Massage therapist left the door open

[Pants_Down]

I had an embarrassing experience at a local massage establishment where I was living. These weren't well regulated in that small town, and the masseuse I usually saw often massaged me "undraped." I was used to that.

On this one occasion, a lot of people were coming in without appointments. The masseuse kept excusing herself from massaging my back and hips, to go greet the drop-ins and ask them to wait.

About the third time she did this, she got lazy and just left the door to my massage room open, while she went out.

I continued to wait face down on the table, completely naked, and with my ass in full view from the doorway. As far as I knew, everyone else was out in the reception area. So I figured, "No problem."

But she must have told a couple of young ladies to wait in one of the massage rooms. Because I heard them coming down the hall and chattering.

I also heard the two of them stop at my open doorway, go silent for a moment, and then burst into peals of laughter. They moved on after a moment, but I guess they liked the view, because they went back and forth several times, still babbling in a foreign language (which I recognized) and giggling.

While they were doing this, I felt both embarrassed by the exposure, and turned on.

As I felt my cock getting hard against the massage table, I fantasized about turning over to show these young ladies the rest of the view, or at least looking up at them.

But I knew so many people in that small town, and the odds were strong that I knew them, too. Just seeing me naked lying face down was one thing (they couldn't know who I was.) But if I sat up, they'd see my face as well as my cock... and I just might be looking at my neighbors, or people I worked with.

So I stayed where I was, just letting them look at me. I wondered, if I started pressing my cock into the sheet and table, would they come in, to help? Just a fantasy... They'd see my face, then, too.

After awhile, I heard one of them do the "mwah" thing (blowing me a kiss), then they moved on down the hall, still giggling and chattering.

When the masseuse finally came back, closed the door and said, "SORRY!"... I thought about asking her if turnabout wouldn't be fair play. Maybe I could have a secret peek at those ladies while THEY were naked and face down, on *their* massage tables? Or maybe face up, with their tits in view? But I knew better than to ask.

Remembering those women seeing me naked (though only face down), and fantasies about inviting them in to sit with me, always turn me on when I masturbate by lying face down in the nude, and pressing my cock into a towel on the bed.

[Ssean]

Almost the same thing happened to me at a small salon where they also did massages in the back. The massage table was closed off from the salon with a curtain. It was busy that day and my massues had to go answer the phone several times. The second time she left, the curtain didn’t close all the way. I was laying face down and completely naked.

I opened my eyes a bit as I heard her leave. The curtain was open foot or so and I could see one of her clients sitting under one of those dryers just outside the curtained area. She had a straight in view of me on the table. I saw her eyes just above the magazine she was holding look up and back down several times. I pretended to lay there as though I didn’t notice that the curtain was open as though she couldn’t see in.

The masseurs came back and was very apologetic for all the interruptions. It was time for me to role over. As I did, she had another phone call. Normally, she would have placed a small folded towel over my privates but the timing of the call was such that she left before covering me. There I was laying there totally naked face up. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the curtain was open exactly the same as before. I didn’t have the courage at first to look over. I just laid face up.

Finally, I did try to casually look over at the open curtain. Sure enough, this time her eyes were looking over her magazine but not looking down at all. Trying to cover would have given me away that I knew she was looking inside the curtain. My cock was erecting embarrassingly as my massues returned but she didn’t say anything and continued to do her massage as though nothing had happened and the curtain was still open. It was so hectic for her that day I doubt she realized the curtain was open at all.

[Skylar21]

It is interesting how embarrassment and arousal can work together for quite an experience.

Your situation could be a kind of CFNM, where the females get to see you nude but you will never know who they were.

Seems like the women had a good time looking at you.

[Ssean]

Skylar you are so right about the cfnm experience. It was embarrassing but very erotic at the same time. It must be very empowering for women.

For me the eroticism led me back to the same salon a bunch of times before I had to move away for my job. The massues there was very good and she wasn’t too uptight about massaging a 20 something male without a cover at times. She was red very careless with the privacy curtain.

Each time our session would start with a very small folded towel that inevitably came off, or slipped off casually as she would work my legs. Sometimes she would leave during the session or occasionally a salon employee would peek inside the curtain to ask if she had anyone for the hair drying chair just outside. Invariably, the curtain would be casually opened and left that way exposing me on the table nude or almost nude. And sure enough a female client would sit under the dryer with an obvious view behind the curtain.

One of the last few times I went there, I was laying on my back and fully aroused. I felt the small towel cover sliding away. Her hand kept bumping the towel until it fell completely away. I could see out of the corner of my eye that they had seated an attractive 40 something in the chair facing the open curtain. I felt the weight of the towel slip off my throbbing hardon. At the moment. I heard a voice by the currain. I opened my eyes to see the lady, still with wet hair, standing in the opening staring at my penis.

She said, “can I watch him finish?”
The masseuse replied, “of course you can.”

I felt her hand slowly slide up the underside of my shaft. I knew I would be totally helpless feeling her hand controlling me. Oh god, I thought. I couldn’t believe I was letting my masseuse use me to put on a show for this client of hers.

I laid there letting out short shrill little nummers which got lower and lower as she work me over faster and faster. She made me start to buck for it just before I lost control.

Afterwards, the masseuse cleaned me up and the lady was back under her hair dryer as though nothing had happened.