There is a song that starts "Worry...Worry, worry, worry, worry, worry," I change the word to headache and sing "Headache...Headache, headache, headache, headache, headache." My lot in life seems to be to suffer with migraine headaches. My husband generally understands, but sometimes my headaches cause a real conflict.
That was the case last Monday. Ron called and said that a deliveryman was in the area with some frozen food that we had ordered. He told the guy that I was sick with a headache and he would appreciate it if he would set the box inside near the freezer for me. I really did not want to answer the door but I had no choice. The man was very gracious about carrying the box to the freezer and even unpacked it and put the food away for me. He was very understanding because his girlfriend had migraines. He asked about my treatments. I was in no shape to make small talk and I mostly responded with grunts and nods. Then he asked if I had ever tried acupuncture or acupressure. I was beginning to get annoyed. I just wanted him gone so I could go back to bed and wait for the heavy meds I had taken to kick in. He was just too nice about it for me to kick him out. He told me that when his girlfriend suffered he massaged her neck to find the key pressure point on her shoulder or back and press until she got relief.
I was listening to him going on and on when he slipped behind me and started rubbing my neck and shoulders. Within a few seconds he found a spot in my back that was really sensitive and when he rubbed it a pain radiated up my back. I let out an involuntary groan and he said, "OK that's the spot. Get up onto the counter and I will work on it for you."
I don't know why but I climbed up onto the kitchen counter and let him start to work on my back with his fingertips until he again located the "spot". "Oh yes right there." I said.
He started pressing really hard with his thumbs. I couldn't believe how sore that spot was. The harder he pressed the more it radiated out. He couldn't put enough pressure on it with his fingers so he started rubbing it with his elbow. Oh my god did that ever send shocks through me.
He was using his other hand to work on other places on my back and when he would find a tight spot he would kneed it, all the while keeping his elbow grinding in circular motions on the main pressure point.
I didn't resist when he pulled off my big terrycloth robe. Under it I was just wearing a short silk gown, but I really didn't think about it; I just wanted him to keep working on that "pressure point". He pushed up his sleeve and he pressed his bare elbow into my back and it sent painful electric jolts through my body. As he worked on it I became almost paralyzed. The pain in my head was overshadowed with the feelings in my back and neck. He massaged down my back to my butt. I couldn't resist it, even when he started touching between my legs. It was like I was hypnotized. The desire for relief was so strong that I just let him do whatever he wanted to do. He slid his fingers up from my cunt to my asshole and then back down. When he began rubbing my cunt I spread my legs to give him more access. Then he slid my panties down over my butt and continued touching my bare crotch. He never stopped pressing hard on the spot on my back. When he slid a finger into my asshole and it seemed as innocent as if he was still just rubbing my back.
He worked one finger deep inside my rectum and he slid some fingers into my cunt then he leaned down and started licking my rectum and for some reason even that seemed ok. Then he shoved his tongue into my asshole and pinched my clit and suddenly I exploded. He never stopped pressing my back with his elbow and he kept ramming his fingers into my cunt and tongue fucking my ass. My climax continued in wave after wave. When he stopped and stood up I was laying on the counter crying. I had no headache; I had no pains at all. I thanked him and he said, "Call me anytime." And he dropped his card on the counter next to my naked body and left. He was already gone for a half hour when I realized what I had just let this stranger do to me.
I never told Ron. I never told anyone. In fact it began to seem more like a dream than real. Could it have been some sort of hallucination that I had while on my painkillers? Then I got another headache on Friday. I went to the freezer to get an icepack and his card fell onto the floor...wow! Had that been real? Not so much that it actually happened as that there could really be relief from these awful headaches.
