"Off," Alice said. She reached behind her to untie her halter. "Will you help me, Thomas?"

"Well… well, I mean, sure," the boy mumbled. His fingers fumbled with her knot. She could have untied it faster, herself.

Her halter fell away at last and Thomas quickly bent to pick it up. Alice shoved her panties down to her knees before the boy could straighten himself.

"Please, Thomas," she said, "will you help me with these?"

The boy's face turned red. His fingers shook as he guided the panties off over Alice's bare feet. The musky aroma of Alice's moist cunt rose in the air.

Alice lay back on the massage table, letting her legs spread as wide as they could without falling off the sides of the table. She closed her eyes, relaxing. She felt embarrassed, wicked, liberated. No other males besides her husband had ever seen her naked before.

Thomas moved around. He pushed a small pillow under Alice's neck as she raised her head slightly. He oiled up his hands with warm massage oil. His breathing was much more noticeable than usual.

Alice sighed as the young man's big fingers began to knead and stroke her face. He worked his fingers gently into the muscles of her cheeks and around her eyes. His thumbs stroked her lips. He kneaded behind her ears and down the back of her neck. Within seconds, Alice's entire body relaxed. She could hardly move, didn't want to move. She felt totally naked, open and receptive.

Thomas moved to her side. He took her right arm and oiled it, working his thumbs into her muscles. As he massaged her hand, Alice felt as if her arm would melt. He placed her tingling arm back on the table and moved around to massage her left arm. Alice sighed, almost moaned.

The boy's hot, oiled hands attacked her legs, sliding up, milking. He kneaded the large muscles of her thighs. He rubbed her feet, rotating the bones, pulling on her toes. Within minutes both her feet and legs were limp and tingling.