You can call me Brenda. I'm in my mid 40s and working as a local doctor in one of the hospitals here in Metro Manila. I specialized in surgery and that's where I met my husband Roger who's an anesthesiologist. We were like partners in many operations and that's how we got closer and started a relationship.
In our 7 years of marriage, my husband will always make an effort to please me. Not just in bed but also in our daily life. Were are blessed with two kids and I would say, they have a good life ahead. Roger may seem like a busy man being a doctor and all but he would still take time to give me just a short moment of passion and love. His surprise hugs and kisses during work and even just a simple sweet text message would ease my load of stress. I say, I'm living the life. It's satisfaction, and unfortunately it is also one of the things few people would get.
During our moments of love making, Roger does not disappoint. He regularly works out, so his stamina still holds up. Operations do take hours of standing and being focused so it's draining you both mentally and physically. My husband doesn't have that ripped body on magazines but at least he maintains his health and that is good enough for me.
Of course, I also do my share by keeping myself fit. I'm no model and having two kids do takes its toll on my body. But some of my friends said that even though I gained some weight, my breasts and butt became bigger than before. That's why, sporting that cleavage revealing dresses do tend to give a head turning for guys. I appreciate the stares to be honest. It's not always, that you will get to feel you are still "fuckable" as some would say. Obviously I have no intention to give in. But there are moments that I receive some gifts, emails and other stuff from would be suitors, be patient or otherwise. It is complimenting. I just brush it off like usual. I'm more than happy as it is.
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One day, we had a very long operation. It took half the day to finish and it was literally taxing to the body. Me and my husband decided to rest in the lounge inside the surgical area. The lounge is like a studio typed room with two tables, some chairs, a flat screen tv, an aircon near the windows and two long brown leathered sofas. There are two smaller rooms on one side of the lounge and has a double decked bed on each one for anyone who wants to have a shut eye.
I sat on the sofa and opened the tv. My head is so drained that I'm literally just staring at the tv blankly.
"You look like crap today hon." Roger joked as he sat beside me and gave me a glass of iced tea. I just smiled at him sarcastically and took the glass. He gave me a quick kiss on the side of my sweaty cheek and placed his arm around my shoulders. I placed the cold glass against my forehead.
"Does your head hurt?" he asks.
"Not really. I'm more like stressed from that intern we have earlier."
"Come on, give the kid a break hon."
"Jesus, Roger she took so much time closing the site! I don't know where he came from but that kid..." I just stopped there. Sometimes, my mouth would just blurt out and explode whenever I can't control my stress and emotions. Well, that's how I cope anyway.
"We all start somewhere hon. Did you even remember how you were on your early years?"
I looked at him straight in the eyes. I may not be the best there is but I know how to prepare. The high expectations from seniors and the medical field is sometimes overwhelming. So I took it as a challenge to keep up with the quality they expect me to do during my training years.
"You know what, why don't you take a rest inside the room. I'll wake you up late once something comes up okay."
The lounge door opens and a young man comes in wearing a janitor uniform.
"Hello doc Roger, doc Brenda. I'm just gonna collect the trash." The young man said. His name is Mando. Roger's eyes shines like he just had an idea.
"Oh perfect timing Mando! I got a favor to ask of you if you don't mind."
Mando walks towards us and I can already smell the dried sweat from his shirt. Mando looks fit. Just the typical hard working man who tries to keep ends meet.
"what do you need doc?"
"Hon, did you know that Mando knows massage? Why don't you let him give you a massage inside the room to relax yourself." Roger suggested. I'm sorry what? He wants to let someone touch me and to top it off, it's the janitor for Christ sakes!
"It's okay Hon. I'm fine." I said firmly. Roger shakes my shoulder in a firm grip and with a smile.
"Come on hon. I think you really need to relax sometimes."
"Well why won't you give me a massage then?" I gave him the most sweet smile I can muster. Seriously, Roger is acting dumb sometimes.
"Hon I'm exhausted too. Besides, I plan to get me a massage after you're done. You can do it, right Mando?"
"um, I need to ask my manager first doc."
