My body was aching; all the work I'd been doing outside in the garden had taken its toll on me after a long winter of inactivity. The idea of a professional massage kept coming into my head, so after thinking about it for two or three days, I made a few phone calls and found a place that was both close by and affordable.
When I arrived at the address given to me, I was a bit surprised that it was a private house, but since I'd seen the advertisement in the newspaper for several days, I figured it must be a legitimate business. A sex-crazed murderer/masseur wouldn't advertise in a big daily newspaper! But just in case, I left the paper with his address and phone number on the front seat of my car. His name was Bill.
Upon entering, I was shown to a bedroom where I could disrobe. When Bill gave me a large bath sheet to wrap around my body, I asked him if I should remove 'everything'. He said that as long as I was comfortable with it, he preferred it. Other than my husband and a doctor, no one has seen me nude in over 25 years. I'm not a sweet young thing with buns of steel and perky titties. I'm a 40 odd, married woman who's had a couple of kids and carries a few extra pounds. Was I comfortable with removing everything? No, but I'd come this far, so figured "What the hell, go for it!" As I reached for the towel, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Straightening up, I realized that I didn't look too bad. My copper-coloured hair, fair skin and blue eyes complimented each other. Although my breasts had a bit of sag to them, my nipples were rosy and thick. My eyes wandered down across my tummy and to my shaved mound. The only hair was a small amber tuft just above the slit. I heard Bill coming back, so grabbed the towel and wrapped myself up.
When I first arrived, Bill was wearing trousers and a shirt, but when he came back into the room after I had disrobed, he was wearing shorts and a tank top. I was directed to a large comfortable chair and when I sat down, I was delighted to discover that it was heated with a vibrating unit inside of it. It felt very relaxing.
He sat down on a stool directly in front of me, lifted my legs up onto his thighs and began to massage my calves and thighs with a warm body lotion. I could feel myself relaxing and the muscles loosening up within a few minutes. The long edges of the bath sheet seemed to fall between my inner thighs so I felt "covered up" and I laid my head back and enjoyed the feeling of the warmth of the chair and the warm lotion being rubbed on my legs. He had a large hand-held vibrator with two heads on it in the shape of a "Y" that he pressed against the large muscles in my thighs; with the two vibrating heads they seemed to be almost "stroking" them. The only thing that prevented me from totally relaxing was that the towel kept coming loose a little above my breasts. I had to keep adjusting it so it wouldn't come apart. He passed me a clip so that the towel would stay together better. I felt him lean forward to take my hand, and then he was massaging my upper arms and shoulders. After several minutes, he was touching my legs again.
