A massage... With oil

The photos continued for the next half hour. Some were more tasteful than others, and she really got the full experience of seeing a white boy naked, at least as far as I was aware. Sometimes I would be squatting, other times standing straight up, one time she even got me to sit on the leather couch. It was an odd experience having my naked buttocks touch the woman’s couch, but I did as she said. Other times she strategically covered my nakedness with an object, such as a book. Regardless of the style of photo, however, my erection grew and grew.

We were finishing one photo when suddenly Christa had an idea. While I was sitting on the couch, she had some instructions. "Sit with your back straight, and legs spread."

I did as commanded, unable to stop my raging erection from pointing directly at her.

She chuckled softly. "Good," she said, and took some photos. "You look very good," she assured me.

"Thank you Christa," I said, worrying about how long I'd be able to keep my passions under control.

She stared at my boner, smiling to herself. "Stay here a minute, I'll be right back."

She headed upstairs. When she returned a few minutes later, she was holding a bottle of baby oil. "John, I can massage you with this and your body will be very shiny. They will make great photos!"

I blushed again. "Sure, let's do that." Honestly, I had always wanted her hands on my naked body.

"Stand," she told me. When I did she rubbed the oil between her palms and started massaging my lower leg. She moved up to my thigh. "You have nice legs, John."

"Thanks," I said, noticing that she was massaging my whole leg, including the hamstring and inner thigh. Her hands moved up in a circular motion, getting closer to my privates. My cock was fully erect and I kept wondering which part of my body would be massaged next.

She moved to my other leg and repeated the process. "John, turn around."

I did so that my butt was facing her. She giggled. "It's so white..."

Christa massaged my butt cheeks softly, again in a circular pattern. Her hands lightly caressed the cleft of my glutes, before moving up to the small of my back.

"Very strong back..." She massaged outward, wrapping her hands at my sides, moving up to my armpits. When she arrived at my shoulders, she actually loosened some of the tension I'd felt in my neck due to the long flight here.

"Oh, that feels so good..."

"Good, I'm glad, John. You must relax... Now turn around again."

I turned to face her, and she massaged my chest. My erection was so hard it brushed her leg.

Immediately I apologized. "Oh I'm so sorry Christa, I didn't realize..."

She didn't appear bothered. "Sssshhh. Relax. You're a man, a healthy man. It's only natural." Her easygoing nature turned me on even more.

She then touched my belly with the oil, going down...