Note: If you are looking for an immediate gratification and graphic story, you will be disappointed. This story is completely true, only the names have been changed out of respect to her. I hope you enjoy the realness, the tension and emotions of a scene that actually happened. Please share your comments, good or bad, I'd love to hear your reactions.
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I was 25, and just went through a pretty bad break up with my girlfriend of two and a half years. We were living together for over a year now, and after several weeks of barely speaking to each other, we knew it was over. As awful as our relationship was, that didn't make me any less heartbroken.
I immediately tried to busy myself with anything to keep my mind off of the loneliness. A great distraction was porn. Fun, temporarily satisfying, addicting, but that only led to wanting actual physical contact. I went on an online dating site to get back out there. After a few dates with different girls, I realized I wasn't ready for the work involved with dating yet. I wasn't feeling chatty; it was really just the comforting companionship I was seeking. Physical contact was nice as well, but that was hard to come by when I wasn't into the dates.
I decided maybe a massage would be just what I'm looking for. Companionship and relaxing contact. I began going to local spas on the weekends. I had watched enough porn massage videos to vividly imagine the masseuse being curious she had to peek under the sheet and would be so impressed with my cock she'd just have to massage it and of course she'd probably want to put it in her mouth since it looked so good. HA! In reality, they were all professional, and of course had zero interest in my body or my cock.
I never went to a shady massage parlor, I didn't want to be one of those guys, so I stuck to classy spas and tried several different ones, hoping sooner or later I'd find one who couldn't resist my chiseled body. I never did. A bigger problem, I was pretty broke. Still on my first job out of college, making not much money, and with ex girlfriend no longer covering half of the rent, I knew I couldn't keep paying for massages.
I turned to Craigslist hoping to find a woman looking to exchange massages in my town. The closest I got was spam ads and prostitutes. No thanks. I expanded my Craigslist search to a small town that was about a 90 minute drive away. I saw a post labeled "seeking massage exchange partner." I opened the ad and couldn't believe what I was reading.
She was a professional masseuse, more than that, she owned her own physical therapy business. She stated she was having back problems and was seeking a mutual exchange of massages with a professional massage therapist.
No way! This is too good to be true. Hmmm, I'm not a professional, but that's not going to stop me I thought to myself. I replied immediately and said I had been looking for the exact same mutual exchange. While I was honest and said I was not a practicing professional massage therapist, I was in college in the gym's physical therapy department and worked under trained therapists so I had professional experience. (Huge lie, but more believable than saying I worked at a spa now. Other than receiving several massages in the past few months, I had no professional experience.)
As with any Craigslist reply, I expected to either never hear back or to get a spam reply with links to crappy dating sites. But instead I got a real reply. Her name was Heather. She was 46 and she was a little apprehensive about arranging something like this, but suggested we give it a try to see if we're a good fit. Her business was closed on Sundays, so we set up an appointment for the following Sunday afternoon.
I was ecstatic and imagined the possibilities. My mind immediately imagined porn-like scenarios before I came back to reality and realized that just isn't how professional massage therapists work. What also began to set in, was the fact that I had lied about having real massage experience. I've rubbed girlfriends' backs before, but surely this professional who owned her own business could quickly determine I don't know what I'm doing.
However, with this being the age of the Internet and online videos, I found several massage techniques in YouTube videos. I watched them every night when I got home from work. By the end of the week, I knew enough to pass a massage certification exam. I was feeling confident and excited about the whole situation.
When Sunday finally rolled around, I drove out the 90 minutes or so and parked in her parking lot. The building was bigger than I expected. I thought it would be a tiny studio with one room. But it had several rooms. She had a waiting room. I saw a picture of her staff as I waked in the front door. She had staff, even doctors under her employ. I got nervous all over again.
I saw her standing by the front desk. She was a petite woman, with shoulder length dark hair and olive skin. She slightly reminded me of an older Mila Kunis.
"I'm Jason." I offered my hand
"Nice to meet you. I'm Heather." Her hand was dainty. Barely took hold of mine. I could soon tell she was more nervous than I was. We sat down to discuss how we wanted this to work. She preferred to give me a massage and next time I could give her one, "if it works out." She added.
She seemed a little relieved that I was not giving her the massage first. I can only imagine how vulnerable she thought by the idea of a strange male giving her a massage with no one else in the building.
