Early April
Susan headed out of town and I filled in as a substitute teacher for the two massage classes.
Susan texted me a second picture of herself topless, this time bending over so her tits dangled; her nipples hard. It was mouth watering.
I had asked Susan how many students were in the class.
She said it was a small class of four, three males and one female.
The sessions were for three hours.
However, Susan gave the students the alternative of staying on the original course schedule or, if the students preferred, they could take leave the weeks Susan was out of town and continue with her when she back.
Only the female student opted to join me.
I wasn't sure how this was going to work but Susan had faith in me and said you'll figure it out.
The salon where Susan rented space closed at 6pm on Tuesday nights and that is where I was going to teach the student.
I arrived at 5:45pm so the salon owner, Kathy, could tell me about closing the place down, turning off the A/C, locking everything up, turning out the lights and setting the alarm before I left.
Kathy was quite attractive but appeared very married with a rather large rock on her finger, but I asked her if I could come in sometime soon and have her teach me the best techniques for washing my girlfriend's hair.
She thought that the intention was very sweet and agreed to teach me the next night at 6.
(When I returned for this special lesson that next night in the proper washing and conditioning of female hair, it occurred to me that Kathy might be open to all expenses paid trip to Las Vegas to do some market research for an idea I had. That's another story).
About ten minutes after Kathy left, a harried, short, very good looking blonde walked in, talking from the moment she hit the front door, apologizing to me for being late.
Her ex, it seems, was stuck in traffic, it was his night to be with the kids, and she had to be home at 9:30 because that's when he was dropping off the children.
Her name was Lisa, and she lived nearby.
Divorced, she was looking for a flexible schedule career she could have while her kids were in school to supplement her alimony and child support.
She was wearing a tee shirt and shorts, with a nice tan.
Lisa had a shapely figure.
She was tiny, maybe 5"4" with shoulder length dirty blonde hair.
She spoke nonstop for a few minutes, clearly overwhelmed with everything going on in her life.
I took all this in and said, relax; it's just the two of us here tonight.
Now, knowing what kind of person Susan was, extremely task oriented, and not big on the people pleasing side of things, I had changed the climate for the sessions I was going to run.
I brought in a couple of choices of wine and beer for my student to chill her out a bit.
I poured Lisa a glass of cold Chardonnay and asked her to sit and relax while I did a couple of quick admin things, like lock the front door and turn out the lights in the front of the salon, the part closest to the front door.
I approached Lisa, and said, how are you now, are you a bit more composed?
She nodded, having already consumed the glass.
Lisa complimented me on my selection of wine, and lifted it to me and asked could I refill it, please.
I refilled the glass, and sat in a chair next to her, and asked about her progress so far in the course, and did she have any questions before we got started.
Lisa said that she enjoyed learning the techniques and so forth, but really wanted to practice on an adult, not the three young boys who were her fellow students.
Not only were these young men always trying to get their hands on her, they wanted her hands on them.
When she finished her second glass of wine, she confessed that Susan's towels were never big enough to cover her body when she was the one being practiced on, and that made things even more uncomfortable for her.
If it's just going to be the two of us, I know that you will handle the situation professionally. You look like someone I can trust.
I was thinking I would earn her trust and I would love to handle her.
Every square inch of her flesh.
So, I said, are you okay with the towels that Susan left us?
(I had given Lisa money for larger towels but she didn't have any of them in this location. Now I understood why).
Lisa replied smiling that yes that would be fine.
Funny what two glasses of wine will do to a person.
Alcohol knocks down lots of barriers.
Quickly.
I wonder what would happen after three glasses.
I found out.
So, I said, here's what we are going to do. I will be your practice client first, and you can work on the parts of my body that you feel you need more time to learn.
I can critique you as we go along, so you can get feedback as you are doing it.
Then, I can teach you the lesson Susan has prepared for tonight by working on you, and then you can practice on me.
Does that sound okay?
Lisa said, yes, that will work for me.
While she refilled her glass, I went into Susan's massage studio, closed the door and got undressed, meaning got naked and laid face down on the table, my head in the cradle and pulled a towel over my ass.
The towel wasn't big enough, but I thought, what the hell, Lisa's seen a naked man's ass before, plenty of times.
Lisa knocked on the door, called out are you decent and when she heard me say yes, she entered the room and closed the door behind her.
She was carrying her glass of wine, which she set down near the massage oils and lotions.
I know she looked down on the part of my ass that was exposed, because she said, are you okay?
I looked over my shoulder at her and said I am good to go if you are; I don't need another towel if you don't.
She smiled and laughed and said it looks pretty good to me.
Lisa pulled her hair back into a ponytail and then put her both hands on my calves, which are well muscled because of my exercise routine.
I could hear her smile when she said; I wonder if any of my clients will look like you when I do this for money?
She was looking up my legs at my ass, and I was wondering if my balls were visible to her.
I replied, of course, I'll be a regular client of yours, but first you have to get through the class so let's get you started where you think you need to improve your technique.
She took another gulp of wine and said, I have trouble with the shoulders and neck.
So, she kicked off her sandals, grabbed some oil, warmed it up in her hands and proceeded to start in on my neck and shoulders.
It felt good, and I told her so.
That she had nice, strong hands, an asset.
But after a few minutes I said you need to slow down and work on one part of the body at a time, making sure you address the issues you find before moving on.
Lisa said okay, she worked on my neck for a few minutes, and then moved to my left shoulder and then my right.
She asked me how I was doing and I said better, but let me demonstrate to you what I mean when I tell you about finishing one area before moving to another.
If it's okay with you, let's switch so I can work on your neck and shoulders.
She said okay, and then I got off the table, holding the small towel in front of me, while Lisa took my place.
I couldn't hold the towel in front of me while I massaged her, so I told her I was setting the towel aside so I could use both hands.
She laughed I don't care what you're not wearing.
