Covid Resurrection
Tragedies sometimes become unexpected opportunities.
Nobody expected the pandemic when it came crashing into our lives. Despite taking every precaution, my wife contracted the virus in March of 2020. 'I will spare you the gory details of her struggle since we are all familiar with how gruesome they can be. Two months later she was dead. I still don't know how I escaped getting it.
It's now a year later. After the funeral and legal details were finished I became a hermit, only leaving the house for vital necessities and to get fully vaccinated. I've become surprisingly accomplished at using a computer to get things done; I've even become adept at using a smart phone.
Last night I was on a community forum with my laptop looking for someone to do some work in my yard. After locating a landscaping service I happened to see a post for someone who gave massages. My late wife and I loved giving each other a massage and even bought a professional table and turned our den into a spa of sorts. I sent a response with my phone number and said I was interested.
The next day I received a call from a woman with a very pleasant voice that asked me if I was interested in a massage. I said I was but only if it could be done in my home. She said she could bring her portable table. I told her I had my own professional table. She then asked me if I had been fully vaccinated. I told her I had been. She then said she could come to my home to evaluate our compatibility. I gave her my address and told her I would be home all day. She said it would be around two and that she looked forward to meeting me.
The door chime rang a little after two and I walked to the door and opened it.
I hadn't formed any preconception about what she would look like and it was just as well because it would have been obliterated instantly. Tall, blonde and beautiful, she appeared to be in her mid twenties with a smile that could melt lead. I immediately went into my deer in the headlights pose.
"Hello, I'm Tiffany Scot and I'm here to talk about giving you a massage."
"I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten my manners, and I'm Jeffery Rawlings. Please come in."
I held the door while she walked through and into the hall that led to the main living room. I had a chance to scan her from behind while I followed her. She wore skin tight silver leggings that provided a perfect showcase for her incredible, slightly jiggling ass.
She stopped in the living room and sat down on the sofa. I sat in a chair across from her.
"I've been by this place a couple of times but I had no idea it was somebody's home. I thought it was a private club or a museum of some type. You actually live here?"
"Yes, this is my home. Would you like a tour before we get started?"
"Yes I'd love to see it"
"My father owned most of the land around here and saw a home in Europe and decided to build a similar house here. He was very wealthy and he wanted a place that he, my mother and I could live in style. The house is three stories with six bedroom suites on the first and second stories. The third story is for an office, three game rooms for billiards, cards and an exercise room as well as three bathrooms'. I use the third story for reading and just observing the land around here. It has a large balcony that is a great spot to just relax."
It took half an hour to show her the house and she was very impressed.
"You have a lovely home Jeffery, your wife takes excellent care of it."
"My mother died three years ago from a stroke. My father died 8 weeks later from a heart attack. That was when my wife and I sold our house and moved in here.
"She died of Covid last year. I've tried to uphold her high standards."
"I'm very sorry about your, loss. I may be able to help you deal with that a little better."
"If you could, I would be very grateful."
"Let's leave that for later, you said you had a massage table, could I take a look at it?"
"Certainly." I stood and led her to a room at the back of the house. "This was originally a study but we transformed it into a mini spa for massage."
"This is perfect! I have enough time to give you a massage now if you want one."
"I don't have any plans for the rest of the day. Let's get started."
"Jeff, Strip down to your shorts while I go to my car and get some things."
When she returned I had the table ready with clean sheets and relaxing music softly playing.
"Wow Jeff, you really do know what you're doing. Lie down on your tummy."
As soon as I was on the table she took over.
She used heavenly scented oil on her hands and began rubbing my neck. I could tell her hands were exploring for the spots that harbored my tension and when she found one she began to dissolve the tightness and the pain. She seemed to know intuitively how to rub each spot the way it needed to be done instead of applying the same technique to each area. In just a few minutes I was feeling more relaxed than I had since my wife died.
"That's good Jeff, let it go. Try to stop thinking and just feel what I'm doing. Watch your breathing, it should slow down as you get more relaxed."
It was not difficult to follow her directions as her warm hands traversed my body. When she reached my feet my breathing was slower and deeper. What she did to my feet was incredible; it almost put me to sleep. She told me to turn over and she slowly moved up from my feet returning to my shoulders.
"OK Jeff, we are finished."
"That was the best massage I have ever had, thank you Tiffany."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You still have issues that need to be worked on; I think you should let me come once a week for a while."
"I agree, what day is good for you?"
"I have Thursday at two available."
"That's good for me too Tiffany."
She told me to drink water and take a warm shower then just take it easy for the rest of the day. I walked her to the front door still in my shorts and took two hundred dollars from my wallet and handed it o her.
