Therapy The Right Way Part 2

This is the second part of my story. I hope I didn’t lose any of y’all along the way.

The day came, told my husband I was seeing a new practitioner. See, I choose my words carefully. I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t sure how long it would take and I would call when done. I called my new found therapist to confirm my appointment, entered his address into my navigation and made the trek an hour north of D/FW. His home in an upscale neighborhood far from the reaches of the rat race in which I live. I began anticipating things to come. I prayed this was all it was built up to be. Each turning mile seemed longer than the previous one. Finally found his neighborhood. His home tucked back into a wooded area, I took the gravel path back to his abode. Exiting my car I kept thinking I could turn back but I came this far. I’m doing this. Each step I took I got more and more nervous. My thoughts went into all the “what ifs” each step I took. Just as I stepped foot upon his porch, he opened the door to greet me.

This gentleman put out his hand to shake mine and welcomed me into his home. He invited me to have a seat and we chatted a bit. A lot of ice breaker talk and what to expect for my glorious spa day. He went over his back ground with over 30 years of experience, I was in good hands. For you guys that have context skills, YES that means he is considerably older than me. And some may be aware I have great affection for older men. This was another reason why he was chosen. Older and experienced trumps all others in my book. The more we talked the more I warmed up to him. I began to feel my trepidation wane. He asked me what I wanted to drink, offering most anything a woman could want. I settled on a bottle of Chablis and with 2 wine glasses he lead me to the massage room.

The room was quite soothing just to look at. Muted wall color and stone accents with a waterfall statue against one wall. The cascading sound of the water fit in nicely with everything I was looking at. The massage table, he told me later, was custom made. Very plush and not at all clinical looking. I had previously requested vanilla scents and hints of vanilla bean filled the air. I could tell,so far, every request had been filled. We sipped on our wine as he showed me around. He then lead me to the bath. The bathroom was to die for. In the center of the room was a big claw footed tub. It’s big enough for 2. Behind the tub a wall with an open shower stall on the other side. Stone and woodwork throughout. Very, very luxurious indeed. He told me I could get undressed behind the wall as he drew my bath. Taking another sip of wine, I went into the shower area to undress.

I undressed in a flash with anticipation of what was to come. By this time, his graciousness and the wine had wiped away any inhibitions I may have had. I put on the bath robe given to me and stepped out to see the tub filling with water. Taking another sip he asked me which vanilla scent did I want for my bath. I picked out a lovely French vanilla sent and he added it to the flowing water. As the tub filled we chatted as we sipped our wine. He put the sudsy mixture in the water and miraculously bubbles appeared. I remember commenting I’ve never seen Mr. Bubble work that fast. As the tub filled, I tested it for temperature it was just right. He made his exit allowing me some alone time to soak. Slipped the robe off and slid into my heaven made of porcelain.

I was laying back in the tub, eyes closed when he reappeared. He brought in a little table to sit my wine glass on while I bathed. He put on a loofah mitt and lightly ran over my shoulders. The first touch; my body shook. He was gentle and took great care running across my shoulders and neck. As he scrubbed my back, I’d sip more wine and we talked about life. We exchanged stories and got to know one another while the bubbles dissolved and the water got cooler. He topped off my glass and just lightly caressed my back as time drifted away. Noticing I was getting “pruned” up, I told him I was ready to get out. He left momentarily to get me a fresh towel and I gulped the last of my wine. Being fairly uninhibited, I decided there to see how wild I could drive him. I was standing in the tub, bubbles covering me when he came back. He handed me the towel and told me he would meet me back in the massage room. I said “hey now, aren’t you gonna dry me off”? His cheeks went a nice shade of crimson, smiled and said “I suppose I could”. I’m thinking as he said that, he’s about to have me naked on a table. No need to be shy now. He took the towel and very seductively dried me off. Never in my life has anyone done that. His touch full of tenderness and care yet had me weak in the knees. I was getting very aroused, then he stopped. Dang it. He offered his hand to help me out of the tub and handed me the bath robe. He then reminded me to grab my glass as I was lead back into the massage area.

This concludes part 2. If you haven’t fallen asleep yet check out part 3. I promise it gets better.