MASSAGE THERAPY
I had never had a massage, or at least a professional one. A thirty-two year old wife and mother of two and I had never had anyone other than my husband even touch my body.
My name is April Pratt; and yes I am the proverbial middle aged wife. I am fortunate that my husband makes enough as a city employee that I was able to stay home and raise our two children. Now at five and seven; with both in school, mom had gotten the idea to get back into shape.
We converted part of our basement to a makeshift gym. Equipped with the weight bench and elliptical my husband Ben loved; and the cardio treadmill and Nordic track I favored; it worked pretty well.
Then the stupidest thing happened. I was getting in a morning workout on the treadmill; when I stepped on my own shoelace. Believe me; I know how dumb it sounds. I have news, when the feet stop moving, but the treadmill doesn't, it makes for a tangled fall that leaves you banged and bruised.
I was told that I didn't fracture anything at the emergency room; but that I had bruised my hip and pulled a ligament in one knee. They told me that other than time there wasn't much to do for my injuries. Ben and I were just relieved nothing had been broken.
To say I was sore was an understatement. I would wake in the morning and hobble around the house, trying to work the kinks out. It was actually Ben who came up with a proposed solution.
He apparently read up on the internet, and yes my generation lives on the internet; that massage therapy could relieve the stiffness and pain until my muscles and bruises healed.
Not one to take many medications, I reluctantly agreed. But, I wasn't thrilled with just any stranger mauling my body. That was when Ben mentioned my little brother Rick.
I don't know if you can call a six foot two thirty year old man your little brother; but he was. He was also a nurse, which is what had given Ben the idea.
Apparently, my sweet husband had talked to Rick and they had made arrangements for Rick to give me a twice weekly massage; to see if it would help things.
Did it help? Oh yeah; in ways my poor husband never imagined.
The first time Rick came over with a portable massage table, he worked on my knee and lower legs. By the time he left I had to admit I felt almost like a new woman. God, I could walk again and not cringe every time my right knee bent.
By the third session, I was getting over my nervousness about having my brother laying his hands on me. It was then that things started taking the twist I don't think Ben, myself, or even Rick had forseen.
Ben had mentioned to Rick, that while my knee seemed to do well, that my hip was still bothering me. He was right; but I didn't mention it to Rick.
I've never been the most assertive person in the world; even though my husband was constantly telling me I was beautiful and sexy; I've never really felt that way. What do I look like?
I am about five feet nine inches, and probably weight in around a hundred and twenty pounds. To be honest I don't like scales so I was never too accurate on my weight. For those of you curious I measure a 36C so I am not a Dolly Parton; but I'm not exactly under endowed either.
Anyway; it was during the third session that Rick mentioned about my hip. I reluctantly admitted that it still bothered me. He suggested we work on it a bit, and without realizing the implications, I readily agreed. If he could accomplish the same results as he had with my leg, I was all for it.
It was when he set the small white towel across my buttocks, and told me to remove my panties; that I realized what all was entailed. I mean, it did make sense he couldn't properly massage my hip with my panties on; but the idea of basically being nude in front of him set my nerves on edge.
I reluctantly slipped my panties down and off, making sure the towel stayed in place, then tried to relax on the table. Rick started out working on my shoulders and back, slowly working downward. By the time he reached my waist, I was about as mellow as I could get.
I faintly recall him lifting the small towel away, but by then I was so relaxed from the massage, the scent of the oils, and whatever candles he had burning; I never really paid any attention.
Since I was face down, I couldn't see what he was doing; but I definitely felt when his strong hands started working on my thighs. As he kneaded the pliant flesh, he gently separated my thighs, and when I felt those fingers side along the inside of my thighs, I could barely hold back the moan.
Ben and I have been married for not quite ten years; and as I said I have never been the most adventurous type, even in the bedroom. The fact Ben wasn't either had fit me perfectly. For us, a good sex session was in the dark in our bedroom, quietly, while the kids slept down the hall. Once in a while we would do a little oral to spice things up, but that was the extent of it.
Something strange was happening to my body, and it felt like all my control was slipping away. My brain was screaming how wrong it was, while Rick's fingers slowly slid in and out between my thighs.
My eyes slowly opened as Rick worked my flesh, lying on my side I found myself staring right at his waist as he leaned over the side of the table.
Not exactly his waist, more right at the large bulge in his white slacks. It looked HUGE to my hazed eyes; and I just lay there staring at it. Without even realizing what my body was doing, I shifted my legs slightly apart, inviting his hands in further.
When I felt his thumbs glide right next to my now swollen lips, I swore to God I saw that thing twitch and grow.
"Turn over" I heard him tell me.
Silently I rolled over onto my back, knowing that I was now totally exposed to my brothers' eyes. I watched that monster grow even bigger as I knew he was looking down at me. I have to tell you, it does fantastic things to a woman's ego knowing she is making a man raging hard for her.
My breathing was more labored as Rick worked my sore hip. I could feel the heels of his hands pressing just off to the side of my mound, and I could feel the growing wetness as it leaked out of me.
One hand was still massaging my hip, while the other slowly slid over my belly. I sighed in contentment. I wanted to reach out and grab that throbbing thing; but I was so afraid.
When I felt both of his hands gently massage along my belly, and just up to my ribs; I closed my eyes.
"Higher" I whispered.
I felt his oil slick hands slide up; to just under my jutting breasts. So close, my body screamed; while my mind raged at what I was doing.
"Higher" I whispered again.
"April" I heard Ricks voice above me.
"Please" I almost whimpered.
Then, I felt those powerful hands cupping my aching breasts, holding one in each hand.
"Oh God" I moaned.
My eyes fluttered open and I watched as my brothers hands kneaded and molded my breasts to his grip. Each time her squeezed them, my diamond hard nipples stood proud.
