All people having sexual activity in this story are over eighteen.
Foreword.
This is a story of a young, well-endowed man whose mother had inherited her father's very popular Retirement Village set on a seventy-five-acre site beside a river which had the best line of salmon fishing in the north of England. Barry's grandfather had been a farmer with a very large arable and mixed farming operation. His son, George, was a very successful architect who had the vision to create a hundred a thirty-five-apartment retirement village on the site.
They converted the mansion house into a thirty-bedroom hotel for salmon anglers on fishing holidays. The development included a fully equipped indoor swimming pool, restaurant, bar, and a large room for yoga and other fitness activities. The fishing season lasted from February until the end of November.
Growing up in that place was beautiful; Dad had died two years ago when I was sixteen, he'd asked me several times if I wanted to become an architect but it wasn't for me as I loved the village so much, I wanted to work there. A year before he died, dad sold his architect's company for a lot of money.
Mum and gran spent a lot of time around the village but not really working, making floral displays and talking with the residents. The director of nursing and Tom, the massage therapist, managed the day to day running of the village. When I was younger, I spent a lot of time with Tom; he was a Certified Geriatric Masseur. I was forever pulling muscles, straining ankles, getting injuries that any teenager would get. Tom would massage me, and I'd be better. He taught me about posture and stretching, but he also taught me about every area of the body and what injuries could damage the body. He also let me read his vast library of books on massage and physiotherapy, I had many questions for him and he always took the time to explain everything to me.
Tom retired a year ago and went for an extended holiday to visit his daughter and grandchildren in Australia. I still kept in touch with him through WhatsApp as he was always keen to hear what was happening around the village as he'd worked there for thirty-eight years.
Since Tom left, we had brought in two massage therapists, both of them were useless. One day I was having a coffee with mum and Carol, the director of nursing, Tom had told me about an online course for Massage Therapist. Tom had told with the knowledge I had I could have asked for the exam papers on my first lecture and I would have passed.
Mum and Carol were happy about it, so I enrolled. Even though I was still at school, I went online in the evenings and at weekends and, honestly; I knew the answers to all the questions. I had sent Tom a WhatsApp message to tell him I was taking the online course. He told me there would be no problem. Two days after my eighteenth birthday, I passed my Massage Therapist course with distinction. Carol was the first I told, and she told me she wanted and suggested one in four days' time. Mum and gran had gone shopping, so I messaged Tom to tell him I'd passed and Carol wanted a massage on Friday morning.
Tom's reply surprised me, "Barry, wonderful news, I knew you would do it easily. Let me prepare you for Carol's massage. She'll want a full body massage and she'll be naked when you massage her. She'll tell you this in my old massage room. I've sent you an email with links to Yoni massage. A Yoni massage is a sensual massage focusing on a woman's vulva and vagina, which elderly women enjoy for the intense orgasms it provides. Check all my links and you'll understand it in an hour. Questions, feel free and I'll answer them for you. Your mum has a friend, Sal, who's a geriatric gynaecologist. She's got a clinic which specialises in Yoni massage. Ask Babs if she could ask her if you could spend a couple of weeks with her as you would learn a lot from her and the work she does in her clinic. Keep me posted, kind regards, Tom."
I checked my email, there was nothing from Tom. A minute later, I had an email with all the links. An hour later I knew so much about Yoni massage, which is a very intimate pussy massage. I was still a virgin, but I now had the knowledge to give a woman incredible sexual pleasure using my fingers, mouth, and tongue.
I went into the bistro which was part of the bar, there were a lot of the residents finishing their lunch. I ordered a lasagne and sat in a quiet corner thinking of phoning mum to tell her my good news. One receptionist saw me and came over and said, "Barry, your mum phoned a couple of hours ago and asked me to tell you she'd left her phone in her apartment and if wanted to speak to her to call her on your gran's smartphone."
I laughed and told I'd call her as now I was now a Certificated Massage Therapist. We talked about a lot of the residents missing Tom and the two useless masseurs we had since Tom left. She asked when I'd start and I told her we get the painters in to give it a lick of paint to freshen it up before I started.
I then phoned gran and told her my good news, she told me she needed a good massage as she hadn't had a good one since Tom left and her body was creaking. She then put me on to mum, mum was so happy as she knew I would do a good job.
I told her that Tom had suggested I spend some time in Sal's clinic where I'd get a lot of experience with working with Geriatric patients. Mum told me she was with Sal in a boutique. She told Sal that I'd now graduated and explained what Sam had suggested; she put Sal on to me.
Sal congratulated me and told me she was only working three days a week as she had a marvellous staff. This week she was working, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday and suggested I come to her clinic at nine tomorrow. She also suggested I stay with her as that would save the hour and a half drive I would have there and back to her clinic every day. I thanked her for that and would take her up on her kind offer of accommodation. I looked forward to seeing her at nine tomorrow morning.
I was happy that someone had arranged this, as Sal was a very competent doctor. After she qualified, she got a position in the clinic she now owns. The doctor who owned the clinic, twenty-five years older than Sal, started dating her. They married six months later and found they couldn't have children. He wanted to adopt, but Sal didn't want this. He died a year ago when Sal was thirty-nine.
