My life was running along smoothly until that fateful day in March of 2020. I have been married to my husband John for 25 years, and have an adult daughter who has been out on her own for a few years. We were empty nesters who enjoyed our lives together and stayed very busy, with many friends and with jobs that left us with little spare time. John worked long hours in a factory as a supervisor, and I worked as a hairdresser with hectic hours.
We were not wealthy, but with our combined income we managed to have all the things we needed and most of the things we wanted. It's true that we pretty much lived paycheck to paycheck, but as long as we both worked everything was good. Then came the statewide shutdown! John's job was not immediately affected but the salon where I worked closed without any notice. My mind raced trying to figure out how I was going to pay the bills, as I had always managed the finances in our household.
If this lasted very long I hoped that some of my clients would come to my house to have their hair done, but it turned out that most were afraid to go out anywhere because of the virus. A trusted friend came to my house to get a haircut in my makeshift basement salon, and noticed the massage table set up in a separate room next to my stylist chair. He mentioned to supplement my income, I could start doing massages. After he left I gave his idea some thought, as I was a licensed massage therapist, having been certified along with my cosmetology license.
A little about me, 5'7" tall, 150#, natural curly red hair, to mid back, perky 36-C breasts and a pretty tight ass. Most people say I am pretty, with a good figure for a forty eight year old. I have strong hands and muscular legs from being on my feet 8 to 10 hours a day at work. My husband and I have an average sex life, which could always be better.
As March turned into April with no end in sight for the pandemic, and money running dangerously low, my thoughts again turned to the massage table in the basement. I decided to post on CL for relaxation massages, and was surprised at the few responses I received. Most were from men, many asking questions like; do you require draping, is this a full body massage, what do you wear, do you offer happy endings? When I realized what they were referring to I replied it was a legit massage and no happy endings. When I sent that type of response I never heard back from most of them.
I had heard all about the massage's that finished with a happy ending. I did not plan on doing any of that, besides it was illegal, and I was married and didn't think John would approve. I did think in the back of my mind, what would I say or do if the question was asked.
One morning a gentleman called and asked for a massage that afternoon. I told him the massage was eighty dollars and yes, I could accommodate him on short notice. My first male client, I was so happy I could squeal. He showed up on time and things went well, he never mentioned anything about a happy ending, and he even left a five dollar tip. Then a lull for over a week before I booked my second male client. It went well also and another five dollar tip. At this rate I would never be able to pay the bills.
May arrived and the pandemic roared on. John had his hours cut at work, along with a corresponding pay cut. Now I am beginning to panic. I have only done a couple of massages, and only a few haircuts. With slightly different wording and a picture of myself I tried a new CL post. The emails rolled in and I booked a massage, for a guy, for that afternoon. He had asked about draping and I told him it was optional. He also asked what I would wear and I told him probably a sundress, as it was a warm day.
With the time approaching for my third male massage client, I prepared everything. Clean sheets on the table, massage oil warming, dim lighting and soft music. Then I prepared myself with a quick shower and dressed in a sundress that came down to mid thigh, and showed off my long legs, When I heard the doorbell I took a deep breath and welcomed in a handsome, 50 something gentleman. We introduced ourselves. His name was Ted and I led him to the massage room, instructed him to undress to his comfort level, showed him where to place his clothing and handed him a sheet to cover himself with. I then left the room and closed the door.
I gave him a few minutes to get ready then knocked before entering. He was on the table and waiting, draped with the sheet. I thought to myself that he did ask me if draping was required. With him on his stomach I slid the drape down to his butt and began to massage his neck and back, as we carried on a nice quiet conversation. When I moved to his legs I slid the drape up to his butt and started with his feet, working up to his calves then to his thighs.
While massaging his upper thighs I pushed the drape up to expose part of his butt and I pulled his legs apart just a little to gain better access to knead the inside of his thighs. As I worked, the back of my fingers would lightly brush against his scrotum, then I began working the muscles in his butt. When I finished his left side I moved around the table and repeated on the right side. I told him he had some tight gluteus muscles and asked if he would like for me to work on them some more, and he agreed. I pushed the sheet up to expose his entire butt, then worked out some knots in his gluteus. We were approaching the time for him to turn over so I held the drape as he rolled over.
