One night, Zoya and Rehaan were sitting in the living room and relaxing after dinner. Zoya was wearing just a panty and a long night shirt without a bra whereas Rehaan was in his boxer shorts and bare chested.
“Hey Rehaan,” She said, reading the local paper. “Listen to this. They are looking for people to join a massage class. They teach the “art of sensual massage”. Do you want to try it?”
“I suppose so. How much is it?” Rehaan asked.
“It’s 200 bucks per person and its here. Just in the neighborhood. They start tomorrow night. I’m going to call them. Shall I?” Rehaan nodded.
She called them and they said it was a small group. The idea was to have someone teach them how to give sensuous massages. They were both intrigued and figured that they could learn some techniques. They had a good sex life but what was the harm in trying to give it some extra zing?
The day came and Rehaan got home from work a little early so they could eat and be ready on time. Since massage was on the agenda, Zoya put on a loose T shirt and a pair of jeans. She deliberately did not wear the bra. Rehaan too was similarly attired. They walked over to the apartment building address that they gave Zoya. It was on the second floor of an old brownstone building and quite stylish. They rang the doorbell of the apartment and stood back, wondering if this was going to be worth it.
“Hey Rehaan,” She said, reading the local paper. “Listen to this. They are looking for people to join a massage class. They teach the “art of sensual massage”. Do you want to try it?”
“I suppose so. How much is it?” Rehaan asked.
“It’s 200 bucks per person and its here. Just in the neighborhood. They start tomorrow night. I’m going to call them. Shall I?” Rehaan nodded.
She called them and they said it was a small group. The idea was to have someone teach them how to give sensuous massages. They were both intrigued and figured that they could learn some techniques. They had a good sex life but what was the harm in trying to give it some extra zing?
The day came and Rehaan got home from work a little early so they could eat and be ready on time. Since massage was on the agenda, Zoya put on a loose T shirt and a pair of jeans. She deliberately did not wear the bra. Rehaan too was similarly attired. They walked over to the apartment building address that they gave Zoya. It was on the second floor of an old brownstone building and quite stylish. They rang the doorbell of the apartment and stood back, wondering if this was going to be worth it.
