I’m a longtime reader but this is my first post… names have been changed and a few details omitted. First a bit about me. I’m a 42-year-old man, about six foot, fit. I was in a car accident on a business trip a few years back and broke a lot of bones. I recovered, but my doctor recommended that I visit a massage therapist to work out some of the muscle and nerve problems that I still had. I had never done massages before but my insurance covered it, so why not? I did some research and found a female licensed massage therapist in the area who had great reviews. Her name was Irene, a 28-year-old with her own two room clinic in a strip mall. I didn’t know this beforehand but Irene was downright gorgeous. Five foot two, barely a hundred pounds. She has dirty blonde hair, a beautiful face – with blue eyes. She has perky b-cups, a slim waist and the most incredible thighs. This girl exercises daily and her body is lean, but she’s been blessed with wide (for her size) hips and an extraordinary bubble butt – a figure hard not to notice as she always does her treatments in form fitting tops and leggings. Sigh.