Naughty Massage at the Mall: A Tale of Public Lesbian Exhibitionism Read online

  Naughty Massage at the Mall

  By Lacey Starlove

  Copyright © 2016 by Lacey Starlove

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, except as provided by United States copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. All characters are at least eighteen years of age.

  Special thanks to Chaichaichai for inspiring this story

  Sarah decided she had done enough shopping for one day and was headed for the exit to the mall. Her twenty-sixth birthday had just passed and, along with other gifts, her husband had given her a stack of cash, with instructions to “enjoy yourself.”

  She took in her surroundings as she walked. The mall was new, having just had their grand opening six months ago. It was modern and luxurious, with clean, polished floors and gorgeous, flowing fountains.

  It was about noon on a Saturday, and the place was packed. People of all walks of life were milling about. Professionals with their nice clothes, thug wannabes with their ghetto-chic outfits, old retired men, young women like herself, and so on. It was a beautiful day, and the sun shone through the glass windows of the ceiling high above her.

  As she walked, Sarah noticed a massage service up ahead. It didn’t have its own store, it was just setup in the middle of the wide walkway, along with the other kiosks selling perfume, jewelry, cell phones, and other assortments.

  There were three therapists – two men and a young woman. There were a couple of people already getting massages. They were sitting, leaning forward in special massage chairs, getting their necks and backs rubbed through their clothing. The people giving the massages were the two men, very muscular, and Sarah thought how nice it would feel to have those strong hands rubbing her aching shoulders, tired from hauling around her purchases all morning.

  As she approached, the woman looked at her and smiled. Sarah’s chest fluttered a bit as she realized how incredibly attractive the woman was.

  “Hello. Would you like massage?” the woman asked her. She had some sort of accent, Eastern European perhaps, although Sarah couldn’t be sure, and her English wasn’t perfect.

  “Um, sure,” Sarah replied. She had wanted a massage from one of the men, but she found herself quickly warming to the idea of feeling this woman’s hands on her.

  “Regular or full body?” the woman asked.

  The question caught Sarah off-guard. She didn’t realize “full body” was an option, and wasn’t sure how that was going to work with this setup, but she realized she was excited to find out.

  “Full body,” she replied, her heart thumping a little stronger as she said it.

  “Wonderful,” the woman said, smiling.

  She told Sarah the price, then Sarah handed her the money. After putting it in the register, the woman bent down and dragged out a folded massage table from behind the kiosk. It was heavy, but the woman was strong for her size. She found a space for it and, with the help of the two men, unfolded and assembled it so that it lay perfectly straight, about three feet off the ground.

  “Okay, go into changing room, remove all clothes, and wear this,” the woman said, handing her a towel. Sarah felt a small surge of arousal upon hearing this woman instruct her to strip nude. Then she looked at the “changing room” the woman was referring to. It was nothing more than a rectangular framework of thin, plastic poles, supporting four vinyl curtains on each edge.

  Sarah’s first thought as she walked up to the contraption was that the curtains looked see-through. She stuck one of her hands inside and waved it around. It wasn’t see-through per se, but the silhouette of her hand was clearly visible. Everyone walking by was going to be able to watch her strip, even if they wouldn’t be able to see any nudity.

  Sarah stepped inside and shut the curtain. Or, at least, she tried to shut the curtain. She realized with horror that none of the curtains could extend far enough to completely touch the other curtains. The result was that there were four thin slits in each corner, unobstructed by any of the material. Only a sliver of her could be seen from any one angle, but passersby would be treated to at least a tantalizing tease of nude flesh, if not more.

  The thought of being partially exposed while she stripped nude in the middle of the mall was starting to excite her. She pretended to be completely unaware of her situation as she began peeling her blouse off over her head. She unfastened and unzipped her jeans, and couldn’t help but bend over seductively as she dragged them down over her smooth legs. She unclasped and removed her bra. It was starting to get hot in this confined space as Sarah’s excitement grew, but she felt cool air coming in through the slits. The coolness blew over her bare chest and made her nipples hard. Again, her arousal got the best of her, and she couldn’t help but bring her hands up to her chest to play with her tits and squeeze her nipples for a few moments, knowing full well that anyone watching would be able to tell exactly what she was doing. As she did this, she looked towards one of the slits and made eye contact with a man as he walked by. Electricity ran through her body. As she pulled down, and stepped out of, her panties, she noticed they were slightly damp.

  She felt so sexy, standing here completely naked while she heard the din of hundreds of voices around her, echoing throughout the mall outside of her little makeshift dressing room. She didn’t want it to stop, so she lingered like this for a moment, playing with her hair for a bit. Finally, she decided she better get out soon before the masseuse began to wonder if something was wrong.

  She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her. It was so small! She had wrapped it so that it would completely cover her breasts, but this left part of her pussy and most of her ass completely exposed. She tried re-wrapping it so that all of her bottom was covered, but this left her breasts out in the open. The best she could do was to position the towel so that it just barely covered her nipples and pussy, which left an ungodly amount of cleavage showing in the front, and about a quarter of her bare ass peeking out from the rear.

