19 comments/ 53857 views/ 6 favorites Hands By: magmaman (Nearly all of my stories have pieces of truth. This one does also. There is also a tiny bit of fantasy. Which portions? You get to decide. Today as I write is the 22nd of January, I just got back from a long trip. What was I doing and why? I make the trip every year and have for years now. At the end of the story you will understand.) +++ Dan was not yet 30 years old the day the accident happened. It was a stupid mistake, he was showing off. The day was hot, far hotter than normal. Dan looked up when the big flatbed truck backed up to his garage doors. He stared for a moment as the woman got out, she was absolutely beautiful. Picking up a nearby rag, Dan wiped his hands and went out to greet the lady, doing his best to not stare at the obvious dark circles showing clearly through the simple white peasant style blouse she wore. The shorts were cutoff blue jeans, her well tanned legs looked like they went on forever. She appeared to be a bit older than he was, one of those women that probably never left their bedroom until their makeup was on, hair perfect, everything offering a certain look. Dan had seen a lot of beautiful women in his life, and was even lucky enough to score a few of them. That isn't that hard to do when a man is young and strapping strong, owns his own business and home, has some money in his pocket. Few if any affected him the way this woman did, he was glad that the work pants he wore were on the loose side. He felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment. "Hello! I am Cindy, my husband Barry sent me down to pick up his engine. Is it ready?" She flashed a smile that added to the situation. Of course she was completely aware of the effect she was having on him. "Yes, ma'm, it is. Come on in." Dan turned and led her into the tiny office of the converted older gas station he had built into a machine shop. "Please call me Cindy." He heard her say sweetly. She glanced at the bill, then reached into her purse and handed him cash. It was quite a bit of cash, doing the machine work on the huge 460 cubic inch Ford engine had taken him all week. His customer obviously had money, he never flinched at all when Dan quoted him some figures. Most customers did not, his reputation was well established and if someone wanted an engine that was special, then they came to see Dan. So for nearly a complete week he had carefully sized and fitted each piece of it, knowing it was going to be special. "How are you going to load it?" She asked, looking at the big engine block. The crankshaft and heads lay there on the bench, the big empty engine block sat in a plastic bag on the floor. Dan simply reached down, picked up the block and rolled it up to his chest. It was very heavy, yet Dan was young and strong. But the flatbed rear of the truck was high. Dan had to lean back slightly to make the lift,struggling at the very last but he managed. He did feel a slight tug in the small of his back, thought nothing of it. Then he went and got the two heavy heads and the rest of the parts and loaded them, strapping everything down securely. Cindy was standing right there next to him, watching. She reached out and touched his bicep, smiling. It was like an electric shock. "My, you certainly are a strong young man!" She told him. Dan couldn't help himself, he puffed up his chest at that. He watched as she got into the big machine and drove away. He never saw the woman again, but he always remembered her. She was the key to the entire rest of his life. +++ Dan was resting at home that evening when he felt another tug in his lower back. He got up and ran a hot bath, soaked for nearly an hour, then went to bed. The clock read 3 AM when he woke up, feeling the shock of stabbing pain in his back and hips. There was no more sleep that night. That morning it was to a point that nearly cannot be described. By afternoon he could no longer stand it, he stopped at a store and purchased a back brace. That helped, but just a little. Ordinary pain pills didn't appear to have any effect. Dan forced himself to do his work, each motion was a struggle. The next week he listened as the old Doctor explained what he thought was wrong. Some bones in his back were rubbing or something from having been damaged. The last very heavy load had been the final straw, over a half dozen years and many other heavy lifts things had piled up. "I am only 29!" Dan protested. "It happens, keep up what you are doing and you will be disabled." The old man told him. Then he prescribed prescription pain pills, and told him to do no heavy lifting of any kind, to take it easy. "In fact, it's best that you don't do any work at all." He said. "Great!" Dan thought. He was self employed, barely making the rent and bills and his house payment. He had to go to work or lose everything. The next day he didn't go in though. In minutes after taking the medicine he began to feel very woozy. So he sat in his chair and stared at the walls. At one point he realized his head was hanging off to the side and drool was coming out of the corner of his mouth. No way could he take those pills