She felt like she was due for a massage. She had been working out like a demon and had lost a bunch of weight. She was in her prime, well-muscled and strong in both body and spirit.
The kids were still in school , so she had a couple of hours. She picked up the phone and dialed the director of the Rehab Center next door. He had told her, “Call me anytime if you want a a massage. I keep my table in my car, so I’m always available. No charge, of course.”
Kristie wasn’t sure if he was trying to hit on her or if was he trying to get her in the program? She decided to chance it. He practically jumped the fence he got there so fast!
He was a nice enough guy, straight, a little mustache, thinning hair, but still vigorous in his forties. But she wasn’t interested in sex with him, so she hoped she wouldn’t have to say,”No.”
He came in politely dressed in some tan khakis and a plaid shirt tucked properly into his belt. He directed her to disrobe. She easily complied; she wasn’t shy about her body. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, “You got here so fast, I didn’t have time to shower after my dance class.”
“Oh, that won’t matter,” he said avoiding her gaze as he set up the table in the middle of the living room. She thought she saw him smiling. He started in on her back digging into the muscles in her neck and spine, buttocks and thighs. Her body was taught and glistened with a youthful glow. She was completely tan except for a small diamond shape between her legs where the sun never shined.
He worked for about a half an hour and then had her flip over. When she opened her legs to set herself comfortably on her back, her musk permeated the room. It wasn’t at all repulsive and in sitting up she couldn’t help it. She was in her breeding prime. Her body was an attractant to men.
Of course the masseuse was affected by the opening of her flower, but he kept his professional demeanor and covered her privates with a clean white towel he had thought to bring. He left hurriedly at the end of one hour, folding up the table without making eye contact.
Later he would shower and stroke himself into submission as he covered his face with the same towel he had used to cover her lingering female essence. In this way he was loyal to the Twelve Steps, he was faithful to his wife, he had done a good deed by giving the massage, and he got a good auto fantasy out of the deal. He figured it was a total win.
Kristie went in to shower immediately, got dressed, picked up the kids, and headed over to Jack’s work to deliver him some lunch. He met them with a fork lift, and laughed as he picked up the whole car and held them there suspended in mid air. The kids squealed with delight, but all Kristie could think of was the ride she would give Jack later that night.
(First published 4/25/12)
