasant to the touch. I got down on his back and then went to one side, then the other, to tend to his shoulders and arms.
I went around the table and started with her legs and feet. Starting carefully with her toes, I continued with her ankle and calf. First one leg and then the other. Faye was always very comfortable with her thighs not having to be closed and I always got great views of her vulva and today was no different, yet. After the lower legs, I went around the table and, starting at one ankle, moved down the calf and then the thigh. I repeated this going higher each time until I was past where I stop and on the upward stroke I was passing her outer lips. Faye moaned and her legs opened a little more and I repeated this several times before moving on to the other leg.
After I finished both legs, I whispered to them to turn on their backs. I gently helped her and also helped her sit and calm down.
I started at her shoulders again, then each arm and shoulder. I always massaged around Faye’s breasts, including the edges of the breasts, but not the nipples and not the center. She’s a D cup and at 60, they’re obviously losing quite a bit of weight, but lying on their backs, they’ve been fantastic. Her areolas are about 5 cm in diameter and her nipples are about the size of the end of her little fingers. Of course, she has no tan line, and her breasts are only slightly less tanned than the rest of the surrounding skin.
I gently massaged her breasts completely and then, with added oil, gave each nipple a firm yet gentle treatment and then both at the same time. Faye’s breathing deepened and she sighed openly and whispered her pleasure. I was getting extremely hard through all of this and Faye’s arm was often over my cock. Sometimes he moved his arm slightly to maintain contact.
After her breasts, I started at her feet and did the same treatment I did on the back of each leg, ankles, calves and then thighs. At the end of the thigh massage, I paid more and more obvious attention to her pussy. She has shaved lips, with an oval patch of very short hair above the cleft. Faye’s inner lips don’t stick out very much, only her outer lips parted and parted with every touch I made.
Finally, with oil, I opened her lips with one hand and used my middle finger to enter her vagina, looking for her G-spot. The open-lipped finger went to the tip of her slit and began to spin the clitoris.
Faye’s legs opened wide and I felt her arm go behind me. Her hand was on my ass and she whispered to me to get on top of her. I asked her if she wanted the front door closed and she said no, just climb on top of it.
After a minute I carefully got down and wobbled on the chair and sat on the towel. Faye gathered herself while still lying on the massage table. I finally got up and soaked one of the washcloths in hot water and brought it over to help clean Faye’s pussy. She was lying there with her legs still spread and what a wonderful sight it was.
Then I helped her up and led her to the couch and we both sat down.
– Gus, that was perfect. It was exactly what we were hoping for. We don’t owe each other and we don’t own each other, let’s always be special to each other and it will be perfect.”
– Fair enough, pretty lady. I’ll be hosting the next one too, of course!
That was the beginning of Massage Buddies becoming “Massage Buddies” and it’s what we’ve continued to this day, with a few additional adventures I’ll recount as we go along.
