The Adventures of Dave – in praise of older women
After the first two frantic encounters with Betty our relationship settled down into one of regular visits. I found out that the apartment she was in had a mix of residents from young married couples staring out on the property ladder. To ladies and gentlemen who were in a similar situation to Betty, living alone due to bereavement or divorce. Their average ages must have been about 64, the same as Betty.
In conversation with Betty the subject of her friends often came up and she had remarked that some of them had asked whom I was. She was at a loss because she didn't want to give away the fact that I was calling round for sex and she was seriously beginning to think about putting a stop to my visits.
I explained to her that this was not a problem and asked her honestly if she could simply stop seeing me. She readily admitted that this would be a major problem. I for my part had got quite attached to this "crazy" old lady so I didn't want to suddenly stop my visits.
We had known each other now for about six months and it had become apparent to me that Betty was quite suggestible. An idea came to me.
"Why don't you tell your friends that I am a fully qualified masseur?" I suggested "Then they will know why I am round here. You could say that the doctor recommended me and that I am giving you a course of treatment"
Betty thought that this was a brilliant idea. Our meetings went on for some more months and the problem of nosey neighbours seemed to have been solved.
It had been almost a year. Work was gong well and I was able to practically take off what time I wanted. The result of this was more visits to Betty and more of them during the day. It was high summer.
During one visit Betty asked me if I would like to meet her friend Elizabeth who lived in a flat on the other side of the building. I was curious as to date the concept of me being "shown off" was not one, which I had understood Betty wanted to subscribe to.
Elizabeth was 66, widowed for 16 years and was a very good friend to Betty, bringing her plants and joining her regularly for coffee and shopping.
Betty had told Elizabeth that I was a masseur and did admit to her that I was making her feel a lot better with my "treatments", although she assured me that she had not said anything of the stuff which Betty and I got up to.
Elizabeth had asked how much I charged for treatment and Betty had told her it was £50. Elizabeth seemed quire happy with this and so Betty had said she would ask me if I was available for her.
Betty and I had a long discussion during which I was unable to find out just what Elizabeth's angle was, whether she had cottoned on to what Betty and I were up to or whether she genuinely believed that I was a masseur and would give her a massage. After the conversation I really thought that Betty did not know.
What was I to do? I asked Betty how she would feel if Elizabeth really wanted sex and the two of us got on and it happened. She simply said that she would be pleased if Elizabeth could be made as happy as she was at the moment, but she stressed that all of this had to be confidential as she did not want people talking.
Betty 'phoned Elizabeth and it was agreed that I would visit her the following afternoon. Betty made me promise to visit her immediately afterwards.
The next day was very hot, 80 degrees and sunny but with a cooling breeze. Elizabeth lived in a top floor corner flat, which was bigger than Betty's and at 1.45 in the afternoon I found myself outside her front door.
In order to add realism to the "masseur" front I had purchased some aromatherapy oils and other lotions and had them in a small case with two hand towels on top. I had also dressed in a sports shirt and shorts with trainers to create (as I thought) the right impression. I rang the doorbell.
A small woman with dark hair answered the door. She was reasonably attractive in a print dress and sandals.
"Good afternoon" I smiled, "I'm David, Betty arranged for me to visit."
"Come in" she said and I followed her through into a very well kept lounge with modern furniture.
I put my case down and took a seat. Elizabeth went to the kitchen and brought back a tray with a cafetiere and some biscuits.
We sat and chatted and she asked me about massage and how she had heard that Betty was feeling much better after my visits. She said that her right shoulder and left leg were her problem and asked if there was anything I could do for her.
I said I was sure there was but I would need to take a look. She became a little embarrassed and eventually asked just what was involved.
I reassured her and said that to effectively ascertain and treat the problem I would have to be able to manipulate her on a table or a high bed. She took me into the bedroom and there was a sizeable bed there, which would have been OK but was a little low. We had passed a dining room on the way in and there was a very sturdy dining table in the middle of it about six feet by three. I mentioned that this was ideal and if she could find a blanket to put on it then it would be almost the same as my normal treatment table.
She wandered off and five minutes later the table was set up. I moved my case into the room and took out some bottles. I waited.
Elizabeth came into the room wrapped in a large white towel. I asked her if she needed any help getting up on the table but she assured me that she did not. I looked out of the window while she was doing it and turned round when I heard her say "ready."
She was lying face down on the table with the blanket draped over her shoulders. I asked her to relax as much as possible and slowly removed the towel from her shoulders folding it back over her waist, just past the top of her white panties. She was naked from the waist up.
I started to feel her back and shoulders and although it seemed fairly tight and knotty, I really did not have a clue what I was doing. I asked her where the pain was and she directed my hands to the appropriate area. I said I thought I could feel something and after a small amount of kneading of the area asked if that was better – she answered that it was.