and still function. There was nothing he could do but put up with the crazy pain. By weekend he felt this was not going to work, he went to see a Chiropractor. The man felt around, then twisted and turned his body, creating monstrous pain. Later, he handed Dan a small bottle of pills. "Take these, they will help. Then I need you to come back tomorrow." "What are these?" Dan asked, now in so much pain he could barely speak. "Vitamins, they will build up your bones." The man said. Dan never went back. A month later he sat in another Doctor's office as the man explained that they needed to go in there and take a look. "About three to six weeks in recovery, then you should be feeling pretty good!" The Doctor told him, patting him on the shoulder. That sent a stab of pain through his back so severe he nearly passed out. Later, in the parking lot, he thought about it. They appeared to not know what was wrong, not for sure. So their answer was to cut him open and "take a look?" Somehow that just did not sound right to him. He never went back to see that Doctor, either. +++ It was a few months later when an older man named Walter that brought in work regularly was there in his office. Another customer had just picked up a job. "I wouldn't go near that crabby mother fucker if his work wasn't so damned good!" Dan overheard the customer say to his friend as they left. Walter looked at Dan, saw the embarrassed look on his face. "Hurting, ain't ya?" Walter asked. "Yea, my damned back. It never stops, I can't sit down, stand up, lay down, nothing. The only time I don't hurt is when I am floating in a hot bathtub." Dan complained. Walter reached into his pocket and pulled out a cheap business card. "Go see this lady." He said. Dan looked at the card. "Massage therapy by Lynn." The card read, with a phone number. Dan stuck it in his pocket and instantly forgot about it, turning his attention to the MG cylinder head Walter had brought in. "Carlos!" He called out to the young helper he had hired. He knew he did not dare try to carry the tiny little cylinder head back into his shop by himself. +++ Dan was doing his laundry that weekend, the card fell out of his shirt pocket. He felt the stab of pain as he carefully squatted down to pick it up. Glancing at it, he again stuck the card into his pocket and forgot it. Laundry took all day, he now carried a small basket and made continual trips back and forth. He was wishing he had a girl friend, or even a wife to help, but the way things were, that was out of the question. No way in hell could he even make love, he had given up even trying. The few women he did know and had dated off and on had long since moved on to others. His life had devolved to work, rest, and sometimes solo sexuality. He missed the times when a warm body was next to him in bed, and while he most certainly still had his virility, the final act of sex was now nearly impossible. Most females did not understand the need for extreme caution at a time like that. In his living room, Dan sat down in his recliner. There was one position that if he got it exactly right, he was free of the pain. It was a struggle but worth it, using his left hand to brace against the armrest, he could work the lever that tipped the chair with his right. He now spent one hell of a lot of his free time in that chair, being careful to not move. As he reached carefully for the TV guide, something poked him lightly, he reached up to rub his chest and felt the card. "What the hell, why not?" He reached for the phone and dialed the number. "Lynn's massage." Said a soft female voice. "I have a bad back!" Dan blurted out, instantly feeling stupid. +++ He hadn't planned at all on what to say. He knew of "massage" parlors, so he felt slightly nervous about even calling one of those places. There had never been any real need, before being hurt Dan had a manner with women that appeared to get their attention easily. Plus he was young, in shape, and reasonably good looking. Add in owning his own home, a business, a nice set of wheels? Female friends were not that hard to come by. Just once when he had struck out, Dan lowered himself to that. The object of his attentions that evening had been flirting and teasing him mercilessly. He had bought drinks, they danced and she was rubbing her crotch firmly against his. Then right at the point where he was thinking it might be time to ask her to an early breakfast, then over to his house, she suddenly had an over sized male show up and they left together. Dan figured that part out quickly, but glancing around, he saw little opportunity left, so it was going to be one of those nights that did not work out. That night on the way home he swung into the parking lot at a massage parlor. After a quick shower a tired looking gal with way too much makeup on came in, rubbed his back and behind for a couple of minutes, then peeled off her top and grabbed his dick. Her breasts were large and sagged heavily, her belly was round and she had a few rolls of fat hanging over the belt she wore. She did manage to create a weak orgasm but barely. "There ya go honey." She told him and left the room. So