This is my first foray into the world of writing erotic stories. This is a stand alone story. There will also be another story "The Shower" which is a follow on from this but can also be read as a stand alone story. I hope you enjoy.
It was a lovely autumn day on Sunday so I drove to the woods to see the lovely colours on the leaves. As I walked through the woods I decided to climb the large hill nearby to see the colours from above. It's been a while since I did any serious walking and my body was out of condition and by the time I'd reached the top I was in serious pain. My legs were in agony and I had great difficulty getting back down and back to my car.
The drive home was difficult and I was pleased to get back home and into a hot bath. The hot bath took away some of the pain for a while but it wasn't a permanent solution. I laid on the sofa watching TV for the evening before taking some painkillers and going to bed. The painkillers helped a bit and I managed to sleep fitfully.
I woke on Monday morning, tired and stiff and moving was difficult. More pain killers and an analgesic rub helped a bit. A friend rang and asked if I wanted to go for lunch.
"Sorry, no can do. I can hardly walk today" I replied.
"Oh! No." She said. "What's happened?"
I told her the story about my walk.
"What you need is a good massage, and I know just the person." She said. " He's not cheap but he's very good and you will be so much better when he's finished"
"I'm not sure about being massaged by a man and I don't think I could travel just now." I replied trying to shut down the idea.
My friend pressed me. "Come on." She said. "He's really good and will look after you very well. He does home visits. I've used him a couple of times and he really has been good for me.
"OK, give me his number." I reluctantly replied. Thinking that I didn't have to do it but it would get my friend off my back about it.
She gave me the number and I jotted it down, and put it on the kitchen worktop and got on with my day. By lunchtime I was in agony again and the painkillers weren't helping at all so reluctantly I called the masseur. I explained the problem and asked if he could help. The earliest he could get to me was Wednesday morning which wasn't ideal but it was the best I could do.
He asked how I found him and I told him my friend had given me his number.
I could hardly wait for Wednesday which seemed to take an age to come. I got up, still in pain. I showered and had a light breakfast. I stayed in my underwear and my dressing gown as I didn't know what he would want me to wear.
He arrived just after ten-o-clock. He was older than he sounded on the phone and was a really pleasant guy.
" Where do you want to do this?" I asked.
"Well," He said. "The table is six feet long and two and a half feet wide and I need to be able to move all round it easily"
I took him into the lounge and asked "Will this do?"
"Fine," he said, " Do you want to get ready while I get set up?"
" What do you want me to wear?" I asked.
" Ideally, just bra and panties" was the response. " Old ones if you have them because the massage oils may stain some materials. Your long hair will get in the way, so could you put it up into a bun?"
I was a bit unsure about the bra & panties bit, but I suppose you can't massage somebody fully clothed, and it was better than being naked
"OK," I said as I headed upstairs to get ready. I found some old white cotton panties and an old unflattering bra. I didn't want to look too appealing in front of a strange guy, even though he did come with a good recommendation. I put my hair up into a bun, slipped into my robe and went back to the lounge. I paid him his forty pounds fee and hoped it would be worth it.
The table was all set up with a crisp white sheet and a headrest.
"Right," he asked, "Are you ready to get started?"
I replied, "Yes, if you are"
"OK. I'll turn round while you take off your robe and lie on the table, face down with your arms by your sides and your head on the rest. Let me know when you are ready"
This guy is a gent, I thought, really considerate as I did as he asked and said "Ready."
I heard him come to the table and he gently ran his hands over my arms and legs.
"I can see where the issues are and I'll soon have you sorted" He said.
I felt some warm oil dripped onto my upper back and he started to massage it into my shoulders and neck. I felt good already and he'd only just started. I began to relax and just feel his strong hands working on me. The aroma of the oil was also helping my relaxation.
After doing my neck and shoulders he started on my arms and my upper body. The pains eased a lot.
"I'm sorry" He said "I'm going to have to unfasten your bra to be able to massage your spine properly. Is that OK?"
"I suppose so." I replied, not entirely comfortable with it, but trusting his expertise.
He unhooked my bra and pulled the straps to the sides and began on my spine. His fingers were magic and very soothing. He moved outwards to massage my sides and his hands were brushing the sides of my breasts. It felt good. I knew it was just part of his treatment but that made it all the more erotic. I was starting to feel a little horny. Not wanting to show how much he was affecting me I suppressed the feelings.
His hands worked further down my back and slipped inside my panties to massage my buttocks. I was worried about how far he would go down there, but he never touched anywhere sensitive.
My feet and legs were next and he started working his way up. It was sheer bliss as all the muscles relaxed under his touch. When he got to the top of my thighs and started to massage the insides, his hand kept bumping against my pussy. I thought it was unavoidable and once again pushed down the feelings it was generating.
