I am a victim of the economy. After years of loyal service I lost my job a few years after a divorce. I was depressed and counting the weeks until the end of my unemployment benefits when a counselor suggested going back to school for training. Surfing the internet I found an on line training program in massage therapy, signed up and completed a course in six weeks. The on line school offered discount equipment and I purchased a portable massage table.
Certificate in hand I began to advertise in various places, mostly on line, specifying that I was only interested in female clients and that I did out reach services. At first there was very little response, but then the appointments began to come and each job seemed to lead to referrals.
I went to my first massage jobs wondering if massages would lead to sexual encounters, and for the first few weeks they did not. Several of my clients seemed to become aroused as I worked on them, but they always seemed to stop short of allowing themselves to let go while I was manipulating their muscles. But this all changed when I was referred to a 65 year married woman who lived in a penthouse apartment in the city where I work.
Like all my clients I asked her to begin face down and to take all of her clothing off and cover herself with a towel. Most of my clients had indicated that they were uncomfortable with being naked and had at least begun their sessions in a bra and panties. Many would take the bra off or unsnap the straps and many would allow me to manipulate their bare skin under their panties as I worked on their upper legs and their bottoms.
This lady was different. She opened a flannel robe revealing a naked and remarkably tight body and positioned herself on the table without seeming to care about a modesty towel. As I began working on her feet and legs her breathing changed and I could see that she was gently pressing herself against the table. I took my time working my way up her legs and spreading the scented baby oil that I use slowly into her inner thighs. By the time I had reached the base of her bottom with my oil and my fingers, it was obvious that she was experiencing a high degree of sexual arousal. She began to breath heavily, make little moaning noises and undulating her hips into the table.
Since this was the first client who had reacted in such an obviously sexual way, I was unsure of how to continue. After lingering for too long on be bottom and the small of her back, and allowing my fingers to find their way onto the space between her cheeks, I gently asked her if she wanted to turn over so that I could work on her front.
In a hoarse whisper she said no and told me that I should be able to tell what she needed. I responded by continuing to work on her bottom and by allowing an oiled finger to wander between her cheeks and to go lower and lower. Finally, as her movements prompted me, I let my hand drift between her legs and found both her anus and her vagina.
She was so aroused that it only took a few gentle twists of my fingers and she began to buck against the pressure of my hand, gasping and moaning as she clenched my hand between her legs. When she had calmed I continued to rub her back and her neck until she was sleeping.
I gently moved her from my table to her bed, covered her with a blanket and quietly slipped away with my equipment. Two days later I received a thank you note with a large gratuity (more money than the massage had cost) and a request for a follow up session. She is now a weekly customer, and she has referred me to a few of her friends who expect that my services will culminate in their complete satisfaction.
I love my new profession. Thank you bad economy.