Saturday morning I spent food shopping. I aimed to get to Annie's by two that afternoon and thought I'd better go prepared so I shaved and showered.
Of course I knew that there would be more to my visit than just picking up my wages. Annie's excuses for forgetting were obviously by design. I certainly wasn't complaining.
It was another warm day so I dressed appropriately in t-shirt and shorts and thin canvas shoes on my feet.
Arriving at Annie's just before two I knocked at the front door. No response I knocked again and this time I heard a shout, "COMING, JUST A MOMENT."
After a short time the door opened, "Sorry dear, come in," said Annie, I stepped inside, "through to the kitchen dear."
Standing in the kitchen it seemed an age before Annie appeared. As she walked gingerly in I could see she was in some pain, "You alright Annie?" I asked.
"Not really John, let me sit down a minute," she replied.
I helped her to a chair, "What's up? What have you done?" I asked.
"Pulled my back somehow. All I did was bend over to pick up my slippers and Ouch, that was it. Don't know what I've done," she explained.
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked.
"I'm not sure dear. I haven't long been out the bath, I thought a hot soak might help...perhaps you could help me up to my bed, that might be best," she said.
"Yeah sure no problem," I said.
Helping her the best I could we eventually made it to her room. She laid herself down flat on her back and let out a sigh of relief, "Oh that's better, thank you dear," she said.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked in all innocence.
"Well there is something! Are you any good at massaging?" she asked.
"I don't know, I've never tried doing it to be honest," I said.
"It's just that I think it would really help. Would you mind giving it a try?" she asked.
"Well I don't mind trying but I'm not sure I'll be any good," I replied.
"I'd be grateful if you could try John, it can't do any harm can it," she said.
"OK, what do you want me to do?" I asked.
"If I can roll over on to my front," she said as she began to move.
Annie was wearing a white bathrobe and I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra so I wondered if she had anything on underneath. I soon found out. As she laid on her side with her back to me she undid her robe pulled it out the way and rolled onto her front.
"Pull this out the way will you dear," she said.
I pulled her robe from her, she had to lift herself slightly to free it completely. She was, totally naked.
She now laid flat on her front, hands straight down by her sides and head facing towards me.
"That's better, now if you could rub my back dear, right down the base, that's where it hurts," she said.
Standing beside the bed I did as she asked and gently rubbed, "Oh yes that's it, press harder," she said.
Her skin felt hot and silky smooth under my hands as I continued to massage, "You seem to have the touch John, that feels so good. A little lower," she said.
I rubbed lower. "A little lower please dear," she said and bending her arm around, managed to guide my finger between the top of her bum cheeks, "just there dear."
Not knowing what to do with my other hand I laid it on her leg as I continued with my finger.
"That's good dear, a little further though would be nice," she said.
Running my finger further down between her fleshy buttocks the tip found her arsehole. Annie moaned softly.