"Time for your foot rub, Jack.”

“Alright, if you insist.”

Kathleen and the wine had really loosened me up. I sat and then laid down on the couch, bent my knees, and plopped the covered soles of my feet on the couch next to her. She swiftly grabbed my stocking feet and pulled them on top of her lap. My lucky feet were resting nicely right on her bikini bottoms, and I could feel the heat radiating up from below my heels.

Keeping the suspense going, at first my Valentine squeezed both of my feet through the socks I was wearing. Then she placed my left foot back on the couch and took off my right foot's sock, squirted some lotion in her hand, and began rubbing it. She does this work for a living, and it felt fantastic with just the right amount of pressure.

“Now that isn’t so bad, is it, Jack?”

"No, it feels great.”

“Hey Jack, I’ll bet you didn’t know that before I met Danny, I went to school for nursing to get my Bachelor of Science in Nursing (BSN); I wanted to become a surgical nurse. My nurse educator told me that she believed I have a relaxing way of touching people, a special gift that helps to heal folks both physically and mentally.”

“I am truly appreciating your wonderful touch myself. Why did you leave nursing then?”

“Well, I still have my degree and certificates, so I can always go back, but I find massage work more rewarding. It might not pay as well, but I get to use my healing touch and interact with my clients on a more personal level. In addition, as a massage therapist, I have a better work schedule, less stress, and a much shorter commute.”

“Kathleen, you have found your calling; I get it. Oh, my goodness, have you ever!”

After about ten minutes, Kathleen lowered my right foot down to the floor and reached for my left foot. I closed my eyes as she pulled the sock off.

Almost immediately, she commented, "For heaven's sake, Jack, what's the big deal? Your foot doesn't look scary."

"Can't you see how crooked my ankle is? My foot is extra fat, and my toes aren't together as they should be."

"Jack, I see far worse-looking feet every day at the parlor. Look, you don’t have any fungus in your toenails or scaly skin. Those conditions are way more ugly and concerning than yours."

Kathleen then proceeded to slowly massage, kiss, and lick her way over my entire foot. She even sucked on a couple of my toes. All those years of shame seemed to melt away. Even though the foot massage and oral attention felt wonderful, the mental liberation that her comments and actions gave me was priceless information that truly altered my mind and soul.

It was Valentine's Day, and I felt like Cupid had arrived with Kathleen and me in mind. She had uncovered overwhelming emotions that caused my throat to tighten and my eyes to tear up.

"Dear friend, I can't find the words to express my thanks for what you just did; it means more than you will ever know."

She looked jubilant for having accomplished her goal but crinkled up her nose when I used the word "friend."

"You're very welcome, but remember I am more than a friend; I am your Valentine."

Before I had a chance to reply, Kathleen moved my feet off her lap, crawled up to my head between the coffee table and couch, and leaned in. We smooched, and that progressed into full tongue play for at least five minutes. Hiding under the pillow and two layers of clothing, my stiff cock was standing taller than at any time in its forty-nine years of life.

Suddenly, she withdrew and said, "I'm not finished with you yet, mister. Lie on your stomach; I need to examine your back."

“I am fine.”

Kathleen authoritatively motioned for me to turn over anyway. I began to move slowly and somehow kept my giant bulge hidden from her view. Unfortunately, while rolling onto my stomach, I felt a significant twinge at the top of my butt. She immediately noticed that I winced and had me point out the spot. Wasting no time, she quickly managed to pull my shirt tails out of my pants but was unable to reach the sore spot while my pants were still on.

Flatly, she stated, "No ifs, ands, or buts, Jack; I'm setting up my massage table, and I am going to work on you."

"Oh Kathleen, I am okay; you don't need to do that," I pleaded.

This was uncharted territory for me; I felt very nervous, and my modesty was on full display.

"Nonsense," she replied.

As I sat up, I heard Kathleen working in another room. Shortly thereafter, she came back to pull me up off the couch and into one of her spare bedrooms. Once inside, she leaned against her massage table, looking irresistible in that bikini, and then decided to quickly change out the headrest while she spoke in a firm tone.

"Remove all your clothes and cover up with the towel; don't worry, you won't get cold; the table is heated. I'll be back in five minutes."

It wasn’t the cold that I was worried about. I had never been to a massage parlor before, nor had I ever been that close to naked with any woman since I was being cared for by my mom. I felt super self-conscious and anxious, especially because of my raging hard-on, which, luckily, she hadn't yet seemed to notice.

I couldn't handle this, I thought. However, how could I argue with the lovely bikini-clad Kathleen, who had been so kind and generous to me? I felt conflicted, considering everything she had just done for me. I certainly didn't want to poison the fabulous new feeling of trust I shared with her. I figured that she was only going to work on my back, so I talked myself into undressing down to my tighty-whities.

