Ann and I were married for a little over 53 year. Actually, it was 53 years, one month and two days. For the first 40 plus years, we each had our own careers and friends, but we spent our spare time together. That union produced three Wonderful sons and six beautiful grand children. We kept very busy.
Ever since we both retired, we spent almost every hour of our life together. We had been High School sweethearts. She was the first girl I ever kissed, let alone had sex with. We were both virgins on our wedding night. I can remember the combination of raw nerves and total excitement beyond words as we made love for the first time. Together we learned, loved, and built a wonderful life together...and then it was over in a flash!
Ann was killed, I say murdered, by a young hood that was high on something and behind the wheel of his daddy's big Lexus 460 Sedan. Ann was just leaving St. Michaels Church where she volunteered every Friday. The car tore recklessly out of the Bar's parking lot. She never saw him coming.
I descended into a deep depression. Family and friends tried to console me but they had very little success. One person who refused to give up on me was Judy. Judy and her husband Dan had become dear friends with Ann and me. When Dan died, Ann and I were there for Judy. In the ensuing months, the three of us became even closer. We helped Judy. Now I was the one who needed the help.
Ann and I loved Baseball games. One day, Judy told me that she just happened to have two great seats to our favorite team. After a lot of cajoling, I agreed to attend with her. It was like old times. I had a great time.
One day, Judy called me and told me she needed a favor. "Sure," I said, "What can I do for you?" Judy said she didn't want to ask over the phone. Instead, she invited me to her home for dinner that night. Judy had all of Ann's recopies and she knew just what I liked. After dinner, we moved to the patio desert. Judy then broached the topic of her favor. She explained that she was the Class Reunion Committee Chairperson. Their 50th reunion was fast approaching. They had decided to have a dinner dance at a very expensive restaurant. "It will be semi formal..." She stumbled over her words. "And I was wondering. That is I would..." More hesitation. Finally the dam broke. "I need a date and I was wondering if you would agree to escort me to the dance?" I'm not certain, but I think she was trembling as the words spewed forth.
Well, what's a gentleman to do? Besides, I think Judy knows that I love to dance. "I would be honored to escort the beautiful and sexy chairman of the entire shindig!"
The Dinner dance went off perfectly. Judy's planning was exceptional. She looked stunning in her floor length formal. It was sort of like being at the senior prom with Ann. We danced almost every dance. One slow dance, as I held her in my arms, I couldn't believe how intoxicating her scent was. I was a little embarrassed when I realized I had the hardest erection I had experienced in years. I hoped Judy didn't notice it...or possibly, she did.
One day a week or so after the reunion, Judy called me. "I hope you're up for another favor!" she said. "I need your help again. Can you come over this evening? I have a new hobby to show you."
A few hours later, I knocked on Judy's door. She answered the door wearing a white cotton tee shirt and a pair of very tight white stretch pants. A white cotton robe completed her outfit. I had never seen these clothes before.
She excitedly told me, "I'm taking a massage class at the Y! Come into the spare bedroom and take a look at my new table." She went on to tell me that the final exercise of the class was to give a massage to someone not associated with the class and to have them report on the experience. "I'm hoping you will be my subject."
Several thoughts raced through my mind. The first was the idea of her long slender fingers touching and caressing my body. The second was a concern. What if I got a woody from all of the stimulation? What would I be wearing? What was Judy wearing under that robe?
A gentle tug on my arm interrupted my reverie. "Please?" Then she batted her eyes and flashed that wonderful smile. "What's a guy to do? Of course, I said yes.
"How do we begin?" Judy indicated a dressing screen where I could hang up my clothes. "There are luxurious towels for your comfort. Get out of your clothes and climb on the table on your stomach. Throw a towel over your butt and then put your hands above your head and grab the handholds.
I'll get the oils I have warming in the kitchen."
