This is another letter from Catherine to her husband Michael. Catherine is a beautiful 46 year old woman who is in excellent shape. Her husband loves when she writes stories to him about any exciting adventures she has or remembers. She uses the descriptions he likes her to use when describing herself.
RELIEVING PAIN AND ADDING PLEASURE
Hi Honey,
I sure had an exciting day today. I can't wait to tell you about it and for you to read this when we are together tonight.
I was at my friend Jeanie's house. We were talking and she noticed I was limping a little bit. She asked what was wrong. I mentioned how I had pulled my groin muscle running and how much it hurt and that it caused my sciatic nerve to hurt again now too.
As we were chatting, her husband John came in the house and greeted us. Jeanie introduced me saying, "Catherine this is my husband John." And then to him she said, "John, this is my friend Catherine. We exchanged pleasantries.
Jeanie says, "Catherine, John is a chiropractor you know." Then to John she says, "John, Catherine pulled a muscle. Could you take a look at it for her?"
He replied, "Oh sure!" I tried hard to refuse, but they simply would not hear of it.
She said, "Trust me Honey, my guy knows how to make a woman feel better!!!"
John led me to his home office which was small but very nice. We both went in and he shut the door. I hopped up on a table in the middle of the room. He said, "So, Catherine, Jeanie said you pulled a muscle, why don't you show me where it hurts?"
I said, "I pulled my groin muscle while running and now it is causing my sciatic nerve to hurt too. I had an issue with that almost twenty years ago from a difficult delivery."
He said, "Let's have a look, shall we?"
I was wearing a sundress and said, "What should I do about this?" I was looking for him to give me a gown.
John said, "It's best if you just take it off so it doesn't get wrinkled or ruined. I can hang it up for you."
I didn't really know what to do because he wasn't offering me a gown. Maybe he didn't realize that I was only wearing tiny sheer panties and no bra. I turned my back to him since he obviously wasn't leaving and pulled my sundress over my head.
I was embarrassed knowing he could see my nearly bare bottom in my tiny panties, but what could I do? I figured he'd surly have something for me to cover with when he saw my situation.
I covered my breasts with one arm and turned back around, facing him, and handed him the dress.
John just calmly took it and hung it on a hook on the back of the door. I guessed he was expecting me to remain topless and since his wife Jeanie was right outside the door, I figured it was normal.
My friend's husband was looking me over with a pleasant smile, obviously noticing my near nakedness and he seemed to be gazing at my panties. He somehow managed to not seem like a pervert, but just like he was admiring me. He said, "Go ahead and lay down on your back Catherine."
I stretched out my legs and as I lay down I was keeping one arm across my boobs. He noticed this and said, "Oh I'm so sorry Catherine, are you modest? Do you want something to cover your breasts with?"
I replied, "Well isn't that normal?"
John said, "Actually now most women don't bother, but it's up to you, I'm good either way, I can go find you something."
Well Honey, please don't be mad, but since he was helping me I didn't want to be any extra bother so I said, "I guess this is fine then." And I remained topless.
As I laid there and looked down I was a bit shocked. I was happy with how tummy looked so firm and tight, but my mound seemed to be poking way up and I noticed how well we could see right through my panties. And I mean see everything through them too.
I said, "Oh John, I am so embarrassed. I didn't expect anyone to see me and my panties are see through!"
John responded reassuringly, "Oh Catherine, please don't feel the least bit embarrassed. Actually lots of women don't even wear panties anymore. I am very used to it. You look just fine, believe me."
Well my new friend John began to touch and move my leg around asking me, "So Catherine, help me figure out exactly where it hurts. This will determine if I can get rid of the pain for you right away."
He continued, "Now do I have your permission to touch you as necessary to help you feel better? I don't want to push any boundaries."
I said, "Oh sure, go ahead. If you can make this pain go away and I can feel great again, you can do whatever it takes."
Thinking back now, I realize that may have sounded weird, but I really just meant it in a clinical way. I hoped John understood that. Plus his wife Jeanie was just in the other room so what could happen?
He began and he was not shy. As he firmly placed his hand in the crease of my thigh, he was touching the side of my pussy, actually pressing on it a lot. I was a bit surprised, but it didn't hurt me at all. I guess if I am to be totally honest, I was surprised at how exciting it felt.
Jeanie's husband held my bare leg and pulled it way out to one side, then to the other side, then way up and then way back out to the side. I could feel my pussy spreading open and getting a little wet too.
The seam of my panties slid and slipped into my slit. YIKES!!!!! I was half exposed!
I reached down and had to 'fish' the seam out of my slit and move it to the side to cover me. He kept with the moving of my leg and the seam kept sliding in. My panties were just too tiny and there wasn't enough fabric to accommodate all that movement.
After about four times of me interrupting him and pulling the seam out of my pussy slit, John said, "Would you be o.k. if I just remove these so you we don't have to keep stopping the treatment?"
I couldn't believe I said it, but I said, "Sure I guess that makes sense." He took hold of them and gently slid them down and off of my legs. As he held them, I found myself lifting up my butt so he could slide them down and then instinctively bending my knees with pulling my legs up, just like when you take them off me, so he could slide them all the way off. I was shocked thinking of the view he was getting. In seconds I realized that I was now lying there completely nude!!!
What kind of a man was this? One minute he and I have just met and we're all standing in my friend's kitchen chatting and ten minutes later I am laying stretched out on a table completely bare naked while her husband touches me and moves my legs any way he wants to.
John stood at the end of the table and a little to the side with my right leg in his hands and he was holding it straight up. He pulled my leg up nearly to my chest. I could feel my labia separate as they were stretched and spread open by the movement.
I noticed John appreciating my body as he began to massage and feel and rub the crease of my leg and more on the edge of my pussy. He looked very concerned like he was a safe cracker listening for the tumblers to drop.
He pushed deliberately on one spot right where my labia meets my thigh crease and said, "Your pulled muscle is right in here, isn't it?
I flinched as he pressed exactly on the source of the pain. I said, "Oh ouch! Yes that is right on the spot!"
John continued, "Now Catherine I will need to slip my fingers inside of you to rub the pain out. Are you O.K. with that?"
He was handsome and seemed so business like and matter of fact that I said, "O.K."
I felt John carefully ease what felt like two fingers of his right hand into my vagina. It didn't hurt a bit and I realized I must have had enough natural lubrication from all the moving and excitement to allow them to glide right in.
He pressed way over to the side with them. He began to sort of pinch and rub the inside of my vagina against my leg. I have never had anyone ever do that and it was the most amazing feeling!
And the pain actually began to go away! The fact that it was working made me relax about this being so highly unusual.
John goes on, "Now Catherine, if you are willing to bear with me, I think I can get you pain free. This is a new technique and I know it must seem strange. It only takes between five and ten minutes, but it cuts the time you feel pain from the pulled muscle from two weeks down to hours. Are you O.K. so far and should I continue?"
This man had a way of getting me to tell him to continue to remove my clothes, to continue to touch my skin, to continue to spread my legs apart and to continue to put his fingers in my pussy. It was all so incremental, that I guess I was going along one little step at a time.
I said, "O.K. go ahead then if it's necessary." I was already getting used to being naked.
