My pretty wife Lee was gone for 10 Days to Florida. She bowls every year in the National women's tournament, and this year the trip all the way from Oregon was too much for me to go with her.
So I chose to stay behind.
For those of you who haven't read my stories, I am 58, on a good day I can pass for younger. I am just over 6', and a rock solid 220 pounds, with just the beginnings of the middle-aged spread. I work as a Massage Therapist, and teach classes at a local college.
During the time Lee was gone, I busied myself around the house, since my home practice was slow.
I had a whole week of boring classes, these are the ones where we work with textbooks, and do the testing. I was sitting in my office after class one evening, when there was a soft knock on the door. It was Alice, one of my students. She had been doing what I could best describe as poorly, and since she was just a few weeks away from taking her certification tests, I was a little worried. I was having doubts that she would pass.
Alice had never attended any of my more risqué classes, in these we deal with errors in draping and touch that can get one in difficulty quickly with the wrong client. In this class, there are many moments of nudity, demonstrations of proper and improper touch, and long discussions of the issues of sexuality that often seem to crop up. With some clients, it is possible to cross that certain line accidentally, and end up with one's name in the papers.
With others, there are no boundaries, this takes skill to be able to read the client and "know" where the limits are.
Alice had none of those skills. She seemed conservative, even during the hands on classes, she always wore loose baggy clothing, her hair pulled into a tight bun. It was almost like she went to great lengths to make herself unattractive.
She asked to speak to me, and stammered something about knowing she was going to fail the class. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, and she went on about how she was nervous and frightened, and how her parents were very strict with her.
I mentioned that her test scores were enough to pass, but that she was still very weak in her hands on skills, when she blurted out "Will you teach me?"
I thought that was what I had been trying to do, and told her so. She said the problem was all of the other students there, she just couldn't relax and concentrate. She thought that in a private setting with just the two of us, perhaps she could "relax" and do a better job.
I give private lessons, so I said sure, still not completely up on what she had in mind.
Alice came by my home office that evening, baggy clothes, hair pulled back in a bun.
Since I was to be the model, I stepped into my office while she washed up. I stripped nude and hopped on the table, with just a medium towel over my fanny. Alice came in, got some oil, and started on my feet. In short order, she finished my feet and calves, and started to move to my back. Just like in class, she would not go above the knees. I told her she needed to work my thighs, so she tentatively began to work them. Her hands were surprisingly nice, she flowed the muscle groups nicely, as I explained the names of each group, and the directions her hands should go.
But she never got even close to the towel. So I told her to lay the drape aside, baring one cheek, and work on the glutes. She did as instructed, then stepped to the other side and repeated the motions. Once her fingers even dipped slightly into the cleft between my cheeks, then she was working up my sides. I could sense her gaining confidence, and I was feeling the beginnings of an erection! I tried to keep myself under control, unsure of her reaction. This was always the problem in class, the younger male students would almost always become aroused, and she would just blush and stop.
