It can get interesting for a guy [M] when the masseuse [F] is a accident

Back in my 20’s I managed to wrench my back. Pain pills helped but interfered with my work, one day a friend suggested a massage therapist. I gave that a try, she was an older woman named Lynn, no nonsense, unlicensed, I was just a body to her. Her job was to try and heal it, and that is what she did. To give an idea of how long ago, she charged $13 per hour, I tipped $2 which was a lot in the early 70’s.

Yep, with happy ending… just sometimes though, if that makes sense. If “it” got in the way, she got rid of the problem. First she would put one hand on my forehead and one on my stomach, most of the time that made things go down and I am not sure why. If that didn’t work, she would just take hold and drain the thing, like I said, no nonsense. She never bothered to ask, nor did I. As time went on, the hand job became more normal than not. But, being at least 30 years older than me, a few years of every Saturday mornings and she quit working. I found out much later why, as she had sadly passed.

Which left me needing a new masseuse. I discovered quickly the real world was quite different than my first personal experience. I embarrassed myself, a few other therapists, got indignantly kicked out of one place once, and got quite a few very lousy massages. I had about given up, when a friend suggested a new place, gave me the number. No name on the building, no sign, just a door in a large building that had a pizza place on the other end. I called, mentioned my friend, when I arrived the door opened as I prepared to knock. (Must have been a camera or something but I never saw one) An older woman, seriously overweight took me back, told me to shower and Connie would be right in. I was grateful, because I was cringing at the idea of the old lady doing the rubdown I had just paid her $40 for..

I got undressed and was preparing to step in the shower when someone knocked. The door opened, in stepped… Connie, my next door neighbor! (I had been to dinner with her 21 year old daughter a couple of times but that went nowhere since she liked other guys also.) Connie was a fine looking 40ish woman, I saw her almost every day in the evenings, doing yard work, things like that. A few nice evening we had sat outside and visited, she liked to sip good whiskey and so did I. It was first name basis stuff, neighbors, friends. I had never asked what she did for a living. Lots of our talks were about how her Rose bushes never had a single off color leaf, and she grew tomatoes bigger than tennis balls, delicious. Neighbors at that time maybe 3-4 years I guess.

She looked at me, I looked at her. I was naked as a Jaybird, she had on a light and close to sheer pullover. “Danny? Oh, shit!” She said, then she busted up laughing. That got me to chuckling pretty good also. Finally she smiled and said, “You tell anybody about this and I will see you regret it.” With that, she slipped the coverup off her shoulders and… WOW!! Not a mark, not a blemish, snug and in shape, that body had been right there all this time hidden by her clothes and I had not even noticed.

We got in the shower and she soaped me nice and thoroughly, I hesitantly started soaping her up also, there was zero resistance. Stepping out, we dried each other. I got on the table, and in a few minutes it was almost like I was back with that first woman who ever massaged me. Excellent is not a good enough word. Her hands had already been everywhere during the shower so there was no hesitancy, I just laid there and let her do her thing. At one point I felt wet down there, opened my eyes to she her taking me in her mouth. She looked up and saw me watching, said, “I don’t understand how Tam let you get away.” (Tammy was her daughter, she always called her “Tam”.)

“Tammy and I never….” I said, my voice trailing off.

“I didn’t think so.” She smiled, then went right back to work. A few minutes later, she slid up on the table, hesitated. “Is this OK?” She asked, talk about an odd question. I just nodded. One thing, Connie sure did like to fuck. Somehow she managed to get me up and going reasonably good enough for time number three, my personal record. That last one was with her bent over the end of the massage table.

No condom, either, that never crossed my mind. (Yes, I know, don’t say it.)

Finally, we took another shower, she hugged me way longer than would be normal in any situation like that. “I have wanted to do that with you for years!” she grinned. On the way out, the old lady stopped me and asked for another $40, seems I had gone overtime by a full hour, so I handed her a pair of twenties to go with the pair I gave her on the way in.

Ok, needless to say, things changed in our neighborhood at home, Connie and I slipped into a mutually beneficial affair. I did ask her once if things like we did were normal for her, she understood and denied ever having full sex with a client, it was just me. I didn’t quite believe her, but she told me it was just hand jobs, $40, and she usually had them out in 30 minutes, about 6 to 8 every single day. Hell, with me it was well over two hours, so maybe I did sort of believe her.

Besides, if she was, she sure as hell somehow managed to stay tight down there, I am only a shade above normal and if she wasn’t well worked up it just would not fit. Some might say that what she did to earn money should bother me, but it didn’t.

I quit being concerned and just took things as they came. There was one funny situation though, Connie and I had dozed off on a Sunday, her Daughter was gone on a date. We had enjoyed a few of those whiskies and that made us tired. I had barely woken up, got down and was teasing Connie with my tongue to wake her up.

Tam’s date didn’t go well and she came home early, and yep. Caught us in bed.

“Danny? Oh, shit!” Word for word what her Mother had said that day when she walked in on me as her client. I quickly jumped under the covers but since I was on my knees on the bed licking her Mom when the door opened, any secrets went out the window.

“You missed out, Tam!” Her Mother told her. We all cracked up at that.

That affair lasted almost 3 long years, then Portland got a female mayor who was so ugly I doubt she had ever been laid and by golly she was going to make sure no one else ever would, either. (last name of Katz, you Oregon people will probably remember.) The massage places, of which by then there were a lot of them and they had gone to flashing signs and actually advertising the hand finish part, those all got cleaned out, in time they came back but they are all “Asian” now. Connie had no real skills, other than what she did, so she moved to Texas where things we supposed to be calmer.

Tam met and married some guy who was some big executive for the power company that gave her a rock she could use as an exercise weight, , and I was by then married to my 2nd wife Dotty. I did see Tam one afternoon much later, she was driving a pretty silver sports car that I don’t even know what it is called but I will bet it cost way more than my house. She told me her Mom was married to a guy who worked on an oil rig, and just a housewife.

Was Connie telling me the truth, that I was the only one? I don’t know, I sort of think so, since I never saw any other guys around her house, and I never caught anything (I took the time to check) I will say this, Connie was by far the best sexual experience of my entire life, and it was all sort of an accident.

One thing. I never went back to that massage parlor, no need. True tale here, I didn’t even change the names. Hell, I am 76 now, and anyone I mention is probably either dead or forgotten so it doesn’t matter. I was going to call her “Jennie” but this was all about 50 years ago, so nobody gives a fuck about names.

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