Therapy The Right Way Part 3

The final bit to my tale. It gets a bit juicy, hope it was worth the wait.

While had I soaked, he prepared the room. The lights were dim and he had lit candles and the room smelled of more vanilla. The table had clean muslin sheets draped across it. Everything seemed to be just as I had requested.He came over and refilled my glass and told me when I was ready to hop upon the table. I took a another drink, slipped my robe off and hopped up on that table. He chuckled as he wondered if the table was set too tall for my 5 foot frame. I laughed it off as I have heard short jokes all my life. I do have a vertical leap of 3 inches I told him. I laid on the table, my face in the headrest, my bare butt facing upwards. He asked me if I wanted to be covered. Telling him no since he’s already seen me naked and that he could save the sheet, he lightly drug his fingers along my spine.

He began the massage on my left side. Every so often I would hear the pump sound from his lotion bottle. My hands to my arms then to my shoulder. Stretching my arm out as he did. Working his way down my back to my butt. Over to my leg and down to my feet. So far so good, about the same sort of massage as I have had before. He took great care with my feet. Kneading them and working my little toes, that was a new experience. Don’t recall anyone doing that for me. Hands gripping my leg working upward, yet just stopping before getting to the “Holy Land”. He repeated the same process on my right side, this time he was a little bolder by going up a little higher. Yet again stopping just shy of………..well you know.

As he worked my lower half, I felt myself melting into the table. With the combination of the waterfall sound in the back ground , the soothing bath that I had and the wine, I felt myself drifting to sleep. That came to an abrupt halt when he started to massage my butt. My face, pressed firmly in the loop I started feeling flush. I was wondering now how far he would go. So far he hadn’t even touch my goods nor eluded that was an option but he did take great focus on my ass. Soft gentle strokes combined with some kneading. He worked my butt, and I was loving it. My hips gyrated and his fingers danced over my cheeks. Then he stopped. Damn

He began working up my right side and doing the same as he did to my left. Fingers, hands, arms up to my shoulders were all taken care of. In between strokes, he’d inquire if I was OK. Assuring him everything is fine he would continue on. At this time, he has made his way to the head of the table. He begins massaging my scalp and working down to my neck. From my point of view I could see 2 hairy legs and the hem of cargo shorts. As he stepped in to move my hair to the side, so he could focus on my neck, I thought I could see the outline of an erection in his pants. I’m not certain what I see cause my vision is partial obscured by the loop rest. But I do take note. If it is indeed what I think it is, it’s a nice specimen. Or at least in my mind it is. His hands work my neck and shoulders from above, pulling very ounce of stress from me. This has been well worth the expense so far.

He finished working my back and leaned down to my ear, he whispered “You doing OK?” I could barely utter fabulous. And it was fabulous so far. He beckoned me to rise up and roll on to my back. I did as instructed and sank my backside into the table. Trying to get a glimpse of him to see if that truly was an erection,he kept side stepping where I couldn’t see. He again asked me would I like draping and again I refused. Told him,”we’ve gone this far without it”. I closed my eyes and let him resume his work. He began kneading my shoulders working out all the aches. Then he descended down my side to my tummy. He ran his hands over my stomach and upwards stopping shy of my breasts. I was in heaven and my nipples showed it. He asked me if I was cold, I giggled and said “nope”. His hands pressing into my stomach stroking up and down. Getting a little higher each time until his palms were resting in my breasts. My nipples fitting between his fingers, he worked my boobs expertly. At this time I slightly parted my eyes and did get a glimpse of him. He in fact had an erection. It looked painful too; confined in his shorts. As soon as  I got accustomed to his manipulation of my boobs, he stopped. I thought to myself all his years experience he certainly knew how to drive a woman wild.

He picked up working my legs again. Starting with my ankles and moving upward along my leg. Each stroke slightly higher and higher until barely touching my pussy. His thumbs focused on my inner thighs driving me insane at this point. I was getting aroused and in no way was this an erotic massage. I just laid there let him work me, thinking in my state he could do anything he wanted to me and I’d let him. And as my mind was working itself into a whirlwind of thoughts, he broke my concentration asking if I was OK. I assured him I was more than content and to keep going. Grrrr I was so fucking horny now.

He had moved around to my right side and did his magic there. Being the coy minx that I am, I had already let my right arm hang off the table a bit. If he was going to tease me,I was damn sure to try to tease him. Fair is fair, right?When he got into finger’s length, I kept one eye open. Peering at him waiting for my chance. I felt his groin graze my fingers as he massaged my arm. I let my hand dangle there dangerously close. He stepped into my reach and I took a firm grip of his penis. I softly played with him thru him shorts for a few seconds before he removed my hand. Now I’m really frustrated. He has me aroused, I’m touching him, he’s an older man which I love and I am denied. I reminded myself this wasn’t that sort of massage but damn I was left wanting.