Dan didn't think much of massage parlors. But he was in the mood, and now taking care of himself did not really do it for him. For a moment he came very close to hanging up, the idea of hiring a woman for sex was not something he would normally even consider doing, having also tried that just a couple of times. Once was while in the military and he was quite drunk at the moment, the tiny Asian woman took the money and then grabbed his cock and went to work. Her mouth was so small the end of his erection barely fit but she tried very hard to please him. That actually wasn't so bad, except for the parts in between when they were getting shot at. But then he noticed how many of the other soldiers were having to drop their pants to get needles stuck in them, so it was only just the one time. The other time was in a bar, he met a pretty young woman, and was well into the process of trying to seduce her when she asked for money. That had turned out to be not one hell of a lot different, she had a seedy nearby motel room and even though Dan was built larger than some males down there, it was like he was trying to screw air. Plus the condom she had rolled over him was even larger and he had to hang onto it to keep it in place. He finally did manage to get off, it didn't help at all that several times she asked him, "Haven't you cum yet?" +++ "I see. Would you like an appointment?" The soft voice replied. "Yes, I think so. What are your fees?" Dan asked. "It's $13.00 per hour, and I make sure you get the full hour." Lynn replied. Wow. That seemed low, even though Dan now had a helper he paid the $1.85 per hour minimum wage so it was quite a bit of money at the time. He had expected that one of those "Massage" girls would be at least $30.00, even $35.00. Possibly even more. Maybe she was older, perhaps she wasn't pretty? He really did not care at the moment. "All right." He told her, deciding. +++ Dan had no idea at all of what to expect as he climbed the single flight of stairs to the upstairs office. He had not expected there to be stairs, either. He groaned when he saw them, but managed them with a struggle. The woman's voice was very soft on the phone, he had a vision of someone tiny as a result. Maybe she would be cute, perhaps even...willing? It had been such a long time now since Dan had had any female companionship at all. When the door opened, Dan stood there momentarily in surprise. The woman standing there smiling was easily in her fifties, she was about the same height as he was, and her shoulders were obviously wider. She wore slacks and a simple white tank top style T-shirt, her arms bristling with muscle. "Dan?" She smiled. Good lord, this woman was homely! Her hair was cut straight across her forehead in bangs, and it looked the same around the sides like she simply reached up and cut it off with scissors. Her clearly bra less breasts hung low on her chest, appearing flattened out by the snug tank top. She was not fat but she certainly was big. "Come on in." She held the door. She had some kind of accent he couldn't quite place. Dan walked in, not knowing what else to do. The room felt very warm, in a few seconds he felt beads of sweat pop onto his forehead. It popped into his head that he was probably going to die, if she started twisting and beating on his back...? "Have you ever had a massage before?" She asked, pointing to a simple wooden chair. She watched carefully as Dan struggled into it, like she was inspecting him. "No, not really." He shook his head, the one time he did get one popped into his head. He could not stop the blush, this was not at all like what he had expected when he called. Lynn's gaze was steady, she never changed expression. "Well. Let's see what we can do. You say your back is sore?" She gave him a disarming smile. "Yes, it's terrible, it never stops." He told her. "Do you have any swelling anywhere?" She asked him. "Yes, in my hip and in my...." Dan hesitated again, not really wanting to say that right out to this old woman. Sometimes his right testicle became swollen, enough so that he had to use a large safety pin to keep his pants fastened. "In your genitalia?" She asked bluntly. Dan nodded, still flushing. "OK. What I will do today is use my hands to see what is going on, and try to ease the pain for you, OK?" "OK." Dan nodded. "Good, go ahead and take off all of your clothes and get on the table." She sat down in another chair, folded her hands in her lap and looked at him. Dan hesitated. She was right there, did she expect him to...? He felt himself blush again furiously. "Everything?" "Yes, please. Don't be bashful, I have seen many men." Once again she gave him that same smile. Dan sighed, unbuttoned his shirt as Lynn sat there calmly inspecting him. He glanced at the woman as he slipped first his pants, hesitated, then his briefs down. Her gaze dropped to his loins, then back up like she was checking out every inch of him. The steady gaze caused him to swell slightly. Now worried about what she might think if he got an erection, Dan quickly turned his back and looked at the table. It was fairly high, covered with a single white sheet. There