Ingrid leads you to her room

Ingrid leads you into a little room dominated by a massage table. Calming new-age music is playing softly, and a faint whiff of aromatherapy lingers in the air.

"Have you ever had a Swedish massage?" she asks you in her lilting Nordic accent. You shake your head. "Okay, I can rub you if you like. You need to take off your clothes." She exits the room and closes the door behind her.

You immediately start stripping off your clothes. You never could have imagined Swedes were such sluts! She couldn't wait to get you naked! As you pulled down your boxers, you noticed your penis was already erect in anticipation.

A minute later, the door opened again as Ingrid returned. Her easy smile was replaced by wide-eyed shock as she stared at your fully erect cock. She laughed nervously and licked her lips. "Oh, my! You... you're supposed to be on the table, under the sheet..." she stammered.