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Over the years I’ve had back trouble that has bothered me to a lesser or greater degree. Don’t ask! Sven the younger broke his back as an idiot teenager. Could have been worse, I guess. If nothing else it makes me aware of what the weather is about to do, but it has caused me grief off and on ever since. During one of the times when it was being more than a passing nuisance, I was willing to try anything, and a friend recommended a special lady and I gave her a call. So by accident I found a Reflexologist who was also a very talented Aromatherapist. It’s not by any means an unusual combination, but to find a good one that will take you on cold is rare. Which is why, for about ten years now, I have been pampering myself on an irregular basis. Patricia – she liked the full form of her name, but she won’t read this anyway, so I’ll call her Pat – turned out to be a diminutive lady a couple of years younger than I was and a full foot shorter, at a little under five feet. Nevertheless, she had hands and arms that were stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. She wasn’t a bully, but when we first met she made it quite plain that there would be no nonsense either. “Okay, deary I’ll take you on. I’m sure I can do something to help. But let me say right from the start, this is straight! Forget anything you ever heard about sexy massages; you try anything and I’ll break bits of you off and feed them to you!” I had to laugh, even though I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that she meant it – totally. In any case, she was not a ‘sexy’ type. Her outfit, when she Kurtköy Escort was working, reminded me of the Communist Chinese uniform of the sixties and seventies: shapeless. Lord only knows what she was actually like underneath. In truth I didn’t care; she was darn good at what she did, and we got on well. One day I inadvertently paid her what she regarded as a very great compliment. As she finished, I was so completely relaxed I ended up in a deep sleep. I was her last patient of the day, so she let me sleep for about twenty minutes, then woke me with a very English cup of tea. I was embarrassed, but she insisted my going to sleep was the ultimate compliment. From then on, she always tried to book me into the last appointment, saying, “I’ll see if you end up sleeping with me again.” It made us both laugh. As time went by, our relationship became easier and cosier. We talked of our hopes and fears, our children, anything and everything under the sun. We were totally relaxed in each other’s company. One day I told her that her husband must be the luckiest man in the country, he must keep her very busy; I certainly would have done. She would have been giving me a massage every night. Pat became a little quieter at that. “Sven…” she said, “He can’t bear me touching him like that; in fact, we sleep in separate beds now.” And then, in a rare moment of complete candour, she added, “That side of our marriage died a long time ago; he’s more interested in going out with the lads and drinking these days.” Now Pat is no oil Kurtköy Escort Bayan painting to be sure, but she still has her looks, and those hands are so talented. I told her so, and that her other half must be mad to ignore her that way. She just shook her head sadly, so I dropped the subject. o-0-o Some time earlier I was introduced to Shiatsu massage in the Far East. We had of course discussed it. When I told her that they always preferred their customers naked, she laughed. She told me she had one gentleman who, like me, had been coming to her for a long time. Instead of leaving his shorts on, he took them off. I asked if she felt awkward or threatened by this. She laughed again. “Good heavens, no! For a start, he’s not in the slightest bit interested in women; also, when I’m working down at the hospital I see plenty of folks naked, and they are usually more embarrassed about the whole thing than I am.” We moved onto another subject and it was forgotten; until last night, that is. When I arrived, I slipped my shoes and socks off as usual and got up on her padded table. I had managed the day before to slip, fall and jar my tailbone, and not only was it uncomfortable, but it had woken up my old back injury. So I was rather more circumspect than normal. Pat noted this as we talked before she started the session. As was normal she started with my feet, found the problem, and then concentrated on it. We chatted lightly, but in a rather more desultory fashion than was typical. She seemed distracted. She finished Escort Kurtköy with my feet and I got down and stripped to my shorts as I always did. Pat looked at me. “I think I’ll have you naked tonight, Sven. I want to work at the very base of your back, and they’ll only get in the way.” I shrugged my shoulders and said okay. This being the first time this had happened, and me not being quite sure of things, I waited for her to either turn her back or produce a towel, or even go out of her treatment room. But she didn’t. So, after a slight pause, I simply took my shorts off. She didn’t bat an eyelid, but patted the top of the table and said, “Face down for the moment,” and that was that. One of the nice things about Aromatherapy is that it’s a fairly holistic treatment, so the massage is all over and extensive. This was no exception. Then she started working on the base of my spine. I started out by multiplying large numbers together in my head in an effort to distract me from what she was doing; in the end, I gave up and went with the flow. Her oiled fingers were working their way round my butt and down the crease towards my anus. She moved to the top of my legs and moved them apart to give herself more room. I gave up and just enjoyed the sensations; after all, she had told me that she had “seen it all before.” If she hadn’t, it was certainly all on view to her now. When her fingers brushed my scrotum, my penis twitched and tried to grow bigger, which was physically impossible. It was already bigger than I felt it had been in recent times. “Okay, Sven, over on your back so I can finish you off…” Oh, God! The symbolism of those words was not lost on me. I chuckled, half to myself and half out loud, and said, “Pat I’m sorry,” as my hard, red, almost glowing erection came into view. Pat said nothing, didn’t even look at my face.

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