My readers will find a recurring massage theme and I admit that I have experimented with 'erotic massage' although it has never been my primary source of income, more of a hobby really. I leave it to the reader to decide where truth meets fiction: but they do actually meet.
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I didn't want Steve to go away with the Impression that my life as a masseur was one long string of erotic experiences with hot, willing, slightly frustrated, gym fit, statuesque, nubile, name your favourite hair colour, breast size etc etc.
For sure there had been those experiences and I enjoyed every minute of them to the full but there were delightful sessions with much more mature ladies. It is a sad fact of life that there are more widows on the planet than widowers and some of them have not lost their appetite for eroticism and that's my specialty.
I got a call one day from a woman who sounded very nervous on the phone. She was clearly a lady of, shall we say, many summers. She was quite open about being widowed and missing out on being touched. Would I massage her, she wanted to know.
"Do I have to take my clothes off?" She asked a little uncertainly.
"No, not at all," I replied, "you only take off what you want to take off. I can massage you fully clothed if you prefer as long as you wear a light cotton dress or something like that. Otherwise you won't feel a thing."
"Well that's all right then. I'll make up my mind at the appointment." And, having made a booking, she rang off. I immediately started thinking about her. It must be strange after years of sharing a bed with someone, even if actual sex might have been in the past, not to even get a little sensual touch. I resolved to make her experience special.
She duly arrived for her appointment wearing trousers! 'Another challenge' I thought as I showed her to the studio.
"I know you said a thin dress or something, so you must be wondering why I'm wearing trousers." I kept quiet as she paused, "I knew that I wanted to be touched on my bare skin but that, if I wore a dress, I would be a coward about taking off any clothes so I decided to wear trousers. Now I will have to take them off."
"Very brave." I said feeling empathy for this lovely lady. She was of indeterminate age but certainly well on in years. In my experience they often want to tell you once they are over eighty, so I'm guessing younger but who knows and what difference does it make anyway? Yes older people crave touch too and massage is a sensual or even erotic experience for their benefit not mine.
I explained the set up and told her to only remove what she wanted to remove then summon me with the bell.
I returned when summoned to find her face down and swathed in towels. I asked if I could remove the towel over her back to start the massage and she agreed. She wasn't wearing a bra, brave girl: good for her. I spent a long time on her back with very gentle almost butterfly strokes.
"Would you like me to do the back of your legs now?" I enquired and when she agreed I removed the lower towel. She was wearing fairly large white cotton panties and I have to say, that was what I was expecting. I worked on her legs from toes up to the tops of her thighs without letting it get too intimate. She murmured her approval.
"Will you turn over now please?" I asked, folding a towel discretely over her shoulders so that she could roll over without exposing her breasts. When she was settled comfortably on her back she surprised me with.
