by Miss Anonna
Joel was a regular client of mine at the massage parlor and last month we had a conversation about his physique. He was well chiseled without being overly muscular. He was good to his body and it showed. Our conversation included several sentences about the possibility of having him show me some fundamentals of keeping my body tight and trim as I had absolutely no idea of even where to start. I had taken some yoga classes but all they seemed to have done for me is allow my body to bend and fold in no way an aging female should be bent or folded.
I took a deep breath before I knocked upon his door. I drew my gym bag further up on my shoulder and looked down at my tight sports bra and bike shorts. I wondered if I maybe should have worn underwear underneath as I could clearly see I was sporting quite a camel toe. My nipples were hard as pencil erasers, too. “Oh well.” I thought to myself. I’ve pretty much seen this man in the buff so why was I to worry, except that he had no reason to hide anything on him. I knocked three times and I could hear him walking towards the door inside of his pretty, tan, split level home. A dog was whining in the background and I hear Joel’s voice. “Stay there, Spunky,” came his booming voice from the other side and then a few clicking sounds later, the door opened up in front of me.
“Hi, Anna!” He said as he opened the door further and signaled for me to come in. He was much taller than I remembered and just before the confusion over took me; I tripped on the step that led into his house.
“Hi! Oh, Shit!” I cried as I fell towards him but caught my balance just before he was about to catch me. My breast was nearly in the palm of his hands and my hand was firmly against his hip and the last bulging muscle in his six pack abs. A friendly golden retriever was very accepting of my visit, too as he waited patiently for me to pet him.
“Are you OK?” He said with a slight chuckle while embracing my shoulder and pushing me into an upright position and placing his other hand on my other shoulder.
“Yes, thank you.” I said, attempting to regain my pride. I pointed to the step that had gotten the better of me and blurted. “That would explain…” I hesitated and looked back at Joel. He seemed a bit puzzled and raised his eyebrows as if I were going to finish my sentence but I was wasn’t because I had realized just how silly I would have sounded if I were to explain my confusion on his height so I quickly clammed up. “Forget it.” I said bluntly. “How are you, Joel?” I said smiling and stepping back a little so I could look at him without straining my neck.
“I’m doing ok.” He said smiling and nodding. “Are you ready to work out?” Joel drew his hand out toward the back of his house and down a very quaint hallway. I noticed a counter that looked very much like a kitchen counter just past the end of the hall. I started walking towards it while he and the dog followed behind. “Welcome to my humble abode. You look great today. You should do your massages in workout gear.” He said with a hint of some sort of tease as I couldn’t imagine he was being serious at all.
“What?” I cried. “Are you kidding me? I deal with enough perverts,” I hesitated and thought for a moment. “male AND female. Could you imagine if I were only wearing this?” I said as I held my hands under my breasts. “Honestly, I should wear a smock or scrubs.” I said laughing. Joel grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him. He looked serious and he looked directly into my eyes.
“Anna,” He said. “That’s probably the first time I have ever heard you compliment your own body. You spend all day long complimenting other people’s bodies.” He hesitated. “Well, at least mine, anyway and I never hear you say anything good about yourself… Until just now.” He smiled as I was dumbstruck for words. “Look at you!” He began running his eyes up and down my body. “You are hot as a firecracker.” He spun me around like a suit on a hangar. “You’re ass is nearly perfect, you’re trim, tan, and just beautiful and yet you have no idea.” He spun me back around by my shoulder and rested his large hand on the side of my neck. I was nearly speechless.
“Well…..” I said and gathered my thoughts. “You mean that is how I’m going to look when you get through with me, right?” I said, batting my eyelashes. I turned quickly and began to walk forward through the kitchen area and then stopped and looked around. “Where is your workout room?” I said with my face slightly contorted by a curious smirk. He was still standing in the same spot with hand out as if I were still standing there where I left him and then his hand fell and he stood straight.
“Out on the porch.” He said pointing through the huge glass windows. He began walking towards me again as I turned toward the porch.
“A little cold, don’t you think?” I said confused.
“It’s heated and fully enclosed.” He assured me and brushed past me as I was gazing at the beautiful view of trees and mountains in the distance. “We’ll start by stretching and then I will get you on the Pilates ball.” I watched as he passed me and opened the door to his glass porch at the top of the world. His leg muscles were much defined in the shorts he was wearing and his cut up sweat shirt showed hints of his well toned sides and arms. I knew them very well as my hands traversed that body many times in the past, pushing oil over each muscle and joint. He was quite a pleasure to have in my shop and now here was I in his. I wondered briefly if he was going to fantasize taking advantage of his role as I did mine in the past. Joel was definitely one client I would have sexually satisfied if he had ever asked but he never did and was always a perfect gentleman. I felt my lips get pouty and he turned to me. I was shocked into a submissive stare.
“Anna?” He asked. “Are you ok? Are you nervous? This isn’t going to hurt, you know.” He said as I nodded and headed toward him and into the room. I thought for sure I had been busted glaring at his beautiful body but it seemed he thought otherwise. I passed him at the door and his smell overtook me. I felt an apprehension in my body and wasn’t sure if it was from the unexpected outcome of the workout or the ache I felt in my crotch.
I set my bag down on the other side of the door and followed him to the center of the room. He asked me to stand right next to him and follow him in deep breathing. We stood together and upright, took in four deep breaths and let them out slowly and exact. He turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “I learned that from you, Anna.” He said with such confidence it almost sounded unreal. “Now let’s spread our legs apart and stretch against each leg.” He said while mocking the move slightly and placing his head against his left knee. I followed him and we pulled ourselves into our left knees four times. “Now the middle.” He said quickly. And we stretched to the floor in front of us and placed our palms flat on the floor four times. “Now the right.” He blurted. As my head rested on my knee I glaced at him and noticed I could see right into his shorts and I nearly busted out in laughter when it was obvious he wasn’t holding his composure as well as I had thought. I could see the outline of his half hardened manhood but I held it together and felt a sense of relief that I wasn’t the only one here getting a little turned on. In fact, I started feeling a little better about my looks. We repeated the whole routine four times and he stood up straight. “Now let’s put the left leg back, right leg forward and down.” He commanded and we went down. He reached over and grabbed the underneath of my leg while explaining the importance of the move. His fingers had snapped across my lip and made me wonder if he had done that on purpose. I was quickly reminded of several opportunistic moments that I had with him when he was on my massage table and realized why we were in similar businesses. A smile came to my face but I didn’t mean for it to be a sign of approval which I think he understood it to be because his smirk looked a bit shady when I glanced at him again. We switched legs and did four repetitions.
He stood again, looked at me and smiled. “Excellent. Now straight down in a deep knee bend.” He said as he crouched. I followed him four times. “Now legs apart.” He bellowed. I flipped my knees outward and heard a rip.
“Shit!” I hollered. “Was that a tendon?” I looked down quickly and poked at my inner thigh.