I quickly got undressed down to my skivvies, then I lay down on the heated table with my back facing up. I carefully covered my butt, clad in white briefs with her lush towel, and waited for my massage pro to arrive.

I yelled, "I am decent."

That was a lie. I had never felt so exposed in my adult life, and soon I would be close to naked in front of a beautiful woman. Oh, my goodness, I felt concerned, yet I was turned on at the same time. Actually, being highly aroused and not being able to control it was increasingly adding to my anxiety. In addition to having one, I was in a real big pickle.

I heard, "I'll be there in a minute."

I saw Kathleen's eyes sparkling as she opened the bedroom door and approached me. I didn't realize at the time how extremely horny she was. If only I had known anything about a woman’s libido and how to read her body language.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that she had become randy, especially when you consider she had gone from enjoying sex regularly to not having any for eight months. Indeed, that is a substantial amount of time for anyone's sexual drive to reach uncontrollable levels. Yes, eight months is a long time until you compare it to my forty-nine years of horny buildup.

But then, I had never experienced sex with a real woman, so I was unaware of what I had been missing. On top of that, I was always afraid of getting into an intimate situation in the first place since I didn't know what to do or how to act.

I hoped to limit the extent of her unknown objective. So, I pointed to an area on my lower back.

"Here's the only place I am feeling it."

It seemed Kathleen had become seriously attracted to her deceased husband's best friend. It was Valentine's Day, and she was behaving far more than a little fondly towards me. I reasoned that the wine must have significantly lowered her inhibitions and artificially raised her romantic desires to an uncomfortable level.

Out of the blue, she declared, "Jack, you deserve a full-body massage for Valentine's Day, in addition to having your lower back checked out. You’re going to love it.”

“What does she mean by 'full body'?" I asked myself.

I wasn’t thrilled about the idea at all; in fact, I was filled with trepidation and feared that she might notice my erection. I tried to maintain my composure and talk her out of it.

"Gee, Kathleen, you’re making me feel guilty. You've been working hard all day; I don't want you to strain yourself with more physical exercise by working on me."

"Exactly, you hit on why I want to massage you; Jack, you're always thinking about somebody else. Today it's your turn to be treated, so relax and enjoy."

I was running out of excuses and valid reasons for turning down her gracious massage offering. I almost felt desperate about my perceived situation, like my escape route was being blocked.

"Really, Kathleen, I don’t know about this; I've never had a massage before. I am afraid it could hurt my sore back."

"Don't be ridiculous, Jack; I am an expert; remember, we'll find the perfect pressure for you. Just relax and know that you're in good hands. I promise your back will feel better when I am done. Listen, I will not be deterred from making you feel properly appreciated, unless you wish to disappoint me by not accepting my massage invitation."

Kathleen appeared mildly surprised by the way I was acting. The way I was holding back, I wondered if she had ever considered that I might be afraid of something.

I felt nearly helpless and under her influence. If her scenario involved taking advantage of my lack of clothing, which left me feeling vulnerable, there would be no way I could stop her from having her way with me. Yet, in reality, my naive mind couldn’t believe that seducing me was her plan; after all, it seemed like she just wanted to give me a therapeutic message. I was mainly preoccupied with my aroused state and the worry of her finding out about my erection; how would I ever survive such an embarrassment?

"Why are you so shy about getting my massage? I will never let you down; you can count on that.”

Yes, I firmly believed that she would never let me, or the aroused result she had caused, down. In a state of mild panic, I brought up Danny, hoping the thought of him would dissuade her.

"I believe you; it's just that I feel weird about you doing this, since Danny was my best friend."

Kathleen exclaimed, "About giving you a massage?"

“Yes.”

“Seriously, Jack, you must be kidding! I know we both loved Danny, but he is gone. Besides, he always told me that my happiness was a must and that I should find someone else if anything ever happened to him. I am done grieving for Danny; it's been long enough. Life goes on, and you also need to let go of your honorable loyalty to him, okay?

“Well.”

“Well, what? Are you concealing some other issue? Do you have any secrets or health problems I don’t know about? I thought you trusted me, Jack. Come on, we'll take it slow."

Kathleen sounded pleased to have expressed her thoughts and was heard squirting something into one hand and then the other.

"No, I am more than fine, and of course I trust you. But I don’t need... Oh my."

Without warning, I felt Kathleen’s soft yet powerful hands, covered in massage lotion, working the tight muscles around my neck. I was overcome with pleasurable feelings, emotions, and concern. God, I hope she doesn’t, but if she happens to notice my outstanding problem, I hope she is tolerant of it. Little did I know.

"Jack, you're tight, and I feel some knots that need to be worked out."

Kathleen stood in front of me, with her body bent over my head. Looking through the headrest, I could see her perfectly toned legs flexing as she rubbed the top of my back. When she leaned over me and reached down nearly to my butt, I felt her skimpy bikini-covered boobs rest on the back of my neck. At the time, I figured it was an innocent oversight. Both her hands and soft boobs felt wonderful. My mouth was exporting responsive sounds as I felt her hands caressing me.

