Well hey, where do I start. Okay, my name is Gale, named after my grandmother who I adore and is a fantastic woman, when she was my age she was a real beauty, even though I still think she's beautiful in a very mature and sexy way. But this is about an experience that she helped me with that changed my life as well as hers.
First let me describe myself to you. I'm twenty-five, 5'7", weigh 120#'s, my legs and my butt are two features that I get most compliments on; my legs are long, slender and well shaped, so everyone tells me, and my butt is narrow and padded in the rear, if you know what I mean. like a guys bum. I'm only a 'B' cup, but I'm kind of happy with my tits; they stick straight out, my areola is about the size of a silver dollar and are puffy, and my nipples almost the size of my little finger tips. If I'm horny I won't wear a bra, in fact even if I'm not horny, (that's not very often) I don't wear a bra, but if I wear this one special blouse with no bra, as I walk and my tits bounce, my sensitive nipples will rub against the fabric and gets my pussy sooo wet, that I have to go to the ladies room quickly, and get myself off. Or if I'm in a crowd like shopping, walking or at a meeting, I'll quickly find somewhere to sit, and while I'm sitting I just squeeze my thighs together in rapid succession. Of course my panties get so soaked that I have to change them, (I learned a long time ago to have an extra pair in my purse), but if I don't have an extra one, I'll just go without for the day. To sum it all up, I've got an athletic body, between that and my overall looks I'm sure that's how I got my job.
Please don't get the impression that I'm stuck up or in love with myself, well, I have to admit it, I do love myself but not in a conceited way. To a point I am married; the reason I say it that way is because my husband of three years, Mark, is a great guy, a little older than me, a real hunk at 6'2" and 195#'s and does very well financially; as well as I do as a spokeswoman. for a large corporation that is listed on the New York exchange. We both dress in the latest clothing fashions, and in my position they like me to wear clothes that are on the cutting edge i.e. a tailored suit with a short enough skirt to show as much of my legs with 4-5" spike shoes, but without making me look cheap. Everything is great between us but, you guessed it, SEX. I have tried everything to turn him on; the sexiest lingerie, I mean real wild stuff; I've sat next to him, in front of him playing with my wet pussy, in fact even to the point where I actually can't stop myself from cumming.
I tell my grandmother a lot of personal things that I don't tell my mother, her daughter, they're like night and day when it comes to personal things, especially about sex. Grandma always reads me like a book; she's a widow in her mid sixties and was born and lived mostly in Europe, they are much more open about sex and sexuality. I drop off at her house once or twice a week just to visit, and to talk to her and get her advice, if I ever ask for it; she is always straight forward, regardless of how frank it is; my mother always beats around the bush and I never got a straight answer from her when it came to sex.
This one day that I dropped off to see granny, was a day when I was sexually really up tight. I mean I masturbated frequently, and Mark knew that I did, in fact I've done it in front of him just to see if I could get him turned on, but most of the time he would just look at me, give me a smile as if I was a pet dog, and then continued watching his football or basketball game. But let's face it, masturbating is great, but there are times that you like the warm touch of another person. Oh, by the way granny was the one that bought me my first vibrator when I was in my mid teens; that's what I mean about her being quite open about sex.
As soon as I got into her house and we started talking, she looked at me and said, "honey, you look like you really need some good loving, what happened, you out of batteries. he he?" Meaning for my vibrator. "In fact, I've got some real great toys that are better than what I got you a long time ago, I use them almost every day; I guess that's what keeps me smiling and young, hehe." She could read me like a book.
"I don't know granny, usually that takes care of me. "Granny knew that like her, I was highly sexual, and that Mark was not. "I think that it might be something else, I'm not sure; maybe it's because I'm anxious to have a baby, you know, anxiety. I mean my whole body has been so up tight, I feel as stiff as a board and feel like screaming.
"Oh sweetheart, you're just all wound up tight, what you need is a good old fashion massage. Now I go to this lady once or twice a week, ever since your granddad died, well maybe even before he died, and let me tell you, she'll make you feel like a whole, new person. She's from across and has been here about ten years, I think she may have come from India because she is a little on the dark side, but she has the smoothest and strongest hands that will make you feel just great. I'm going to make an appointment for you for tomorrow; I'll call and tell her to give you a massage just like she does for me. She's an attractive, about forty, woman, but you don't have to say much, she'll be able to tell just by how your body responds as to what you need, she's being doing this since she was just in her teens. When will be a good time for you, oh, and one thing, there is no time limit so that she can take all the time that you need. How about this time tomorrow, before you go home."
I know better than to argue with granny, and I also know that she has always been right as far as what I needed and what is good for me, so I told her that I would go.
That night at home, I thought that I would discuss it with Mark, but as it turned out he called and said that he had a late meeting and not to wait up for him, besides, regardless what I told him that I was going to do, he would just end up saying that it was okay with him. That night I went to bed even more tense, even after masturbating several times with the vibrator and rubbing my clit, and I still had a very restless sleep.
The next day I woke up knowing that I was going to be ill tempered all day, and in my line of work it does not bode well. I had a meeting with a consulting firm, a group of Asian stock holders and a staff from our P.R. Dept.. When I was through for the day, I made a mad dash for that addy that granny gave me, I was a basket case. I was a basket case and even if this woman gave me a simple back rub, I knew it would help me.
When I arrived at the address on Wilshire Blvd. in Santa Monica, I well aware of the fact that this was a very plush building, I mean I'm in the high rent district; offices for doctors, MD's as well as phd's. Wow, I thought to myself, this is going to cost a bunch.. When I got to her suite on the top floor, the door was locked so I hit the button for the chime; I waited patiently for about thirty seconds and the door opened by a very attractive young girl of about twenty. She introduced herself as Mayli, she looked like she was Eurasian, then with a bright smile she led me to another room.
