I have to admit I was a happy camper! The brand new 50th anniversary z06 Corvette and I cruised down the highway on the way home, at peace with the world.
My lovely wife, Lee, had agreed to let me purchase the car. After all, we were investing a small fortune in her Doctorate in medicine, and even though we were back to being friends again, the whole season had been tough on our marriage.
My work as a College instructor, combined with my 6 to 7 clients a week in my home massage therapy practice would nowhere near pay for this car, though!
But the annual check from the Casino would! Just a couple of years ago, I was absent-mindedly losing money in a one armed bandit in Reno, when up rolled 3 diamonds in a row. The three diamonds looked different than the rest, at first I was doing handsprings, having won about $1800.00!
Then it hit me it was the progressive, it was millions.....
They don't give the winner all the money, it comes in annual checks, some kind of annuity deal, but that was fine. The win changed our lives, Lee could afford the schooling, I didn't have to count pennies anymore.
But it is a surprise how fast one can spend money when not paying attention, we found ourselves waiting for the annual check the first two years, with the bank account getting towards the thin side. So I was grateful for my $350 a week practice, and my $400 a week paycheck. Lee and I knew that there would be even more income when she finished school, and got her degree.
So Lee allowing me to buy the car for Christmas was a surprise, it just about cleaned out our account for the year. I rolled the Corvette up into the garage I had had built, another $60 grand, but the automatic overhead doors were nice, and the hallway entrance into the house meant I didn't even need to get out into the Oregon rain.
I went inside, made a quick cup of coffee, I knew Lee would be home from her week at the hospital soon. But I also had a client, so I quickly showered and got my massage room ready.
My doorbell rang, right on schedule. I let Mary in, she is a sweetheart, married with 3 children, nice husband, she comes to see me once a week.
Mary is a bit of an exhibitionist, she loves to be looked at, but is almost frightened at being caught at it. This sounds strange, but it is common. During our sessions, she loses "control" of her drape covering her breasts, letting one or the other, sometimes both peek out. She never lets me touch her chest, though. She also squirms and bends her knees so I can see up the drape, she spreads her legs enough to give me a peek, but never allows me to touch her there, either.
I understand the mentality, my job is to give the client what they want. So I pretend to see nothing, while she pretends to be completely covered, it works for both of us.
I was sitting on my little stool, working on Mary's feet. I was enjoying the clear view up the drape to her pussy, completely exposed to my gaze from the angle I had. I knew she was aware that I could see her, from the beads of moisture that would collect and slowly slide down her outer lips. I also knew I got to look, but could never touch.
As I was admiring the view, I thought I heard voices out in the living room. I knew that Lee was due home, but no company was expected. The voices faded as they moved towards the den, Lee would always take company into the den when I am working, so as to not interupt.
I finished up the session with Mary, leaving the room to allow her to dress. As expected, there was no one in the living room, Mary came out, slipped the crisp $50 bill in my hand, gave me the usual hug and was gone out the door.
I went looking for Lee. She was sitting on the couch in the den, and there was a young man sitting in my favorite chair, with a young lady plopped down on the floor at his feet.
"Hi, Honey!", Lee said, and hopped up to give me a kiss. "This is David, and his friend Kate!"
I nodded, and said the usual. I got myself a glass of water, offering drinks all around.
To be honest, I was looking forward to just Lee and I for the evening, company wasn't on my agenda, but what the hell. Might as well make the best of it.
I gave Lee a quizical look, she made a face at me. I almost laughed, found myself a soft chair and plopped down.
"So you are a massage therapist?" David popped out with, lamely. "Yes", I answered, thinking "Oh God, not another discussion of the "rewards and benefits"...Hell, I do that all day long at work!
But he didn't give me the bit about "How much he always wanted to do that but couldn't see any way to make a living at it"...line, I have heard that so many times I could scream!
