I haven't been feeling well for over three months. My body aches all over, some days worse than others. I went to a doctor and, after a battery of expensive tests which showed that I did not have Lyme Disease or Rheumatoid Arthritis, he diagnosed me with fibromyalgia and prescribed several medications including pain-killers, muscle relaxants and sleeping pills. When these didn't seem to improve my mystery pain, he added steroids. I was a zombie for a couple of weeks and not much better, although the drugs did seem to mask the pain for a while. As I weaned myself off the drugs, I spent a few days of awful withdrawal. When that ended, I still hurt but instead of all over, it seemed to localize in my shoulders and my hands, which seemed to be perpetually asleep. I was mighty unhappy and I returned to the doctor. He suggested I go to a specialist so I called for an appointment and the earliest one was over a month away. Talk about disgusted!
When the specialist informed me of his fees, I began to consider whether or not I could live with the pain. Considering that I was broke and nearly destitute with little work coming in, it was a major decision. I contacted some of my old girlfriends who practiced holistic medicine and one, Laura, said she would give me a few acupuncture treatments for free. I took her up on it and while the treatments felt great, they only lasted a few days and then I was back feeling old and decrepit again.
I decided to see if the chiropractor whose home office was down the block could help me. When I saw his rates, I nearly flipped as they were higher than the specialist. As you can imagine, I was really down by now. And then good luck stepped in. Later that day, I was walking my dog when I passed a quaint little house with a small sign, "Trina Smathers. Chiropractor and Masseuse". I walked in to learn more. She was with a patient so my dog and I waited a while until she could consult with me.
When her appointment ended, she came out to meet me. I was struck by her immediately. She was tallish, lanky but strong, early to mid forties and with a very pleasant personality. I told her my tale of woe and she informed me that she could squeeze me in at the end of her day and that her fee was between forty and fifty-five dollars, depending upon what she did. Now, this I could afford. I made the appointment and set out to do some errands.
When I returned, she ushered me into her office. Over the next forty-five minutes, she adjusted me in different ways and when she was finished, I felt considerably better than when I walked in. My hand still felt weird but my shoulders were much improved. She asked if I wanted another appointment as there were still areas she wanted to work on and, of course, I agreed. I noticed that as she leaned over her desk, her pretty breasts were open to my view under her cotton v-necked shirt. They weren't particularly large but they were nice round handfuls. Her small half-cupped bra revealed the tops of her brown nipples. I took that memory with me as I left her office.
Over the next few weeks, I continued with my appointments. I even cancelled the specialist because I was starting to feel stronger and less uncomfortable I was even sleeping longer periods through the night. Trina and I became more comfortable with each other as we discussed our lives, our families and our pleasures during my visits. We shared musical tastes and I burned cds for her. I learned that her youngest child was a college freshman. I also learned that, like me, she was divorced for eight years. And, like me, she was often lonely, partially due to being an empty nester. I offered to take her to dinner several times and finally she agreed. We had a lovely time together and maintained a professional relationship, although I'm sure she could feel my desire for her growing and sometimes I even considered that she might have reciprocal feelings. Still, I let that part slide and didn't want to ruin our nice relationship.
Today, as usual, I was her last patient. I arrived in my shorts and t-shirt and slipped of the shirt as I entered the treatment room. I was surprised to see her leaning over adjusting the table. She was wearing cotton drawstring pants and I could make out the thong line beneath the thin pants. As I went to lie down, she asked me to do something I hadn't done before, she asked me to remove my shorts but to leave on my underwear.
"I want to work your sacrum today, so off with the shorts, Rick."
"Um...er...well, Trina, I'm not wearing shorts. I'm commando."
"It really doesn't matter to me, if you're okay with it. Actually it might be better because I was considering giving you a massage today, too. We'll just drape this towel over you."
"It's okay. I don't need the towel."
I dropped my shorts and turned around to lie on my stomach. She took a look at my cock hanging on my thigh and patted the table, draping the towel over my ass..
Throughout the manipulation, we chatted idly and I felt no discomfort as her hands worked me over. With my head resting in the hole on the table, I knew she was getting an eyeful each time she pulled my legs back.
"Ok, time to turn over. I want to adjust your shoulders now."
I turned over and as the towel fell to the floor, my semi-erect cock popped straight up.
"I apologize for my dick, Trina, it seems to be doing the thinking for me!"
