I have wanted to own my own business ever since high school when I worked for grouchy old Mr. Brown in his hardware store. I was restocking shelves, arranging stock in the back store room and sweeping up. Not hard work but it seemed that no matter what I did it was never good enough for Mr. Brown. He got to call all the shots and I did the grunt work. So I decided that I wanted to own the business and do everything the way I wanted. Maybe even hire some kid to do the things I didn't want to do. And I would post a sign in front saying JAMES CLARK AND COMPANY.
After a couple of false starts with door to door sales and lawn mowing I came to realize that running a successful business is easier said than done. I was not about to give up. I just had to find the right type of business. Something that people need or want but that is not too over crowded with competitors to be profitable. This would require some creativity.
I spent all my spare time searching for ideas in business listings, advertisements, news, and everywhere else I could find ideas. Each time I found a possible idea I would check it out on the internet looking for how big the market would be; what experience, equipment, and supplies are needed; how to attract customers; how much money it would take to get started; and anything else about that type of business that I could think of.
For awhile I was really excited about the idea of being a financial advisor until I checked with some in that business and found out that many are employees of banks or brokers and the rest who are independent are mostly just scraping by.
It was late one evening that I was discussing my ideas with my sister, Christie. Christie and I have always been close and able to discuss everything. She is twenty two, just two years older than me. We were best friends in childhood and still are. Christie is an artist, very smart and very creative. I explained that I was looking for something people want or need about which I could build a business.
She, being a few beers into the evening, started making goofy suggestions. Paint cartoons on garage doors, hot air balloon roof inspections, nude modeling, and so on. Then she got quiet for a moment and said, "I think I may know of something people want which is not being provided."
Christie went on to explain that she and many of her friends had trouble having orgasms when they were with their boyfriends. She said they enjoy sex but just can't seem to get to orgasm. Some of her friends have never had one.
"Okay, I feel for all those frustrated women but how does that affect my problem?"
"You are a good looking guy. You could learn how to bring women to orgasm and help private clients. I know several women who would love it. Of course you would never talk about your clients."
"I'm not a sex therapist. That takes years of study and a ton of student debt."
"You don't have to be a licensed professional to bring a woman off. Most boyfriends are trying to do that. They just aren't good at it. You just need to learn how to do it right and women will be busting down your door."
The next day, when the beers had worn off, I got to thinking about her suggestion. It seemed goofy at first but on examination it seemed to fit my criteria. According to Christie it is something a large number of people want, it would not require a lot of cash to get started, and, again according to Christie, there are not too many skilled competitors.
I have had sex with girlfriends but now I started to research how to do it so they got off. My research was not pron. That is just actors. I was reading everything I could find on case studies of female orgasm. There is plenty written about this and most of it so clinical and dry that is hard to imagine they are talking about one of the most enjoyable things in life. After many hours I had found a few good tips, several conflicting ideas, and a lot of stuff I just couldn't understand.
So I decided that the best way to find out what gets a woman going would be to ask one. Christie and I have always been able to talk about anything so I went over to Christie's and asked her to explain what brings her to orgasm. "I don't really know," she said, "That is part of the problem. Sometimes I am in the mood with the right guy and sometimes I am not."
"What about by yourself?"
"Sometimes it works and sometimes not. It always feels good but sometimes I just can't cum."
How the heck was I supposed to learn this when women themselves don't understand it? I thought I was at another dead end. Then I had an idea. "Christie, perhaps if we experimented we could both learn. This may sound weird, but how about me doing things with you and you telling how they feel."
"We could try that, but no fucking. Everything else is okay but I will not fuck my brother."
With ideas from what I had read and Christie's suggestions we set up the room. We placed a blanket on the carpet, lit some scented candles, and put on some soft music.
"I guess I should get naked," she said.
"Yes, do you want me to be naked too?'
"No, nice as it would be to see you naked it is less threatening with you in clothes."
She stripped off her clothes and stood looking at me. I normally don't think of my sister sexually but here was a beautiful woman. Long blond hair, a cute face, perky round boobs, narrow waist, shaved pussy, and long legs. Wow!
"Let's start with a sensual massage with you laying on your stomach." I directed.
I put some oil on my hands and warmed it by rubbing them together. Then I started massaging her shoulders and neck. Her skin felt silky smooth and warm with the oil.