was a small pillow at the end of it covered with a towel, he assumed she wanted him to face that way. Glancing back again, he saw that she was still looking his body over carefully, he resisted the urge to grab the towel and cover himself. Managing to struggle up on the table, Dan lay there face down. That was better, at least his privates were not completely exposed to her that way. Of course Dan had been naked with females before and even briefly in front of a nurse or two. But this was completely different, this older woman was a total stranger and fully dressed. Lynn picked up a small bottle, put some oil on her hands and rubbed them briskly together. Then her fingers began to probe him lightly. "Oh, my!" She said seconds later as her hands found the swelling in his right hip. He expected her to start right in once she noticed his swollen hip, instead she moved to his legs and began to work upwards. It was only about 15 minutes into the session, by now she was working on his upper back, Dan realized he seemed to have stopped hurting so badly. The pain had softened to about what it was like when he got his easy chair just right. He felt his mind begin to wander, almost like he was dreaming. A scent wafted over him, just a hint of it but he had a vision of being outside, the scent was of flowers. He could sense her pause periodically, one hand still touching him while the other reached for something. He felt his eyes blur with dampness, and was grateful for the towel right there under his face as he dabbed at his eyes. That was confusing and embarrassing at the same time, he was very nearly crying? Lynn did not appear to notice, the hands kept right on stroking him. When she finally did get to the extremely painful area, he never felt any stab of pain at all, instead, it felt good. Wonderful, in fact. He felt himself begin to doze. Dan woke up to her voice asking him softly to turn over. Once again he was fully aware he was completely naked, then it hit him that he also had an erection. He hesitated, what would this old woman think of him? Lynn reached out and placed her hand in the small of his back and asked again. Dan rolled over, feeling himself again blush furiously. Glancing up at Lynn, he saw she was looking at his groin. Her expression was one of interest. By now Dan was completely sure that this woman was not one of "those" types. The few times in his entire life he had lowered himself to paying for favors, they had reached directly for the goal and appeared to be in a hurry. This woman was in no hurry at all, besides, she was far older and as homely as it is possible for a female to be. "Nice strong young man, well built!" She said, and once again she began to work on his upper body first. When her hands began to work on the front of his legs, Dan stammered an apology. He was as hard as he could ever remember, and nothing he could think of would make that go away. She seemed to sense his discomfort at being erect. "It's OK, that is perfectly normal, it just means you have good blood flow." She reached out with the flat of her hand, placed it on his stomach, the other hand touched his forehead. "Take a deep breath." She said. Dan felt his erection instantly fade and go back down as he complied. Lynn just smiled, said nothing and resumed her work. She stepped up to the head of the table and worked out his chest and neck muscles, then his arms. Next she stepped to his side and began large clockwise circles around his stomach. Dan felt his erection begin again, as her hands swept around in circles the side of her palm bumped the end of it. She was not being cautious around his loins at all. Her fingers were moving right down alongside his testicles with each stroke, he could feel them press into his inner thigh and flow upwards. The pressure was light, almost a caress. He was unable to keep himself from growing even harder. She didn't say anything at all, she just kept on. Then she stopped briefly, and moved back up to the head of the table. Leaning far over, she reached down and drew her palms up the inside of both legs at once, turning her fingers inward to gently lift his testicles. Hands Dan could not stifle a groan when her fingers encircled his testicles and rolled them upwards even further. Her breasts sagged down against the cloth, inches from his face. The front of her tank top was now damp with her own sweat and he was sure she wore no undergarment now. Her breasts moved beneath the cloth with each stretch of her arms, the dark nipples now showing their shape. She had to know, she had to. But she showed no sign of any reaction at all. Once again his eyes dampened, he could not reach up to wipe them. Her fingers felt like they flowed as they slid down past his groin and back up, now turning slightly inwards and drawing upwards into the soft flesh. The tips of her fingers were working deeper into his right side, he could feel her lift that testicle gently with each stroke. It was amazing, it felt so good Dan closed his eyes and just basked in the sensation. Finally she stopped, reached for a towel and wiped her hands. She looked down again at his huge erection. She