He gradually made his way to the head of the table. Massaging both my shoulders and my neck. His strokes had changed. They became more seductive and less medicinal. Light feathery touches with little grazes of the finger nails in all the right erogenous spots of my neck. I felt myself weakening and wet. My breath labored and my chest heaving. He leaned in further to work down to my chest and I figured it’s do or die time. I arched my neck, leaned up and kissed him on the lips. He returned the kiss parting my lips with his tongue. As we kissed he stepped around to the side while sitting me up. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into him. My arms falling around his neck as my mouth met his. He broke off his kiss an ran his tongue along my neck. I whispered “I want you”, and he asked if I was certain. I let out a guttural and emphatic YES.

He took my hand and lead me to his bedroom. He sat me on the bed as he got undressed. After disrobing, he apologized telling me he didn’t mean for this to happen. I told him to shut up and kiss me. I pulled him down on me and our mouths again explored the other’s. His lips and tongue expertly worked down my chin, along my throat until reaching my chest. His hands roaming my body as his mouth worked up each breast. He paid special attention to my tummy. I loved that. He continued south resting his lips on my pussy. My legs drawn up on his shoulders with my heels digging into his back. Looking down at him as he looked up at me, he devoured my clit. His 57 year old tongue worked more efficiently than any guy I ever been with. That includes my husband who still fumbles around down there.  He knew the exact spots to hit and when to hit them. I had many body rocking orgasms just from his tongue. After that half hour tongue lashing he stopped and kissed his way back up. Resting next to me I wondered if his jaw ached. I’m sure mine would have. He leaned in for a kiss, still ever so passionate, guessing his jaw didn’t ache after all. HA

We kissed for a bit longer. He apologized again for what was happening. I asked why and told him, I’m not doing anything that I don’t want to do. He replied, “you’re married” to which my response was,”And”? I told him I’m well aware of what we are doing, we are consenting adults and stop worrying. His secret was certainly safe with me. I rolled myself on top of him and began to illustrate what a needing woman could do. My legs straddled his body as my breasts fell upon his chest. My hands cradled his face as our lips met once again. I kissed across his face to his ear. Taking his earlobe in my teeth, tugging it playfully, I could hear moans escaping his lips. I whispered in his ear, “I want this, if you don’t say so now”. No response to the contrary so I dragged my lips down his neck. I kissed my way across his chest, down to his belly until I got to his penis. I licked all around his groin intentionally overlooking his raging hard on. He was squirming under me, wanting a release. Taking him in my hand, feeling his 7″ throbbing cock I took a light lick over the tip. He tried pushing upward into my mouth but I pulled back denying him of pleasure. Laughing after telling him, that’s EXACTLY what it feels like under his massage technique. The need, the want, the desire. Laying prone to some one else’s touches and feeling the tension rise. He looked down at me and smiled. He knew what he was doing to me earlier. This was my playful payback.

I took him for the first time into my mouth. All the way down to the base. Hand reaching under cupping his balls as my tongue waggled inside my mouth along his shaft. And I kept doing that. Working my mouth on his penis. Up and down; in and out until I felt his body tense up. I knew he was close. I stopped yet again, denying his release. This time inquiring, how many times can he get off? After finding out it’s usually just once, I knew where I wanted his load. And no way did I want him to “pop” before I got what I needed. My body slid up resting on the tops of his thighs. Taking a firm grip of his penis I ran the head up and down my slit. I focused hi head on my clit and used it as a sex toy causing me to have another orgasm. He told me we shouldn’t as he didn’t have condoms and I told him I don’t care. I slid myself onto his pole and rode him until he exploded inside me. After feeling his climax I had another mighty orgasm and my pussy clenched around him. Holding him firm inside me not wanting to let go. My body collapsed on his and we rested a bit.

We laid there in comfortable silence for several minutes. My body on his. He held me and I could feel his heart pounding through my chest. He broke our tender moment by telling me we better get dressed and get me home. Rush hour was starting up and my journey home would be brutal. Didn’t want to undo all the tranquility that we achieved that day with traffic. Looking at the clock my 4 hour relaxation block turned into close to 6 hours.We got dressed and he showed me he exit. I left him a $100 tip. I drove home in Dallas rush hour very content. Not a care in the world. It really felt great. For once in my life traffic was no longer a burden, gave me time to reflect on what my day has been.  The best I felt in a long time. I got home, my dutiful husband was on his computer playing a video game. Asked me how things went, told him I really like that guy. The travel is horrendous though. He said it looks like he did wonders that maybe the trip is worth it. I went on with my wifey duties. A few days went by and I got a call from my new friend checking up on me. I told him I was wonderful. Everything was great and I feel awesome. I booked another session with him. Same package deal,same outcome.

Sense then I have made him my regular therapist. I see him twice a month now. One session I will opt for the bath, in which he now joins me, wine and massage. The other session I book, we just make love all day. He refuses to take a cent from me, yet I always toss a few bills his way. And that has been my routine for a little over a year now.

OK folks. That’s it. That’s what I been doing to recover from that accident. As always I do love reading your comments so feel free to write me. VK_LOGAN@yahoo.com Whether it’s good, bad or indifferent love hearing from you all. I try to respond to everyone if you have something to say. One liners generally get tossed into the trash. And click my user name to find my other adventures.

Well until next time when I have something to tell

hugs kisses and naughty lixxx

Vanessa