I'm a 6'4" 185# blue-eyed good looking blond with big, strong hands. If she's sore, tired (emotionally as well as physiy) and just need to be pampered, contact me tonight. It might go something like this...

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He answered the door in a polo shirt and loose-fitting shorts. 6’4” tall, lean and blonde, my anxiety level dropped a notch. My husband was visibly relieved as well. We’ve all heard these stories…

“Please come in.” “Thanks. We’ve um, never done anything like this before!” “That’s fine. Trust me, I hear that all the time!”

We all smiled. Chris led us to a room outfitted with the normal massage gear. Massage table, candles, soft generic instrumental music. He pulled down the top sheet and turned to me.

“Take a minute and undress as much as you’re comfortable with. Call me when you’re on your stomach and covered up. Your husband can stay here or wait outside.” John took a seat and I disrobed and climbed under the sheets, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“So,” Chris said while getting out some massage oil. “Where does it hurt? Shoulders? Lower back? Joints?”

“D, all of the above,” I said playfully. Chris laughed lightly. “Okay, we’ll just start at the top and work our way down.”

He stood at my left side and applied a handful of warm oil to my shoulders, slowly spreading it. He worked the oil into my parched skin, the heat penetrating deep into my muscles. I could literally feel my body relaxing under his wonderful touch. Or most of it. John watched me intently, noting how much I was enjoying this wonderful gift.

“Please tell me how you like it,” Chris said quietly. “We’re still talking about massages, right?” I quipped, almost before I realized it. Chris paused for a moment, taking in what I’d just said. Then he smiled and chuckled softly.

“Yes dear, we are. But I like the way you think…” He cleaned off his hands and stood directly in front of me. Embarrassed by the view, I put my head back down into the horseshoe pad. This time he brushed his fingertips along the part in my scalp, following the natural wave of my hair. His fingers softly made their way down my scalp until his palms hit the top of my head. I moaned my approval of his technique. After a few minutes he climbed onto the table and straddled my thighs. I was a little taken aback when he pulled down the sheet I’d draped over my panties, but then he applied more oil and leaned heavily into my lower back with his palms. John was breathing heavily in the corner, but said nothing. “UH!” I exclaimed as the pressure forced all the air out of my lungs. Slowly, agonizingly, he applied the same pressure up and down my spine. I released the tension in my body, letting it ooze out of me. The effects of the warm oil, the pressure on my sore muscles was magical.

His hands worked lower again, down past my waistline.

“The buttocks are the largest muscles in our bodies, but hardly anyone really appreciates how important they are in setting your internal tension level.” He worked on them for a few moments and then he moved down onto my thighs and calves. Once the calves were loosened up he ventured north again.

His hands! His hands! They were magnificent, bringing pleasure and sensation to my body I hadn’t felt in years. I hoped John was taking notes! As he rhythmiy massaged my thighs closer and closer to my butt, I couldn’t help but gasp and let my thighs fall open just a little more. Much to my dismay he noticed and stopped.

“If I’m making you uncomfortable I can work on another area.” I looked at John, and he smiled and gave an almost imperceptible nod that he was completely okay with this. “No, no. It’s ok. Um, please continue,” I whispered. I was beet red from embarrassment, but the heat in my body was driving me wild…

I won’t soon forget the next half hour. While he remained a complete gentleman, I was almost hoping…

All too soon my time was up. As I paid him, I thanked him for an exquisite experience. He thanked me back and asked if I wanted to make another appointment.

Did I want to?

Yes.

HELL YES…
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