We were then turned over onto our stomachs; our heads turned facing each other. I looked at Mike’s smiling face, but again nothing was said. The cold water was running down my shoulders, my back and over the bare cheeks of my bottom and then down my open legs. I didn’t remember Smithy removing my shorts but it wouldn’t have been difficult. I just laid there looking at Mike and enjoying every minute of it. Next, I was being dried and then massaged, I remember oil being spread on my back and rubbed in. This was being done with one hand and as Mike was moving in the same rhythm as myself I knew he was receiving the same pleasurable feeling. Further down his palm slowly caressed until it came into contact with my bum cheeks. The massage was making me breathe faster and then he stopped and I felt something cool and wet on my legs and again the kneading and rubbing continued only this time from the feet, up the legs, behind the knees, the thighs and then a sensation as his fingers went between my open legs and lightly touched my ..............

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