A emergency

We had just finished cleaning the sweets when suddenly there was a commotion in the sauna area.

A man in his mid-40s, who had been sitting on a lounger, let out a sharp cry of pain and clutched his right thigh. His leg had cramped up – a severe calf cramp. He grimaced and tried to stand up, but immediately collapsed again.

I was only two metres away and reacted immediately.

“Wait, I’ll help you!”

I knelt down on the floor beside him. The man was lying half on the lounger, his leg stretched out stiffly. I knew from my first-aid course what to do.

“Try to stretch your leg. I’ll massage the muscle.”

I gently took his leg in both hands. First the calf. I pressed my thumbs firmly into the knotted muscle and massaged in circular and lengthwise motions. As I did so, I knelt wide-legged beside him, my red bikini straining over my bottom.

The man groaned with pain and relief.

“Just like that… harder… yes…”

I leaned deeper over his leg to put more pressure into the massage. My upper body lowered, my breasts pressing against his thigh. The bikini fabric stretched extremely tight.

Jan was immediately there with the camera, taking photos from various angles.

“Keep going, Lisa! That’s a real help! Carry on!”

I changed position. I placed one leg on the massage table to work more effectively. My other leg remained on the floor. In this position, my bottom was stretched back and spread wide. The red bikini bottoms cut deeply between my labia.

I was now massaging his thigh with both hands – from the calf upwards to the base. My fingers dug into the muscle. To do this, I had to lean forward even further. My face came very close to his crotch.

The man was wearing only red swimming trunks. The tension and the massage made the fabric noticeably tighter. I could see the outline of his cock, which was slowly stirring.

I tried to remain professional and concentrated on the massage.

“Breathe in and out deeply. That will release the cramp.”

I changed position again: I was now kneeling directly between his legs to reach the inner thigh more easily. My knees were spread wide, my bottom sticking up high. I leaned deep over his leg, my cheek almost resting on his thigh. My breasts hung heavily downwards, touching his knee.

Jan crouched down and took close-ups.

At the end of the massage, I took the lotion that was ready and applied a thick layer to his thigh and calf. I massaged it in slowly and thoroughly, stroking upwards with both hands. I was still kneeling between his legs, my upper body bent low.

The man visibly relaxed. “Thank you… that really helped.”

I smiled sheepishly. “No problem. That’s part of the service.”

For me, it was a genuine, helpful emergency situation. I’d just been doing my job – professionally and with care.

What I didn’t know:

Through the rose-tinted glasses of the men standing around, the scene looked completely different.

They saw a completely naked Lisa kneeling between the legs of a naked man. In the first pose, her bare bottom jutted high and wide into the air, her glistening pussy and little pink arsehole clearly visible. As she bent low over his leg, her heavy, bare breasts hung directly over his thigh, the hard nipples almost touching.

In the position between his legs, it looked as though a naked woman was deliberately kneeling between a man’s thighs and bringing her head very close to his crotch. As she applied the lotion, her hands slowly stroked his bare thigh – just centimetres from his semi-erect cock.

The whole scene looked like a naked woman giving a naked man an intimate massage whilst presenting her open slit and her arse to him.

Jan took hundreds of photos – especially of the moments when my face was just centimetres from his crotch and my bum was stuck up in the air, facing the camera.

I finally stood up, wiped my hands and smiled somewhat exhausted at the group.

“Are you feeling better now?”

The man nodded gratefully.

The men in the red glasses applauded loudly.

I just thought: “Glad I could help. That really was a genuine emergency.”

I had no idea that Jan had just photographed one of the most intimate and humiliating ‘rescue scenes’ of my life – whilst I thought I was just massaging a cramp.