appeared to be concerned. "Let me get some Coconut lotion." She said, reaching for a small white bar of something that sat on a plate. She rubbed some on her hands, again briskly. Then she reached down and gently cupped his testicles, her hands felt extremely slippery. She just stood there holding them, her fingers moving very gently. Finding the swollen mass on his right side, her fingers began tiny soft presses as her other hand also worked up and down his pelvis on his right side. Dan by now had lost all control, his erection was standing up off of his stomach. "I am going to need to do this, or you will have increased congestion. Your injury and lack of release has built up, I can feel it. If it makes you uncomfortable, please just let me know and I will stop." She told him. Lynn reached out and grasped his erection with her other hand, began to stroke him, keeping up a now gentle squeeze and release of his testicles in time with her strokes. Dan grunted in surprise, then lay there and accepted her touch. Each time she grasped the base of his penis and drew her hand up it slowly, she gently squeezed with the other hand. It felt like she was rotating her hand as she slid it up and down but he could not be sure since his eyes were squeezed tightly shut. That didn't take 60 seconds, Dan blasted off all over his chest. Lynn increased the pressure, almost like she was milking him as he climaxed. Her fingers found the very base of his penis, then with two fingers she drew them upwards firmly as her thumb braced the fingers, drawing the very last droplets of his eruption from his body. Each upward motion was followed by her slippery palm sliding over the very tip. Her other hand kept up the steady alternating pressure on his testicles. The sensation was incredible, so powerful the first few spasms hurt. Lynn kept up the steady motion all the way through his orgasm. Then as he began to fade she began some rapid strokes, he built again quickly to another shattering eruption. Dan let the air in his chest go with a gasp, he realized he had been holding his breath. She released him and reached for another towel and wiped him clean. "Your sperm is very lumpy, you have some terrible congestion. That is part of your swelling problem there, I think. The contractions should help with that." She told him. Next she went over to a nearby sink to wash her hands, ran some hot water over another towel and washed his body all over. The warm damp towel felt delicious. Dan sat up. His back did not hurt, it was the first time in months he felt nothing at all but an odd numbness. He reached down and touched himself on the right side, the swollen area now felt softer, there was no pain at all. "What do I owe you?" He asked her. He no longer felt even slightly bashful about sitting there completely naked. "$13.00." Lynn smiled at him. "Oh. Well, I just thought....?" She understood perfectly. "I do not always do that, Dan. I just saw that you were in need. But please, I do not wish to be paid for it since in this State it is against the law, I hope you understand?" "A tip, then?" He asked. That was wonderful, far more than he expected and he felt great. "No. Please. That part is really against the law. Our society does not understand the need in some men for that kind of healing." Once again she gave him that disarming smile. Somehow in that very instant, the woman did not appear to be homely at all. +++ Two days later Dan felt the pain begin to return, by weekend he was right back on Lynn's table. This time for some reason he did not get an erection, and she never touched it at all except to feel around carefully on his testicle. "Better." Was all she said. At one point he did feel the tingling begin, she just placed her hand on his stomach and forehead and told him to take a deep breath. Dan did not quite understand why that caused his erection to ease, but it did. Part of that was probably due to the fact that he had masturbated the night before, thinking of Lynn when he did. Once again, he felt wonderful as he left. Nearly a decade passed quickly, every Saturday afternoon Dan found himself on Lynn's table. His body had changed, over time he went from slipping back into pain to instead a feeling of numbness. The swelling he suffered early on vanished and did not return. The numbness progressed to the point where if he skipped a massage session, he would find himself needing to look down while driving to know where his feet were. There were a few situations where that was not good, Dan had learned to drive leaving quite a bit of room between himself and other vehicles. But after each session, feeling was restored. Dan had no idea at all how that worked, it just did. He even met a nice lady in a night club, and after a bit of play and flirting, she ended up in his bed. Strangely as he reached his peak with her, he was thinking of Lynn. Lynn only masturbated him a few other times in all of those sessions, for some reason one day he developed a huge erection again and it would not go down. That was very likely the result of being between lady friends, he no longer masturbated, preferring instead to find someone he