{This is a simple tale, not intended to be erotic at all. It is just what happened, lots of emotions involved for me, so I jot it down.
I knew our friend Cindy from our bowling league. We were both very young. Back then I worked part time as a masseur, the idea being to make a few extra bucks to help with the rent. I had other jobs, of course, no male massage therapist I ever knew made an actual living doing massages.
Well, a couple of gay ones I knew about did OK, but I ain't gay.
My client base was nearly all housewife types, women in their 30's to 60's, (one was 73 and lots of fun) I think the reason was that I was young, cute, and in shape and that helped. The pretty young things in their 20's that were single seemed as scarce as the proverbial hen's teeth.
Oh, I did work on some, normally after meeting them somewhere and dating a bit. Those were different scenarios, no pay involved. To be honest here, those situations often meant I did exactly the same things (plus more) that I did with quite a few of the housewife types.
Working, I kept it to just touch, hands. I have no doubt that I could have had sex with literally hundreds of them over the years, I just didn't. I got groped a few times, had women expose themselves, a few came right out and asked me point blank to fuck them.
Some women can be extremely blunt, some are far more coy and drop little hints, and some sigh and moan. The majority were just massages, rubdowns, perfectly legitimate. Especially when I worked at a Chiropractor's office for a couple of years. That was arms, legs, shoulders and backaches, but even there, I ran into a couple of them that wanted more.
Working freelance, in my spare bedroom at home, that scenario seemed to cause a far higher percentage to drop hints.
Cindy was different, and working on her was the first time I ever did a session with the husband there and watching. We did have rules, laws, even back then. They just were not enforced like they are in today's world, now we have a State massage board and all of that.
In today's world, if a masseur dares to touch a bare breast, or expose them, that is a good way to end up with one's face in the newspapers. I will say here that since everyone is adults, the State laws are asinine. But that is just my opinion.
(Enough of my ranting, this is the story of my friend Cindy.}
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It was a late August when Cindy came by for a massage. One of those rare days on the Oregon coast that was hotter than blazes, it was close to 100 degrees out there.
Things had developed to where I was working on her every two or three weeks. One would think that since our sessions were very intimate that my wife Debra would be upset, but she really is lacking in any jealousy at all.
In fact, she gets a kick out of me having some fun, which is what massaging women is to me. I tell her everything, just like she shares what goes on at her clinic.
Debra is a Doctor, she sees and touches people in various stages of undress every day, so nudity to her in meaningless. My doing a massage for a female friend with the lady completely naked does not bother my wife one bit.
So, Cindy was lying on my table, and she was most certainly completely naked.
I was about halfway through, getting close to the point where she would be turning over when she spoke.
"Danny? Remember that time when you worked on me with Jim watching it?" She asked. I certainly did, and told her so.
"He told you that you could... you know.. have sex with me, if you wanted to, that is."
"Yes, I remember that, of course I do." She turned onto her side, looked up at me and smiled.
"But you didn't want to? Why not?" Her question caused me to pause for a moment.
