The cruise ship was only three days out of port when Janet had an accident. She wasn't paying attention as she went down the stairs and her foot slipped and she tumbled down a few steps and bruised her legs and hurt her back. A trip to the ship's doctor showed that she had no broken bones and just needed some physiotherapy. The physiotherapist was a nice young woman who gave her a short session and told her to come back tomorrow.
Janet went back to her cabin and lay down to rest. She was comfortable for quite a while and able to go to dinner but after dinner the pain started again. The physiotherapist had closed for the day but one of the other ladies in her cabin thought she had met somebody who had one of those large electric vibrators with infra-red rays. Martin turned out to be somebody who had been a physio before he came on the cruise. He was a few cabins away and she asked him to come round to see what he could do for Janet. Martin was a physio who had picked up some of the jargon and procedures from his own visits to a physio for a sore back. Janet lay down and he applied the vibrator and heat to the spots that she pointed out. The vibrator operated through her clothing and after a 10 minute session she felt terrific. Martin said that if she wanted to have some more treatment she should come to his cabin tomorrow and he would get some liniment as well.
Not even the other women in her cabin knew that Janet had been a nun up until a year ago when her mother had developed a long-term illness and asked Janet to come home and look after her. The request had not fallen on deaf ears as Janet had been thinking for some time to go back to civilian life. A few months later she had died and left Janet the house and a tidy sum of money. Her mother's dying wish was that Janet should find a partner and not live her final years alone like she had. Janet had no real ambition except to live a quiet suburban life. Everything changed on the day that she was cleaning up the garage and came across some cardboard boxes full of Playboy magazines and others which were even more explicit. They must be long to her father and Janet guessed that he had kept them hidden from her mother.
As she opened one magazine after another she was confronted with photographs of beautiful ladies with large breasts and dark hairy triangles between their legs. At first Janet was disgusted but soon became interested and made mental notes of how she compared with these beauties. In the breast department it was a no contest but she thought to herself that she shared the hairy triangle bit. Obviously men wanted to look at naked ladies and see their breasts and hairy bits. She wondered whether any man would want to look at her. She had never thought like this before but now began to wonder whether some of the men at the church were looking at her in this way. She looked in vain through the Playboy magazines to see the male equivalent bits but there weren't any. There were other magazines which were more explicit and she set eyes on penises of all shapes and sizes, soft and hard, long and short. She was fascinated with what she was looking at. Who could have imagined that Janet the ex-nun was looking at these naughty photos? Janet didn't tell anybody what she had found but kept returning to the garage to look through the magazines again and again.
The other ladies at the church who had befriended Janet suggested that she take a world cruise and here she was - 58, not bad looking, sagging breasts, slightly plumpish and anxious to learn about the world. It was with some hesitation that she let Martin near her body, but she felt relaxed because there was another woman in the cabin.
Janet slept that night very well but woke up in the morning a bit stiff and decided she would see Martin later on. The thought of Martin touching her skin gave her a frisson. While the other women in the cabin were enjoying some of the activities arranged for them on the boat, she went to Martin's cabin and lay down on his spare bunk face down. Martin applied the vibrator through her clothing in the same spots as the previous night and then took out some liniment that he had bought. He lifted her blouse and rubbed the liniment in with his fingers onto those spots on her back that bothered her. He rubbed some on to the back of her legs and told her she was done.
He gave her his number and told her she could come back if it started to hurt again. A It was only a few months since his wife had left Martin and he was hoping against hope to get a bit of nookie on the boat. After all it was for over 50s and a lot of them were women supposedly looking for men and sex. He was trim for his age and well-spoken and well groomed. In all his life he had never met anyone like Janet. She seemed totally ill at ease talking with him and he wondered whether she had had much contact with males. She said she was a teacher but something didn't add up.
Janet came for another session and his vibrator wandered further than last time, and the liniment on the backs of her legs migrated to the inside of her legs, each time the closer to her pussy. Janet was aware of the fact that the vibrator and his hands were getting closer and closer to her private parts and she enjoyed the sensations that they brought with them. She calculated that at the present rate it would take another five days before he actually touched her pussy. Martin continued this massaging every day and was getting closer and closer to her pussy. Finally curiosity got the better of him.
"Janet, you said you were a teacher. Where did you teach?"
"It was a large country school with boarders and day pupils. I taught seven-year-old boys and girls."
"You just don't sound like a a teacher. Are you sure you weren't a nun?"
"How did you guess? Yes I was a nun for 40 years."
"So how come you are here."
"About a year ago I found out my mother was dying and she asked me to come home and look after her and I did and when she died I inherited the house and some money. Some of my friends at the church suggested that I take a world cruise trip and enjoy myself - here I am."
"Well that only explains part of you. I think you are faking your injuries now and that you are actually enjoying me massaging you."
"You're right. I am enjoying your massage. It feels nice to have a man's hands on my body."
"I find it strange that a nun should allow man to massage her like I am doing to you. It just seems so out of character."
"Well, I spent 40 years away from male company and when I left the convent and heard the women at the church talking about their husbands, it made me curious as to what it was like to be married. They all agreed that it was nice to have a 'cuddle' as they put it. Then I had my accident and you came along and I saw my opportunity. The more you touched me, the more I enjoyed it."
"I can tell. Tomorrow I will probably touch you somewhere naughty. "
"I know. I am enjoying it. I'm looking forward to it."
The next day Janet turned up and lay down for her massage. Martin began the vibrator on her back and legs. The vibrations could be felt through her bones by her pussy even though the vibrator wasn't touching it and she was getting a little more excited.
"I won't use liniment today. It might sting." Janet couldn't wait. Nobody had ever touched her there before - she had been very reluctant to touch herself there because she thought it was so wicked but she knew that the other church ladies liked it.
His fingers moved closer and closer to her pussy until they were on the outside of her panties. With his hand he gestured that Janet should open her legs a little and he slipped her panties off and ran his hands over her cheeks and then his finger ran up and down the outside of her slit. He put a bit of oil on his finger and ran it up and down her slit again and this time it slid in and touched Janet's clitoris. Janet jumped a little with surprise and then let Martin continue. Martin's finger ran up and down her slit and finally he gestured for her to turn over. She had a nice dark hairy triangle in the middle of her pale thighs. Janet immediately covered her pussy with her hand but Martin gently lifted it and resumed twiddling her clitoris. It was taking time to come to life but eventually it did and he could feel it getting harder. He gripped it between his thumb and forefinger and moved on a regular motion up and down, up and down. Janet smiled.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes. I never touched it myself. Some of the other nuns did but I never did. I just wanted to see what it felt like."
"You want me to keep going?"