"It's fine. I'll cover for you if they start asking questions. Do you think you can do it for us Mando? I mean, you're not too exhausted are you?"
"I'm fine doc. I can do it. But I'm not sure if doc Brenda is comfortable with it."
I looked at Mando and he seem worried. Maybe terrified. He obviously doesn't want to screw up this job. Deep inside, I feel bad for this kid. So, I gave a deep sigh and gave him a stare.
"Okay sure but Mando, would you please take a shower first before we start?" I gave him a smile knowing what I said probably embarrassed him terribly. He nodded but then my husband stood up and told him he will pay him handsomely for the service. Well at least there's that. I don't want to ask for a service like this and not expect to pay the man. Mando left immediately.
"Wow hon, do you really need to say that to him?"
"Yes I do. He smells hon. I'm sorry but he does."
A couple of minutes later, Mando came back wearing new clean uniform and the strong scent of his cheap perfume. Well at least he doesn't smell bad anymore.
Roger stayed on the sofa and he watches tv while me and Mando entered one of the small rooms. Inside the room, I removed my coat and hanged it on the chair. I'm wearing my uniform and loose pants. The cloth is practically thin so I guess it's fine.
"Are you ready Mando?" I asked him and then caught him staring at my back. I'm not sure if he's looking at my back or my ass though.
"Do you want to me to massage just your back, doc?"
"Well do my shoulders and nape as well please."
I laid down in a prone position with a pillow under my chin. Mando started massaging my back against my uniform. Right away, I feel the tension getting released. I sighed with pure relaxation. His hands are heavy but gentle. He doesn't seem to be trained in the right way but at least he's doing something. I just let him do his thing and I closed my eyes.
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"All done Doc." Mando said as I opened my eyes.
"Huh? That's it? That was kinda fast don't you think?"
"um you fell asleep doc. I think at least 20 minutes already passed by. How do you feel?"
"Well, it seems my shoulders and back feels better. Thanks Mando." I stood up and I felt a bit dizzy. My legs feels weak and unsteady. I opened the door and looks at Roger. He fell asleep on the sofa while the tv is open. I looked at the clock and it won't be long before my shift is done. I still have time. I look at Mando and I closed the door again.
"Mando could you do my legs too? Sorry if it's sudden but don't worry, I will give you another extra payment okay. Can you do it?"
"Sure Doc. If you needed more time it's fine with me."
"Okay but would you do me a favor and go out of the room for a second? I need to prepare myself first." Mando went out the room and I removed my loose pants. Inside, I am wearing a black body fit shorts. The end is just a few inches above the knee so it's a bit sexy to see especially on the side where you can really see my curved fat butt. I feel a bit nervous doing this but what the heck, it's not like I'm doing something wrong here.
I called Mando after I laid on my back. He looks at my body from my feet up to my chest. I feel awkward but I just kept my composure. Mando took a small bottle of oil and opened it. He put enough amount in his palms and rubbed them against each other. He placed his palms on my feet and gently massaged it. His hands are warm and slippery. I sighed of relief as I felt getting more relaxed.
Mando pressed his thumbs and fingers on my feet, rotated some joints gently and gave a good amount of pressure on other muscles. I didn't noticed that his hands are starting to go up my legs and stopped on my knees before his hands went down on my feet again. He did this a couple of times and for some reason I feel much better than I expected. Something is building up inside me that is making me a bit hot. As his hands massages its way up my knees again, it went up a bit more and into the edge of my fitted shorts and the sensation is just so good that I could not help but to let out a short moan. I don't know if he noticed it but he's been very quiet and kept focusing on my legs, the back of my knees and now he is working on my thighs. I didn't tell him to massage my thighs but he is doing it. I should have stopped him right there but I didn't.
His hands went sliding down to my legs again. He pressed my calf downwards and grabbed my toe and heel then rotated my foot. He did the same thing on my other foot. Then he works his way up my legs. Slowly going up to my knees then slides his hands up my thigh. He stopped near my groin area and I could not help but inhaled deeply as I felt a smooth and tickling wave of pleasure going up my pussy. I looked at Mando and he seemed unfazed like he did nothing wrong.
