Oiled up!

I realised quite quickly looking at the "helpers" face, that he wasn't even trying to apply the oil yet and instead just gesturing for my naked ass to sit down. This is ridiculous! I am a brave and strong warrior! I shouldn't be blushing like this! But I couldn't stop the rosy tint to my cheeks as I sat down, exposed for this young man. It felt so personal, somehow even worse than the thought that soon the whole of Olympus will see me like this. I wish I'd had warning to prepare myself mentally instead of the sudden jump from complete modesty to enforced public nudity.

He walked over and I shivered both partly from the cool air and his warm touch as he slathered his hands across my bare legs. Despite how sensual it was, any pleasure was completely overtaken by the notice that his face was centimeters away from touching my exposed pussy. I tried to casually close my legs together even though I knew that soon he'd have to be more intimate with that area, attempting to hide my emotions. Thankfully he was distracted currently smoothing oil over my left foot to pay any attention to my discomfort. At least he wasn't looking at me like I was a Goddess or anything and kept any lewd comments to himself; I had that to be thankful for at least.

As I was lost in my own thoughts I suddenly realised it my legs were smooth and shiny as I was asked to stand up, with a roll of the eyes I complied. Now I was giving my new friend a very good look at my toned behind and while it was probably my best feature, that didn't make things any less horrific. My eyes widened as I felt a loose grasp of my buttcheeks as he drifted his hands over me, feeling the slick substance spread uncomfortably. Even standing up I felt myself nearly slip as my feet were covered in the stuff.

I had thousands of thoughts cross my mind as I tried to block out most of them. Just think about something, anything else! But I couldn't resist but feel the humiliation as I stood naked in front of the first person to ever see me so. The fact that he was now touching me, actually touching me, made it even worse. I could feel myself quiver as his hand moved uncomfortably close to my crack; fortunately that area didn't need to be oiled. Unfortunately the front did. I clenched my fists and literally bit my tongue as his hand drifted between my legs, knees shaking slightly. Don't show weakness! I stood in the most awkward position of my life as he applied the sleek oil. If there was one place I didn't one to shine, it was that one. What had I done to offend the Gods? Why punish me like this?

It was over quickly thankfully and he quickly started working on my toned abs; I was proud of them even if it separated me from most women. Still, I was always a bit different. I was less nervous about this part and more worried for when his hands would inevitably rise and touch my shameful chest. Which inevitably he did. At least there wasn't much for him to grope, even if the fact he is seeing it himself was bad enough. I closed my eyes and began counting as he worked, the only sensations being the wind from outside and this boys hands roaming over me as the oil slithered down my body.

I felt him move to my back; not much left now. He allowed me to sit, giving me the opportunity to hide both my ass and vagina which I quickly took. We were together in silence, both too awkward to come up with anything to say. Somehow that made it even worse. Suddenly I felt him touch my face, as he let the oil dribble down from my forehead to my chin. I opened my eyelids to see him rubbing oil into my cheeks, thankfully less indecent ones this time. Surely he'll notice my blush?

He stood backwards and faced me, "You- uh, you look beautiful." Of course he had to make it even worse.

"I am a warrior and an athlete. It is not my job to look beautiful." I responded, trying to fight off the temptation to grab my clothes and run back to Sparta. But I'd already went through this much, I can do the rest. And as I thought of my poor mother, there was really **** to be made. I really really hope she doesn't hear about this one.

He suddenly looked shocked and defensive, "I'm very very sorry! I just-" I sighed, the young man was just trying to be nice.

"It's fine. Now what?" I asked, knowing the answer to the question would not be good and as he showed me the exit to the tent, I had my answer.