Before I met my husband Mike, I worked as a certified massage therapist. Needless to say, this line of work involves a connection that begins with physical touch and can develop beyond that. Certainly, working at a mainstream spa location, any kind of "funny business" is a faux-pas. Further, it is illegal. That is not to say it does not happen. Of course, men of all ages ask.
And perhaps my exotic look and curves played a part in being propositioned somewhat often. My parents are from Iran, providing me an olive complexion and dark features, and I have had classic curves since I was young. Large breasts (DD cup), a thick ass and legs, and an athletic build that started with participation in tennis and field hockey through high school and continued into my early adult years through yoga and jogging.
There were only rare instances of actually taking men up on their request to provide a happy ending. It only occurred in one of two scenarios: I was attracted to the man that asked, meaning that physical connection had developed into an erotic one. In these instances, I allowed the man to touch my body, including once or twice bringing me to climax. Or a time or two because the financial incentive offered was too good to pass up, in which case you just kind of close your eyes and do the work very mechanically.
Shortly after meeting Mike, I gave up the massage job. I was in my mid-20s and we were married in a bit of a whirlwind. Mike was extremely ambitious and hard-working, likely a result of his military upbringing. At first, he worked for a large corporation in the IT field. He made a decent living and we were comfortable financially. However, two challenges came into our young marriage.
First, Mike and I struggled to get pregnant. There had been several months of effort, followed by doctor visits, etc. However, it was just not happening, and I began to feel some resentment from Mike. It is possible I imagined it, since I was feeling vulnerable. After all, I had quit my job for this very purpose. What was I bringing to this marriage at this point?
Second, Mike left the corporation and started his own IT start-up. The company immediately took off, which was great for our financial present and future. In fact, we bought a beautiful new home in a gated community, right off the 18th green of a stunning golf course. However, this also meant Mike was spending an awful lot of time out-of-town. As a result, I was interested in pursuing new ways to spend my time.
I decided to pick up my massage practice again, and with Mike's support, I set up part of our finished basement into my private studio. The basement also included Mike's man-cave, a bedroom and bathroom, and storage space. I picked up a couple clients from the neighborhood, most of them older women and was really only working a couple hours a week. In addition, I decided to pursue learning the game of golf. I figured we lived right on this beautiful course and I was always looking for new ways to stay active.
Enter: my father-in-law, Rich. Rich had been a successful military officer and had turned his first career into success in the business world. Really, it seemed like he just traveled and played golf with the rich and powerful. But somehow with his charm and former connections, he had made a comfortable life for he and his family. Rich was a frequent golfer. He and Mike's Mom, Diane, lived just twenty miles from our new place. The course we resided on was relatively new, and Rich had never played it, which he mentioned every time we were together. This didn't equate to anything since Mike traveled so often, but I knew this was an "in" I had with Rich to ask him to teach me the game.
Admittedly although I was anxious to learn the game, I was a little reluctant to ask for Rich's help. I had a bit of a crush on him. Mike took after his Mom's half of the family. He had light hair, was relatively short and stout (and he only was getting further out-of-shape with his frequent business travel and diet). Falling out of shape also seemed to have an impact on Mike's sexual stamina, so that when he was in town it was wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Rich was tall and in incredible shape. He maintained his military fitness regimen into his 60s. He had salt and pepper hair and dark eyes. As I mentioned, he was also charming and witty. He was basically any girl's daddy fantasy. I had never spent any real time alone with him, and I knew if I asked him to teach me that we would be spending a lot of time together. I did not mention my crush or reluctance to Mike, but he was insistent that I ask his Dad for lessons.
Rich leapt at the chance to play golf regularly at our course, and he did not seem like teaching me the game was an annoyance. Mike surprised me with clubs and a nice golf bag. I also went wild on golf outfits. When I was trying them on, I loved the way the outfits fit my body. For one, women's golf apparel tends to be white and this looked amazing on my dark complexion. Second, the outfits tended to be short and tight, which accentuated my curves.
This became even clearer as Rich and I began our golf outings. Half the time I was addressing the ball, I had to clear my throat to get Rich's attention to any tips he had for me and away from my cleavage. Any time I was walking ahead of him, I could feel his eyes burning into my legs and ass. There were even some times that as he re-positioned my grip or stance, I could feel that he was hard. Frankly, I liked the attention. My husband was away often, we were physically intimate less than at any time prior in our relationship, when we were together we were emotionally distant, and this beautiful older man seemed to approve of all my womanly attributes. It was a huge turn-on. I told myself I needed to be careful with how much I allowed it to turn me on. But I was not prepared for the abrupt escalation.
Several weeks into our regular golf outings, we were on the 18th fairway of the course. We were readying our approach shots for the green, with Mike and my house adjacent. After addressing his ball, Rich swung and immediately grabbed at his lower back. I asked him if he was okay.
"Unfortunately, I don't think so Amy," Rich replied, grimacing.
I asked him if he had hurt his back before. He said he had, but usually it just stiffened up and he loosened it out with a massage.
"Well, I'd be happy to work on it at my table. Let's pick up our balls, and get you downstairs," I said without really thinking this through.
Rich accepted, and we headed towards the back of our home. As we were slowly approaching the rear entrance to the lower level, I was worrying about this. To be honest, I'd never massaged any family members and as I mentioned previously, I know full-well the connection one can feel with the physical touch of massage. In addition, this was a man that I had a deep emotional connection with and even had a crush on. Not to mention, he had been lusting over me for weeks. I just wasn't trusting myself. Based on the look on Rich's face, I thought he may be having second thoughts, as well. But here we were.
We entered the basement and the cool air from the A/C immediately hit us. As if there were not enough things to be worried about, my nipples hardened immediately. We entered my studio and Rich asked if he should shower beforehand. Nervous, I told him not to (even though this likely would have helped relax his back) as I would be washing the sheets on the table after he left.
"Should I get undressed?" Rich asked.
"Yes, whatever makes you comfortable. But at least take your shirt off," he immediately started to do so and I glanced at his muscular chest and physique. "I will step out for a second, just lay down and place this towel over your bottom half."
"Sounds good," Rich said as I stepped out of the studio, closing the doors behind me. We made eye contact with each other and smiled. I walked through the basement bedroom into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face and then washed my hands. I was more turned on than I had ever been prior to a massage, and again, I was worried.
I knocked on the door again and Rich told me I could enter. When I did he was lying face down with the towel over his lower half as he had been directed. I began to work his back.
I immediately felt how muscular this man was. His muscular definition was like nothing I had ever encountered. I was even more turned on but was focused on keeping this as professional and process-focused as possible. It was difficult as he would quietly make groans of pleasure. It is good to know, both professionally and sexually, when you are giving someone pleasure and I was not clear on which way Rich was responding.
That said, it did end up being a fairly conventional, quick back massage. After about 20 minutes, I had worked his back pretty well and he informed he was feeling better already. I told him I was going to grab him some ibuprofen and left the room.
I did not need to go all the way upstairs, but perhaps he thought I did. After grabbing a couple tablets from the basement bathroom, I returned to the studio and entered without knocking. Rich had just stood up from the table and the towel that had covered his bottom half had fallen to the floor. Rich was naked as the day he was born, and there was one LARGE issue that I had trouble keeping my eyes from.