liked. The eagerness of youth had become a search for a mate, Dan had changed from a boy into a man. Finally she simply reached out and took care of it, just like she had that first time so long ago. Once again it was the most powerful that he could remember. Other women tried, but none came even close to that sensation, even the rare ones that appeared to delight in sliding their mouth over him. He came to realize what he was looking for. He needed a woman that could make him feel like that. He tried, over the years there were quite a few women that he dated. Some were nice, a few even very beautiful. Yet while that was delightful, all fell short. Other times Dan found himself trying to get an erection as Lynn worked, wanting to feel her hands on him and it just did not happen. Those times she would then begin to work differently, placing her hand on his belly and asking him to take several deep breaths. Once she told him to quit trying with a laugh, that was the day he realized she knew when he was doing that. After that he just relaxed and accepted each session just the way it went. As time went on, Lynn and her work became his outlet, his fantasy. Now into his forties, once again he no longer dated. The dinners, the dancing, all of the trappings of dating had became just too much. One day, feeling completely comfortable with her by now, he asked her why she had given him an orgasm those few times, when other sessions she did not. "I just see you when you are in need. When you are swollen there, congested? The spasms help you to heal." She smiled at him in that same disarming manner. Dan simply nodded. His life had changed again. Now well past 40 years old, he had accepted himself the way he was. "When your sperm gets thick and sticky like that, it just blocks things up. That is why you swell up. What you need is a good woman. But that is a problem for you sometimes, isn't it?" She asked him bluntly. Dan nodded again, feeling himself flush. Things in his body had again changed, the numbness now defeated him. He even found it very difficult to relieve himself much of the time. Yet for some reason he could not explain, Lynn could cause him to react, and easily. She could also cause him not to, and just as easily most of the time. +++ By now Dan had moved to a much larger shop, and he had several good employees. They were kept very busy building specialty engines for the racing circuit. He kept adding equipment and inventory, and he was well known for not only being the most expensive around, but also the very best. Then sales went national, he became a wealthy man. If a racer wanted to win, he came to Dan, it was just the way it was. +++ There was one brief marriage, to an 18 year old redhead. That was a lesson well learned. A man of nearly 40 just does not fit well with a barely out of high school female. He had stopped his weekly massage sessions during that period, trying hard to keep the peace with her. Three short months and $35,000 later, Dan was a wiser man when it came to females. He went right back to seeing Lynn. She never mentioned the lapse in his appointment schedule. +++ Then came the day Lynn told him she was retiring soon. The thought of that had never even crossed his mind. Lynn had been a huge part of his life for decades, he now felt that she would just always be there. "I am 68 now Dan, it's time." She told him. Dan had not really realized how old Lynn was, she had become just Lynn. She was his friend, his therapist, his salvation. Without her, he knew he would not be able to work, and no way would he be as highly successful as he was. "What am I going to do?" He asked her. "There are lots of therapists, you will find one." She said. Dan was not too sure of that. He had been to see a few others, rarely, during the times when Lynn was on vacation or gone to visit family that he knew lived back East. Each one had been a complete disappointment. One had even very quickly in the session reached out and grabbed his penis, after a few minutes of that he had asked her to stop. The rest acted like everything between his knees and his navel were off limits. The last day came all too quickly, he arrived for his appointment with her feeling saddened. The first thing he noticed was that instead of the normal T-shirt or tank top and jeans, Lynn was wearing a dress. The second thing he noticed was her hair was styled, and she wore traces of makeup. That was a surprise. "You look really nice today, Lynn." He told her. "Today, my work with you is free, OK?" She told him. Dan nodded, thanking her. Then she did another of those normal sessions, like always he felt once again the sudden rush of sensation flow into his body. "Ready to turn over?" She asked, like she had so many times before. Dan rolled over onto his back, feeling himself begin to erect mildly. He waited for her hands to touch his belly, cause his erection to fade but she didn't. This time her hands brushed him, then touched him again. Dan opened his eyes and looked at Lynn. She was looking right back. "May I ask you a favor?" She asked. Lynn appeared to be having a struggle to say something. "Sure, of course. Anything." "I...I