She was in her 40s, moderately attractive and worked from a therapy centre which I only realised when she gave the address after arranging an hour’s massage. It was a Saturday morning and she was the only therapist in the office. Promising. Even more promising when I asked how much I should take off and she replied as much as I feel comfortable with and thus I was promptly naked.
It was a warm oil, pleasant massage. She was chatty and when she said having been to her church in the morning, a decidedly detumescent subject, I began to think that maybe nothing else was on offer.
Indeed, it was a bit of a puzzle. I had a towel draped on my bottie and later on my front when I turned over. There were occasional (accidental?) brushes of the balls and cock, but nothing else. She massaged my legs to the tops of the thighs and in lifting me must have had a decent perspective on the squidgy bits presented for her delectation.
I didn’t feel comfortable about mentioning anything else on the menu, and as I was behaving myself ref no raging hard-on, after the hour I scrambled off the table, and dressed. We continued to speak as I dressed and she could obviously see all that I had. And when I tried to remove some of the excess oil she promptly rubbed me down with a towel, which had the affect of engorging the cock. No comment was made.
Pleasantries exchanged and home I went! I haven’t tried to contact her again (although just the massage was worth it) and she no longer advertises on Gumtree.
