When I was twenty-four, I met a masseuse named Jennifer who worked for the chiropractor I saw for treatment. She was thirty-six years old, and very attractive. I have always looked much younger than my age. I am a short man just under five foot, six inches. I’m lucky to be thin, so when I started weight training in high school, I was ripped in no time at all! Now at the age of fortysix, looking younger than my age is a big plus! I still work out and take care of my body.
The first time Jennifer massaged me, She asked if I went to the local high school! That was a little embarrassing, and I let her know that I had graduated that high school seven years earlier. She apologized and said that later in life I would appreciate looking younger than my age. I was a little nervous during that first massage, at that point in my life, I really didn’t have a way with women. My in-experience was obvious, and having a confident, very attractive older woman put her hands all over my body was a little intimidating. She really put me at ease, asking me questions about myself. She seemed to show a sincere interest and she kept me talking which stopped my mind from wandering into sexual fantasy. Over the next couple of months, I never mis-behaved while she massaged me, it was strictly therapeutic and she was a complete professional. She had also become a friend.
We ran into each other at the mall one day, she asked how I was and why it had been so long since my last massage. I let her know that she had no appointment times available and I asked her if she could recommend another masseuse. She thought for a while and then asked if I could do her a favor. She said that she helped massage students from the school she had graduated from by letting them practice on her, and at the same time try to help them improve there technique. She said it would be easier to have a body to demonstrate on, and joked that since I was young and in good shape, I would be the perfect specimen! She also said that since I would be helping, it wouldn't cost me a penny! Of course I said yes, she gave me her address and told me to show up later that night.
She lived in a modest home in a nice neighborhood in suburban Orange County, in the So. Cal. area. I arrived at about 8:PM. There was a massage table set up in her den. She introduced me to a woman named Jill, who I figured to be in her mid fifties. She had a very pretty face and a slender athletic body. Her eyes were a stunning dark blue and almost had a hypnotic affect. She was a brunette and for a woman of her age she was quite a beauty. I thought that she really must of been a knock-out in her younger days. I immediately dismissed any sexual thoughts that had started in my mind. Since Jennifer had always behaved in such a professional manner, I didn’t want to offend her or her student. I was told to disrobe and lie face down on the table. I looked around for a towel to cover my bottom, but there wasn't one there. I did as I was told and soon there was a knock on the door and they both came in.
They started on my neck, shoulders, and arms. Each of them on either side of me, it was great! Jennifer was instructing the "student" the whole time. They stopped at my lower back, and then started again at my feet, working their way up my legs. Jennifer parted my legs a little, to get better access to my thighs. In a flaccid state, I'm about four and a half inches. They had to have seen the underside of my penis, and my balls of course. She continued her instruction while she aggressively massaged and squeezed my inner thigh. Jill had stopped to watch, but left her hand on the curve of my butt. I could feel her fingers against my balls. I started to become aroused. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. I could feel my cock growing and swelling underneath me! I was sure that Jennifer was going to be angry with me. Soon they were both vigorously massaging my thighs and butt, and the sides of their hands kept brushing against my balls. My cock was rock hard and at it's full nine inches.