I thought it was great when Doctor Barker asked me to swap some of my massage therapy sessions for my checkup bills. He mentioned that they were for his wife, Anita. He said she had been "tense" lately, and a few nice sessions would be good for her.
I thought so, too! I had seen her just a few times, at parties and the like. She is a very nice looking redhead, right down to the freckles and wire-framed glasses. I also had noticed that she wore clothing just a bit towards the risquΓ© side, nothing blatant but sexy.
Now I also had to admit to a certain curiosity, Doc Barker was well aware that some of my therapy sessions went much farther than one might expect in today's world, and after all, he had just completed a full physical examination of my 58 year old body, complete with a full run of STD tests.
But he didn't mention anything special, and I didn't either. I just gave a packet of 5 gift certificates to him, and we were even.
As I was leaving, he booked her for the following Saturday for the first session.
I got my little massage room ready, and Saturday the doorbell finally rang. I greeted Anita at the door, she looked nice, wearing snug slacks and a white blouse unbuttoned just one more button than might be normal, her red hair with it's dozens of shades all blended into it framing her roundish face.
I showed her to my little room, told her to undress and lie face down on the table and handed her one of my big full-length towels I use sometimes in place of a light drape.
A few minutes later, I knocked softly on the door, heard her voice say "OK", and I went in.
I noticed right off that she still had her bra on, "just damn!" I thought, I hate to work around clothing, it is difficult. Besides, it always puts a cramp in my plans, this is what we in the profession call a warning sign, our client is modest.
I started with her feet, some reflexology, then spreading and working each toe carefully. As I finally slipped my hands up to her calves, it could feel serious tension.
So I used my forearms to press upwards as I bent her leg back at the knee, then stretched it out with each stroke. I was gaining a bit, but not much! It was starting to become a challenge, I had already given up on my fantasy of spreading her buttocks and slipping my nice fat 7 incher up her rear end.
Finally I slipped the side of the towel off one side of her bottom, and noted she was wearing white cottons! I hate white cottons most of all, I can't work on the glutes at all without staining the material.
So I worked on her thighs for awhile, then placed the towel over her fanny, and did her bottom through the towel. I explained to her that I didn't want to stain her undergarments, she didn't answer. But she was starting to relax. I gave special attention to her fanny through the towel, she murmured "That feels nice."
Then I started to work on her back, around the bra as best I could. I asked her if I could undo the clasps, to make it easier. She hesitated, then said "OK". So I unclipped the bra, and lay the straps aside. She went tense again when I did that, so I worked a good 20 minutes on her back and sides, being careful not to touch her breasts at all.
I went to clasp her bra back together, when she surprised me by saying, "Do you mind rubbing my breasts? They hurt sometimes!" In my best professional manner, I told her that I didn't mind at all, it was just another important part of the body. At that, she slipped the bra off and handed it to me. I turned to place it on the chair, and when I turned, she was lying on her back, the towel bunched at her waist, bare breasted to my gaze.
They were nicely formed, fairly even in size and smaller than I would have expected. But I had noted the padding in the bra as I placed it on the chair.