They say our dreams reveal our real desires. I wonder if that's true after the dream I just had because I didn't think I'd be into what happened in my dream. But I wanted to share it with you, and it went something like this:
I went to my usual massage parlor for my weekly appointment, checked in, and headed to room 3 as instructed. When I walked in, my usual masseuse, Jolene, was there, but so were two men. I was a little concerned about that, so I asked her why they were there, and Jolene said they were specialists and would be assisting her. I wasn't happy about it, but figured Jolene had my back, so I went to the dressing area and undressed, wrapped in the luxury towel they provided, and headed to the massage table.
She asked me to lie down on my tummy, as usual, with the towel draped over me. Then she backed away from the table, and the two men approached. This seemed odd, but I wasn't concerned with Jolene there. As she watched, the men pulled the towel off me and rolled it up, then one lifted me by the hips, and the other slid the rolled-up towel under me. This lifted me, my hips and all, a few inches off the table. I was in shock that they would do this, leaving me naked on the table, but I decided to play along and see where it went. I think I was suspicious that they would somehow get sexy with me, and I rather liked the idea.
Jolene continued to watch as the men began massaging my shoulders. It felt wonderful and was done with more strength than Jolene could offer. After a few minutes at the shoulders, they moved their hands down to my hips and started to massage my rear. This felt really good, and I hoped Jolene would not interfere so that they could keep it up for a long time. But after a few minutes, they moved again, this time sliding their hands down the back of my legs to my ankles.
At this point, I was getting a little horny from the rear massage and looking forward to more of that sort of thing. What I got was the two men working on my legs, rubbing firmly up each one to my rear, squeezing my cheeks, then rubbing back down and repeating. It felt great!
Just as I was getting into a rhythm with their actions on my legs, they stopped at my rear. One massaged my cheeks again, while the other man took my ankles and pulled my legs apart, holding my feet near the sides of the table. I was spread open, my snatch in full view since I was raised off the table by the rolled-up towel, and a little scared of what they had in mind. Strangely, Jolene just stood there and watched, and somehow, that seemed to soothe my concerns.
As one man held my legs apart, the other man began to lightly massage my pussy. It was electric! He reached down and covered my snatch with his hand, then used his fingers to caress every inch of my private places. He touched my vagina but did not push into it, while he gently stroked my clitoris. I had never had a massage like this, and I wondered why Jolene just stood there and let it happen. Not that I was complaining, because what the men were doing to me felt wonderful, and I wanted it to continue.