  Taking a deep breath, she pulled back one of the curtains and stepped out into public view, a great deal of her naked body on display for the strangers around her. She glanced about nervously. She saw eyes go wide as they noticed her. Behind her, a young man was elbowing his friend, smiling and pointing at her exposed butt. Her confidence from just a few moments ago evaporated and she suddenly felt self-conscious. She had never seen anyone getting a nude massage in the middle of the mall before, towel or not, and began to wonder if this was at all normal. Some of the startled looks around her suggested it was not. But the masseuse just beamed a wide smile at her, and she began to relax again. This woman seemed to think it was normal…or did she? Behind her friendly smile, Sarah could’ve sworn she noticed something else, a look of…mischief, perhaps? If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve also sworn she detected a look of…lust.

  But she brushed off this last thought feeling silly. Sarah knew she was hot, but this woman was a goddess. Of course she would want to believe that someone so beautiful would find her attractive, she told herself.

  “Okay, get on table. I start with back, so lie on tummy,” the woman instructed.

  It was very difficult for Sarah to get on the table while maintaining any sense of modesty. She could only use one arm if she had any hope of keeping herself covered. Finally, she managed to hoist herself up on her hands and knees, w
hilst keeping the towel around her. But as she got on the table, the towel rose up in the back. She wasn’t sure how much it came up, but it felt like a lot. She quickly pulled it back down and shot an embarrassed look towards the masseuse.

  The woman just smiled that devilish smile of hers and said, “Oopsie.” Sarah’s face flushed with embarrassment.

  Lying on her stomach, with the towel still wrapped around her, Sarah realized she would have to lift her body up slightly to get the towel out from under her. She did it as quickly as she could, but for a brief moment her tits hung freely, exposed to the cool air once more, and again, her nipples got hard. As she laid back down, they pressed into the leather of the massage table and the pressure felt wonderful on them.

  The woman pulled the towel down, covering Sarah’s bottom half, and exposing her entire back, right down to where the swell of her ass began. Sarah laid like this, draped in nothing but a small towel, the only nude person in a sea of fully dressed people, as the woman began the massage.

  As the woman rubbed her shoulders and neck, Sarah momentarily forgot her excitement as the tension in her upper body melted away under the woman’s firm touch. But then the woman dragged her nails lightly and slowly down Sarah’s back. A wave of pleasure shivered up her spine, and her arousal came flooding back, stronger than ever. She felt hot between her legs.

  The masseuse worked Sarah’s lower back for a bit, then slowly moved back up.

  “You want oil?” she asked Sarah.

  “Yes, please!” Sarah replied, a little too excitedly than she would have liked.

  The woman got a bottle of massage oil from her supplies and began drizzling it on Sarah’s back. At first it felt warm, but as the woman began working it lovingly into her flesh, it began to feel hot. Or was that just Sarah’s skin reacting to her touch?

  The woman’s hands now glided along Sarah’s slick skin with ease rubbing all over her shoulders, back, and arms. She began to feel an insatiable desire to have the woman’s hands go everywhere, to coat every inch of her skin with oil, without modesty. As if reading Sarah’s thoughts, the hands began inching slowly down the sides of her upper back, rubbing in circles as they went, until they were rubbing the sides of her breasts. It took Sarah everything she had to not let out a moan. But all too quickly, the hands began working their way back up again.

  “Okay, now I do legs,” the masseuse told her softly.

  Starting at the end closest to Sarah’s feet, the woman began folding the towel up, and up, and up…and then up some more! The last fold really caught Sarah by surprise. She hadn’t dreamed the woman would go so high. She was lying here, completely nude, save for a thin strip of cloth failing miserably at its job of covering her well-endowed ass.

  The masseuse rubbed oil into Sarah’s right calf, then worked her way up. As she rubbed hard into Sarah’s firm thigh, Sarah could feel her leg being pulled ever so gently outward, spreading her just a bit. She didn’t fight it.

  The woman moved to Sarah’s left calf and repeated the process. Again, Sarah’s leg was pulled outward, and her legs spread even further. She felt her lips separate slightly. She was sure the woman would be able to see her pussy if she wanted to.

  “My, you’re very beautiful,” said the woman sweetly.

  Now Sarah was getting wet. Which, given the current situation, just increased her arousal even further. She knew it was an inappropriate thing for a masseuse to say, and that excited her. Not to mention the fact that it was entirely possible the woman was staring right at her bald cunt as she said it.

  “Thank you,” was all Sarah managed to say.

  The woman kept working her hands higher and higher up Sarah’s leg. They began sliding under the towel, and grazing Sarah’s butt.

  “Is okay?” the woman asked, her accent thick.

  “Mmm, yes, perfectly okay,” Sarah responded. She didn’t want to leave any doubt that she was okay with intimate touching. She wanted the masseuse to touch her as much as was ethically allowed. In fact, if she was being honest, she wanted her to touch her much more than that.

  With this invitation, the masseuse began sliding her hands all over Sarah’s bare ass. Then she alternated between sliding, rubbing, and squeezing. To Sarah, it felt like more than just a massage. It felt like she was being played with…and she liked it.

