Ingrid Relaxing Massage

She is exhausted. She does not want the pain of a deep tissue massage.

She lies on her front, and you work on her shoulders and concentrate on what you're doing. Her skin is soft and warm, and you don't use too much oil.

Ingrid seems to be relaxed, so you must be doing an OK job.

She has some knots in her neck that you try to work on before you pull her towel down to expose her back. You use more oil and rub it into her back, taking your time. You are stalling. You are athletes, so you have to do her glutes, but you know how hard that will be. Even with the towel covering her up, the curve of her back and shape of her butt is distracting.

You do her back and her arms and now you have ****. You move the towel, exposing her bottom. She still has her panties on, and they are so snug and cute.

You want to touch, but instead you speak.

"Do you want these on or off?" you ask.

Amy told you that you can't massage people effectively through fabric, but you aren't about to **** anyone to get naked.

Ingrid makes a faint noise that is not a reply. Confused, you look to see that she has her eyes closed. Is she even paying attention?

"Because they're supposed to be off," you say. "OK?"

She ignores you. Fine. It's up to you to take them off her. Right? Probably not, but you're an imposter. This has nothing to do with the fact that you are you dying to see and touch her bare ass.

You slip your fingers into the cotton panties at her hips, and ease them over her buttocks and down her legs. She is completely relaxed.

You oil up your hands and you have to move closer to the table because your cock has gotten hard. You knew it would, but you just have to keep working and not let her see.

You start on her glutes, but she suddenly makes a quiet noise and rolls over. The towel falls off the table, and Ingrid lies on her back, fully nude on your massage table except for the panties hanging around her right ankle.

She is asleep. You can't believe it. She fell asleep while you were doing her back.

You can see everything. Her curly, blonde pubic hair, her pink slit and big, perfect clit. Her soft boobs with her generous, pink nipples which are hard and standing up at least half an inch.

One of her hands is on her belly as she sleeps peacefully, but also restlessly. It's like she's dreaming, because she shifts her hips and makes little noises.

Are you supposed to just let her sleep? Amy didn't say anything about this. Should you just do her front? If you can touch those boobs, you can die happy.

Ingrid moves her hand, sliding it down her belly and between her legs. Still asleep, she gently brushes her clit and sighs. You watch in disbelief as she she gently masturbates in her sleep.

She gets red and damp between her legs as her arousal grows. Her hips move, and the rest of her, including her boobs.

You have never seen anyone masturbate in their sleep before, and it's too much for you. Your cock strains against your panties, and your precum is leaking through your scrubs.