“Oh, mmm, and murmurs.”

Suddenly, she announced, "Damn, this greasy lotion is getting all over my top, and it's going to ruin the fabric; I hope you don't mind. After all, it’s nothing you haven’t already seen before.”

Consequently, I raised my head to see what in the world Kathleen was talking about and saw her taking off her bikini top. When her boobs bounced into view, an AC/DC surge of epic proportions flashed down to my cock. The direct current hardened my dick like it had never been hardened before. While the alternating current caused my pink steel rod to twitch and pulsate in appreciation.

Kathleen saw me ogling her, and she responded with a dazzling smile. Wow, this was a sexy view I had never expected. I probably turned crimson red from the thrill, and I was speechless. I gawked and stared, completely spellbound by her magnificent tits. Just as in the photo I saw, both boobs looked perfectly formed and perky. They appeared slightly larger than a handful but not overly huge. Her rigid nipples resembled pink pebbles surrounded by dark tan areolas of normal size.

Again, I heard, "You don't mind, do you?”

I cleared my throat and croaked out, "Why wood? I mean, I would never mind seeing your, well, you know. Um, um, um, they’re so…”

Kathleen’s huge smile grew even bigger. She seemed to know the effect she was having on me and loved it.

“Hmm, they’re so something. Does that mean you like them?"

"No, I mean yes, I like them more, far more than I can say."

I was still stunned and incredibly turned on, while also suffering from blood loss to my biggest head. My mouth went dry, and I couldn’t think straight.

She remarked, "Good, I was afraid you didn't like them at first. Jack, you know, you can say anything to me. Would you like to touch and feel them?"

My valentine had a softness in her voice, a caring tone. She seemed to instinctually understand the reason for my hesitance and wanted me to come out of my shell more than anything. I had cherished the thought of feeling a woman’s tits for years, and there, staring me in the face, was what could be my only opportunity. Very nervously, I nodded yes, but I remained mostly flat on my stomach.

Kathleen gently grabbed my right hand and placed it on her right breast. As a man, I had never touched a woman’s tit. Hers felt both firm and soft, a warm, pliable sensation that was comforting and intimate at the same time. Her nipples were erect, very stiff, and extremely sensitive. She had given me a tactile experience I will never forget. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding, and my cock was even stiffer than her nipples.

Thanks to Mother Nature, my instincts took over. Her body language and words praised my actions and clearly proved that she enjoyed my inaugural exploration of her hooters.

“Oh, Jack, that’s it; that feels so good! Yes, right there, amazing!”

Finally, Kathleen took a deep breath and stepped back, looking noticeably flustered. For the time being, that stopped me from playing with her exceedingly friendly girls. Obviously, my manipulation of her lovely tits had distracted her from massaging me, temporarily sidetracking her mission.

Kathleen swiftly regained the initiative and resumed her hands-on bodywork by going on to massage my arms. I turned slightly both ways as she worked on each arm. I admiringly observed her body that was inches from my face, especially her more-than-ample tits swaying invitingly with each soothing rub. When she squeezed or deeply rubbed me, her ab muscles would become clearly defined. She appeared strong, flexible, and in impeccable condition.

I was enjoying her touch, and I badly wanted to reach out and play with her tits again. Nevertheless, even though my inhibitions had been relatively degraded, I still didn't dare to touch them without being invited. It seemed like she spent extra time squeezing my well-developed biceps, but my clouded mind must have been imagining that.

"How are you doing down there?" She asked.

I mumbled, "The best I have ever felt in my life."

Grinning, she said, "If you think this feels good, just you wait."

As Kathleen moved down to my feet and started giving me another wonderful foot massage, my brain’s wild imagination wanted to know what she meant by that remark, but I was afraid to ask. Besides, just because she let me feel her tits once didn’t mean anything along those lines would ever happen again, man, I needed to calm down.

From my feet, Kathleen slowly massaged her way up my left leg to the very bottom of the towel that ended only a couple of inches short of my butt. From there, she duplicated the masterstrokes with her hands on my right leg. The sensation was tremendous and relaxing to a point. However, a large, engorged extension of my desire, meticulously hidden beneath me, was definitely not relaxed.

Kathleen seemed to be enjoying massaging me as much as I enjoyed receiving the body rub. While she rubbed, especially when she worked on my thighs, I heard her mumbling something about my legs that I couldn’t make out.

Finally, she said, "You have a couple of powerful legs, Jack; I especially like your strong calves and thighs.”

"Thanks" was all I could get out.

“You’re welcome, sexy man. Now I am going to finish working on your back.”

Starting with my shoulders, then with sweeping motions, Kathleen worked her way lower and lower until she detected the white cotton briefs I still had on. She lifted the waistband as far as it would stretch and let go; it snapped loudly against the top of...