Maude Squad
For some reason, Maude always felt a little tingle when Jason, the summer help at the grain mill and feed store waited on her. On the way there, she would concoct errands for him so she could admire his tall muscular physique. Maybe something off the top shelves so she could admire his ripped torso, muscular legs and cute little butt? Before graduation, Jason had been a star quarterback, homecoming king and Mr. July in the annual School Hunk calendar the cheer squad sold to raise money for the FFA. He was now well on his way toward veterinary school, filling the tuition gaps at the sports medicine clinic as a trainer and masseuse. His summers were spent loading farm trucks, stacking grain sacks, and cheerfully waiting on his fan club of middle age giggling housewives.
"Yes, ma'am," Jason grinned handing Maude the straw hat from the top of the shelf, "I'm sure your husband 'll like this one. These don't wilt when the sweat starts running." Maude imagined a rivulet of sweat rolling between his firm tan pecs, bouncing over his cut abs, and disappearing into his 501 Levis. Oh, sweet Jesus. Maude steadied herself. "I think that will make his day.
"Jason, Judy at the hair place says you are a certified masseuse now, that true?" Maude asked slyly.
"Gotta pay the bills...besides, it sure beats buckin' bales and grain sacks." He grinned flexing his biceps, "But it does keep me in shape."
Maude gave his physique a slow assessment while giving Jason a sly smile. Judy said she had "
thoroughly
" enjoyed his out-call services, and she hadn't seen the shy side of 250 pounds since Clinton was in the Whitehouse. "Well, I would certainly enjoy that. Would it be OK if Bill was there...watching?"
Jason looked her square in the eyes, "Sure, some guys are a little wary about me putting my hands all over their naked wife."
Maude liked his straight-forward, no BS style. Placing her hands on her (still) shapely hips she admired the man in front of her. This might just be what the doctor ordered she thought. "I'm game, let's see what the old man thinks. Do I call you here?"
Jason handed Maude a glossy business card with his phone, email and a slightly risqué line drawing of a very happy woman. Jason just winked.
"Bill, you remember that boy that played quarterback a couple years ago?" Maude asked casually over a steaming cup of breakfast coffee.
"Jason, something? He was all everybody talked about until he got hurt. I thought I saw him at the mill the other day." Bill replied.
"That's the one, works there in the summer. Hoping to get into Physical Therapy school."
"Damn, that's as tough as Med School."
"Well, Jason has a side gig...outcall massage."
Bill stroked his chin beard for a moment...."and?"
"Well, you remember the fun we had in Jamaica with.... oh, shoot, I can't recall his..."
"Roberto!" Bill said with a Caribbean accent and flourish.
"Yes, but you kept calling him 'Humongo'...that's why I can never remember his name." She swatted Bill with her dishcloth.
"The guy was hung like a plow horse, and you can't remember his name?"
"I didn't have his
name
shoved in every hole I own, dear," She leered.
"True dat," Bill laughed. "I'm sensing a plan is in the works. What'd your grandma always say? 'don't shit where you eat.?"
"About that, he seems to be very professional, discrete, and he really doesn't live here except during the summer."
"Got it all worked out?" He asked.
Maude just smiled and winked at her husband.
Maude stood in front of the closet mirrors, a short cotton shift in one hand, a more business-like smock in the other, "Oh damn Bill, what should I wear?"
Bill laughed, took both, hung them in the closet and handed her a lightweight robe. "You're getting a massage, not going dancing, dear."
Maude rolled her eyes, "Jesus, this is like prom night all over."
Bill grabbed Maude by the shoulders and looked deep into her eyes, "Dear. Relax. You are a beautiful woman who just spent two hours, shaving, bathing, and getting yourself ready like it's Prom Night."
"Oh God, don't say that. That asshole at the tuxedo place charged you $50 extra for the cum stains!"
That broke the tension, they laughed as Maude slipped into the robe.
"I love you; Jason will love you." Bill kissed her warmly. Maude felt the dampness between her legs begin.
The doorbell rang.
"Well, here we go, I'll help him get set up then holler for you." Bill laughed as he headed for the door.
When Maude entered the living room, she wasn't sure this was still her home. The furniture had been moved. The lights turned low. A sturdy massage table took center stage beneath the chandelier lamp. Bill had moved his lounge chair to the corner by the TV where he relaxed, sipping on a bourbon, waiting for the show to begin.
Jason stood by the table his bulging biceps crossed over his chest. He motioned Maude forward. Swallowing hard she stepped forward, the robe parting to her hip letting Jason know she was ready for this. He reached out to her, tugging the sash then lifting the robe from her. Maude stood naked before a man she had never seen anywhere but in public. Jason slowly appraised her body, lifting each breast, feeling their weight. He nodded approvingly at her trim waist and smiled at the baby smooth mons that was now glistening with her desire. He turned her around, feeling the muscles of her shoulders, then worked his hands down her back. Maude glanced over to Bill who had a huge grin on his face.
Jason's hands found her bottom, which he squeezed with both hands, parting them then letting them fall.