  The woman fell into a pattern where she had a palm on each cheek and was rubbing each in a circular motion. The hands would meet at the bottom, then push upward and outward, before circling back around to meet again. The effect was such that, during each rotation, the woman was spreading Sarah open lewdly.

  “You want deeper?” the woman asked her.

  Sarah didn’t know exactly what she meant, but she knew she wanted it. “Yes, please,” she told the woman, trying to hide her excitement.

  Now the woman’s hands slid deeper and deeper into Sarah’s crevice each time. They were coming within an inch of Sarah’s holes before spreading outward again. In addition, the woman kept leaning forward a little bit more each time. Eventually, Sarah could feel the woman’s hot breath on her, each time she stretched her open. Sarah was being driven wild with desire. Now the hands were coming within a centimeter of touching her most intimate treasures. Just when she thought she was going to lose control, the woman stopped.

  “Okay, now I do front,” she said. She went to get another towel, then handed it to Sarah. This one was even smaller. Even completely unfurled, it was nothing but a thin strip of terrycloth. The woman held onto the towel lying on Sarah’s ass to keep it in place, then said, “Okay, turn.”

  Sarah did as she was told. She tried to cover her breasts with the towel as she turned, but for a second she was again completely exposed to anyone who happened to be watching at the time.

  The masseuse moved to the head of the table and began massaging Sarah’s shoulders.

  Sarah looked down at the clumped up towel lying lazily across her crotch. Before, she was sure the masseuse could see right up under it. Now, she knew, while she may be covered to a bird flying above her, anyone walking by in the pathway in front of her would not have their sight obstructed in the slightest by the towel. She watched them as they walked by. Watched when they turned their heads. Watched as their eyes grew large when they peered between her legs, not believing what they were seeing. Some of them, she noticed, would suddenly “realize” they were going the wrong way once they passed her, then turn back around, only to decide, in the end, that they were going the right way the first time. Most of these were men, but there was one young woman doing it as well, looking adorably cute as she tried her hardest to be discrete.

  Then, Sarah noticed, there were some people who had completely given up on being discrete. There were three 18-year-old boys that were just standing around staring at her bare pussy. One black, one white, and another Hispanic. They were dressed in ill-fitting clothing, with hats on sideways, large gaudy chains hanging around their necks, and cute attempts at growing facial hair. Even through their baggy shorts, Sarah could see that their dicks were hard. One of them was rubbing himself casually through his clothing. She couldn’t help but spread her legs farther apart, knowing they were watching.

  Sarah’s attention was brought back to the masseuse when the woman’s hands suddenly slipped under the towel and began lightly rubbing the sides of her breasts.

  “Is okay?” the woman asked again, but this time her voice was seductive and teasing.

  “Yes! Is…is okay,” Sarah managed to say, her brain cloudy with lust.

  Then suddenly the woman’s hands glided freely across Sarah’s tits, right over her nipples.

  “Oh fuck,” Sarah gasped out loud.

  The woman massaged her tits lovingly, cupping them in her hands, squeezing them gently. She clasped Sarah’s nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and squeezed and pulled them.

  The boys were going wild now. It was obvious that the masseuse was rubbing Sarah’s tits under the towel. One of them had his cell phone ou
t, recording this amazing scene of exhibitionism unfolding right in front of him.

  The masseuse then moved to one side of the table and began sliding her hand up Sarah’s right leg. She started at the calf, then glided up and up, running her hand along the inner part of Sarah’s thigh and right into the crevice where Sarah’s leg met her crotch. She did this over and over again. Just like when Sarah was on her stomach, she was pulling her leg outward with each motion, only this time, she was doing it much more forcefully. She moved to the other side of the table and repeated the process with Sarah’s other leg.

  Eventually, Sarah was lying practically spread eagle. The crowd standing in front of them was growing larger. At this point, the scene was getting raunchy enough that a spectator could be excused for wanting to see what the hell was happening, without seeming like a leering pervert who just wanted to watch a woman massage another woman. The people watching were no longer the deviants. Sarah and the masseuse were now the deviants.

  The masseuse began to use one hand on each leg and she no longer bothered with the calves. She just ran her hands along Sarah’s inner thighs and then dragged her thumbs along the edges of Sarah’s pussy. Sarah wondered if she had ever been so wet in her life. Cream was oozing out of her, and the masseuse and everyone else watching could see it.

  “Okay boys, is closing time,” the woman said suddenly to her co-workers.

  The men tapped at their customers in the massage chairs and told them their time was up. One of them began to protest, but as he stood up, he noticed Sarah and the scene unfolding there, and he suddenly cut his argument short.

  “The fuck?” he muttered under his breath, flabbergasted.

  One of the masseurs turned a sign around to indicate that they were now closed and not taking any more customers. Then he moved to help his co-worker who had begun to pack up shop. They were dissembling and folding the massage chairs, kiosk, and other equipment, and loading the pieces onto a large flatbed cart. They seemed to be in a hurry.