Prologue:
The following is an edited version of a previously published narrative. It's one of a number of stories I'm editing and reposting as time permits. And although the editing might not be perfect, it will be an improvement over the original.
As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Thank you.
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Introduction:
I've been getting a regular massage for as long as I can remember. Well, maybe not quite that long, but for a good fifteen years. And every other week at the end of the day on Friday unless something interferes, which isn't often. My current masseuse is Paula, who was recommended to me by my dear friend Lois about eight years ago, and I've been going to her ever since.
When I first started going to Paula, she was working at a hair salon where she plied her trade in a back room. She then decided to open her own business and relocated to a strip mall where she rented some retail space. Over time business boomed so she added another masseuse and then a masseur, along with a receptionist.
Paula is an attractive woman in her mid 60's now. She's been a masseuse for years, or a massage therapist as she likes to be called, and is very good at it. The two people working for her are both mature in age also. Bill is in his early 60's and Rita late 50's. As a result most of the clientele are older people.
While I've never had a massage from Bill, I have with Rita when Paula isn't available. She's as good as Paula, and is the masseuse my husband Walter will request when he schedules a massage, which isn't often. Only when he's in the mood, or stressed out from work. Rita is a very attractive woman, more so than Paula, which I assume has a lot to do with his preference for her.
As a side note, Bill and Rita have an ongoing relationship outside the business. Bill is divorced, while Rita lost her husband to cancer a few years ago. They make a nice couple and seem very devoted to each other, but aren't cohabitating as living together at a single residence. They split staying with each other between Rita's townhouse in town during the week, and Bill's house outside of town on weekends.
My husband and I are friendly with both of them, although we've never "socialized" with them. I find Bill attractive more than in a friendly way, and he seems to feel the same way about me as we often flirt with each other. Not that I would consider any of it over the line, and it never seemed to bother Rita if she happened to be around. If anything, she seemed to encourage it, and at times would join in with Bill. Her doing so might have something to do with a mutual attraction we seem to have for each other. Maybe more so on her part, as she always massages me in ways Paula never did.
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When I arrived one Friday for my regularly scheduled massage, Edna the receptionist informed me that Paula had to leave for an emergency, and wasn't expected back. Edna said she called me, but my phone went right to the mail box so I must have had it off. When I checked it, she was right. She then informed me Rita was busy with another client, but Bill could take me since he was free until closing.
Since I was already there and looking forward to a massage, I told Edna, Bill would be fine.
Edna let Bill know, whereupon he came to greet me and escorted me back to his room. Each of them has their own massage room and all the rooms are identical. Small, with a large and very comfy massage table in the center. Each room also has a small alcove where you can undress and dress in privacy.
The massage rooms have very little lighting by design. The available light is a combination of indirect lighting and scented candles. Each room also has a sound system with soothing music playing at a very low volume. Between the low lighting, scented candles and music, it makes for a very relaxing atmosphere. The intent is to put you in an entirely different world for the hour or so a massage takes.
Once Bill welcomed me and showed me to his room I used the alcove to undress. With Paula, I always remove all my clothes. Undergarments included. The only covering during the massage is a small towel, which I use to cover my pubic area when on my back. When on my stomach I'm completely exposed. No towel to cover my bum since l like having it massaged.
With Bill giving me a massage for the first time I hesitated about taking my bra off. Even my panties, but decided why not. It didn't make sense at my age since I'm not a shy person, or ashamed of my body. I always do with Rita when she fills in for Paula, and it wasn't as though Bill was a complete stranger, or someone I didn't feel comfortable with.
Once undressed I laid down on the massage table on my back and covered my pubic area with the towel. Just as I did, Bill knocked on the door and entered the room.
Once inside he informed me he retrieved my client card from Paula's files, which they all apparently have detailing what their regular customers like and dislike as far as a massage. The information is helpful for situations like today where Bill was substituting for Paula and giving me a massage for the first time.
Bill started reading from the card to me..."Says here Lacey, that what you like best is your lower back, bum cheeks, legs and thighs, and feet massaged. What you like least is your neck, shoulders and upper back done. It also states you like your massage while completely nude. Is that correct?"
"Yes it is Bill. And what a good idea to keep detailed information on your regular customers for each other."
Little did Bill know how happy I was I decided not to keep my panties and bra on. He probably would have thought it strange if I did. Maybe even felt slighted or offended. For once I made the right decision.
Bill then oiled up his hands with warm massage oil and began by massaging my feet first, which I love, then my lower legs and thighs. It didn't take long to realize he was very good. Like Paula, he knew all the places to apply just the right amount of pressure to give you a truly relaxing massage.
While doing my inner thighs, Bill would come within a whisper of touching my pussy under the towel, but never did. But close enough to cause it to tingle ever so slightly. I wasn't sure if it was from fear that he might, or wishing he would. Either way, the feeling was nice and not completely unlike when Paula, or especially Rita, massages my thighs.
So you'll know, this is the first time I ever had a massage by a masseur. Definitely a first. Not sure why I always get a massage from a masseuse, but I do. My guess is I simply feel more comfortable and relaxed with it being another woman.
My husband Walter is just the opposite. He only prefers masseuses. Claims he wouldn't feel comfortable with another man's hands all over him.
Once Bill was done with my legs and feet he moved to the upper front part of my body. First my arms and hands, and then my stomach, chest, and finally my breasts. I wasn't sure how he would massage them compared to Paula or Rita, but hoped for the best.
I'd be lying if I didn't say his hands on my breasts didn't excite me, but I often get the same way when Paula and Rita do them. More so with Rita.
While massaging someone's breasts versus fondling them is different, both can have the same effect. In my case my areola puckered and little bumps formed from the Montgomery glands swelling, while my nipples became hard and erect. And in my case, erect means nearly a half inch long.
When they did, I apologized about it..."Sorry Bill, but I react the same way with Paula or Rita. It's kind of embarrassing, but there's not much I can do about it. My breasts are very sensitive and always react that way to the slightest bit of stimulation."
"No reason to apologize, or to be embarrassed. You're not the only person it happens to. Even with some men. It's not uncommon at all."
