This story is factually based with embellishments for entertainment.
When I first started dating my wife, she told me that she had two children that lived with her. At first I told her that I wasn't going to get serious with anyone that had children. I was too old to have that extra responsibility and activity in my life. She explained that they would be moving out in a couple of years. So since we had just started seeing each other I told her, "Let's see how things evolve." Because I really liked her personality, how she thought and how she saw things in a different light.
After a couple of years had passed, we moved in together after her children had moved out on their own. Then, her daughter had gotten pregnant from a man she did not want to be with, so she moved in with us. I felt we needed to help her with her new baby and now being jobless because of the moving from another distant city.
When Zoe, the daughter, was ready to find work, we found out that she wanted to become a Certified Massage Therapist. She could work her schooling schedule around my wife's schedule so someone could babysit.
Zoe started taking her classes and wanted to practice on us, which was fine with us, since we could always use a massage.
One Saturday morning, she asked me if I wanted a massage. I told her that I had planned a long bike ride, but would like to have a massage after I got back. I told her to give her mom a massage in the mean time, she really needed one. She agreed to that.
When I got back from my bike ride I asked Zoe, "Am I still getting a massage?"
She answered, "Of course, I need the practice."
So I went to take a shower, while my wife said that she was going to take the baby to the park and take a nice walk.
When I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked to the family room where Zoe had the massage table set up.
She said, "I'm ready for you, lay face down and keep the towel over your butt." Then giggled a little.
I smiled at her then positioned myself on the table and kept the towel on me. She straightened out the towel as I couldn't get it in the right spot. She explained to me her procedure and technique that she was supposed to follow, but was still in the early learning process.
I said, "Don't worry about it, do the best that you can, your goal is to make your client feel good, right?"
She said, "Yes, but I still need to get it right."
I said, "You're just starting out and learning, you'll be okay."
Just give you a brief description of Zoe at that time, she was 22 y.o., 5'8" tall and weighed about 130 lbs. (guessing), long reddish brown hair, which she had tied up for the massage, green eyes, and body measurements of 34C-26-36.
I only saw her as my wife's daughter and not having one inkling or notion about her sexually. She was attractive with a hot body, but I never thought anything of it, she was just Zozo to me.
She started the massage by warming up my muscle tissue in my back and then my neck. My neck is where she started the deep tissue massage, then worked my shoulders, then arms and hands. Then she rubbed a liberal amount of oil on my back and worked on it for a while with a variety of techniques. She then went down to my right foot and worked her way up my lower leg, then thighs. When she got to my butt, she draped the towel strategically to make sure I was not exposing any private areas. She did a good job working on my butt, for which I needed from my long bike ride.
As she was working on my butt crease where it meets my thigh, I felt a draft hitting my crotch as if the towel was not covering me entirely, but Zoe kept working on me like nothing was improper. Then as she slid her hand down from the back of my thigh down to the inside part of my thigh, and her hand rubbed up against my scrotum. She didn't stop or hesitate and kept going. She moved down the inside of my thigh to my knee and then back up. When she arrived at my crotch she brushed up against my scrotum again.
I waited a moment to see what was going to happen next. Then, Zoe started working on my left foot and worked her way up the leg just like she did on my right leg. When she got to my inner thigh, she did the same thing, she rubbed against my ball sac.
On her return trip down and up my thigh, she brushed against my scrotum again, but this time she opened her hand and started fondling my balls and caressing my perineum. I got startled but didn't do anything, because it felt really hot.
She then spoke, "Are you okay with this technique?"
I hesitated but answered, "Is this a new type of massage?"
She laughed and said, "Yes, it's my own, that I do for special clients."
I asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
