But I made up some excuses and acted as if everything was fine. Everything wasn't fine though. Although I really liked pulling on myself, I didn't kno...w if it was ok, if I was going to hurt myself or what.One day, on a hot mid-summer afternoon, I grabbed my towel and swim suit and told mom I was going down to the lake. I was really going to the forest, to my favorite little summer jack-off spot. It's a nice secluded place, far off from the walking and cycling trails, and well hidden. I felt safe. Himo had a way of being able to meditate almost anywhere and frequently waited until the last possible moment to rouse herself from her peaceful practice. Qiao did not want the General to think they were taking this less than seriously, and that was hard enough with Malark strumming on his lute.Himo rose from her lotus position in a graceful motion without using her hands. She always moved fluidly, even for an elf. “General Grodan, hero of the battle of Raven Rock,” Himo said formally, nodding. Strong and soft at the same time. She kneeded my back and then my arms. Then she shifed to my feet and started working up my legs. Her touch was electric. Occasionally her hands would reach under the towel but they always pulled back before she went too far.“how are you enjoying the massage?” she asked“You have quite the touch” I replied. “My only disappointment is that I can’t watch you work from this position”.“Well, we can fix that she said as she turned me over.” Now I realized my. . as I did I could feel the skirt raise up expose my nylon covered ass even more... and just then a slight breeze swept through the parking lot blowing my flimsy skirt completely up... my glistening, pantyhose ass now in full view. He moved towards me and laughed as he did. Whoa there... we don’t want everyone to see that beautiful ass of yours, do we? With that he gently tugged my skirt back down and as he did he allowed his hand to travel down the outside of my right stocking clad thigh. His.