Work, work work....sleep! Repeat! I didn't really appreciate how much physical labor goes into operating a retail drugstore until a dear friend told me to give it a try. He had the same college degree as me and thought I might be a good fit. I was leaving a budding career in fitness club management because I had topped out with my salary and got passed over for the next promotion. Only one week in and my lower back was killing me. The glamorous part of retail is the holiday sales, but what most people don't realize is that most of those sale items arrive months before the event and make it hard to move around our stockrooms for weekly and daily items. One evening, I decided that I needed some physical pampering and scrolled through my phone for a local massage spot with good prices and immediate availability. In no time, I located one in a neighboring town only 15 minutes away. I was approximately 32 by then and was a solid 200 lbs. I was relatively fit and took care of myself and family.
As I rolled up to the address, I discovered that the actual massage parlor address was a former small drugstore as well. I rang the bell and was quickly invited in by a bouncy voluptuous vixen. She appeared to be in her late 60's and very fit. She must have been a knockout in her 20's...but she's a stunner now. I was shocked into reality by her firm grip around my hand as she led me inside and to our massage room. She told me her name was Diana and wanted to know what I was interested in today. I was too shy to admit what I was really interested in, once I saw her firm ass as she bent over to pick up sheets and towels for the massage table. My mouth was dry at the idea of what those thick globes of comfort would feel like bouncing on my thighs. I began to undress fully in front of her while she got the table set up. As she finished, her eyes caught her first sight of my thick, veiny hunk of meat. I finally answered..."whatever you feel is best!"
She smiled, lifted the sheet and motioned for me to climb onto the table and lay on my front with my arms out over the side. My face was positioned in the center of a face cushion with a hole in the middle, which allowed me to not only breathe, but actually see her shapely legs, up to the tops of her thighs. She dimmed the lights, lit some candles and warmed the massage oil as we got acquainted. We made small talk as she got the light spa music going. Diana told me that she used to be a Call Girl out in Vegas, but she moved back here when she retired so she could help her aging parents, who had both passed a couple of years back. They left her the money to start her own spa and she jumped at the chance to get back into an environment that she felt most comfortable in. She worked out every morning, ate healthy and loved to walk on the naughty side when the right opportunity presents itself. I smiled at that comment because as she said it, not only did I hear her pouring massage oil into her hands, but as her robe hit the floor, I knew she was was rubbing that oil on her perky tits. The moment her hands touched my shoulders, the heady aroma of her pussy wafted across my nose from just beyond my sight. This was going to be worth every penny!