want to know if you will...make love to me? Please?" She actually blushed. "What? Really?" Dan was completely floored at that. "Yes, really. I like you and I have wanted to for so very long. Not many men are interested in me because I am..so big and not very pretty. I was hoping maybe...?" Dan sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the table and looked at her. He had never seen shyness or hesitation in her before, not one time in all of the long years. He felt himself growing to his full length as he sat there naked, staring at her. "You have never said anything, you never seemed interested at all....? "It's my work, I couldn't. It would be against the law." She said shyly. "But sometimes you...?" "Yes, when I could see you had..a need. That is different, that is healing." "But? Why now? I don't understand?" "I am a woman, I have needs too. When working, I just...couldn't, but now?" She smiled at him. "You are the most wonderful woman I know! I would love to!" Dan slid off the table and took her big body in his arms, kissing her. She eagerly returned the kiss. His fingers found the catch of the dress at her back, then he slid the zipper down. Her dress dropped to the floor, Lynn was completely naked beneath it. Her face took on a pink hue, but she made no move to cover herself. It was at that moment that he thought about protection, he didn't have any. "Do you have a...condom? I don't..." He suddenly felt hesitant. "There is no need for that." She smiled up at him. Dan reached for her at that. She pressed her hips forward, sighing as she felt his hardness against her belly. Her breasts sagged heavily, the nipples turned upwards. He eased her back, then reached and fondled them, they were soft and heavy, larger than he had realized. Holding her at arms length, he looked at the slight swelling of her tummy, the dark unkempt mass of pubic hair that had a stark contrast to the mix of gray on her head. Reaching down, he drew his fingers up and over her loins, finding her already very damp. Her own hands came forward and slid over his erection as he leaned in and kissed her full on the lips. That was an amazing session, Lynn of course had the exact same talent for getting a man up as she did in getting things to go down. The first time was right there on her massage table. Her flesh gave way easily as he slid inside her that first time. She grunted and moaned as Dan pounded his large erection into her, her big hips nearly lifting him off the table as she tried to get him even deeper. Her face screwed up in what appeared as pain, then her mouth came open and her body shuddered. Dan traced the bright red flush that then appeared between her breasts with his tongue as she cradled his head with her hands. Later, they made it to bedroom in the back, he had never seen it before. He started to play with her breasts but she pushed him back, got on her knees and sucked him onto her mouth. "I have wanted to do this so many times!" She mumbled around the head of his cock. "Why didn't you?" He asked her. "I couldn't, it was business. That wouldn't have been right." She said. "And now?" He asked. "Now we are..just friends." She said. "And I love you." She added. Later, she got down on her hands and knees, turning her fanny towards him. Dan felt satiated, but the view was spectacular. Looking at her with her vagina gaping open, inviting, caused him to swell to his full size again easily. "Do it this way, please?" "You mean, in the rear?" "No, in my pussy, from behind." She actually giggled like a schoolgirl. Dan was happy to comply. It was amazing how incredibly tight she still was. He had to ask her. "How long has it been?" Dan asked her as he thrust into her from behind. "Ten,...uhh.. maybe...uhh...twelve years, and then it wasn't..very..good." "This..is..real..good!" She panted. Finally they slept for an hour or so, Dan woke up to Lynn's hand busy on him. In no time at all he was ready to go again. Lynn lay back on the bed, opened her legs wide. "One last time." She said. That one lasted for a very long while, Lynn was tossing her head back and forth and crying out again at the end. The next morning, they showered together. It was marvelous, the hot water streaming over their naked bodies, the touching, just feeling each other. But Dan was completely spent, he never knew or even imagined that he had four times in one day in him but he knew it now. "I want you to come and live with me, Lynn." He blurted out to her. "No." "No?" "You are a young and strong man, I am an old woman. You need to find a young strong woman to please you." "You please me, Lynn. You aren't so old, and I am nearly 50 now. You told me you love me, well I love you too!" "No, Dan. You are wonderful and I really do thank you. But go now, live your life. Find another Masseuse, then find a good woman to love you." She pushed him out the door after hugging him for a final kiss. Dan did not really understand that. But what could he do? It was one amazing experience, though, and one he would always remember. A few days later, he called Lynn's number. Hoping, perhaps? He could not forget the way she had made him feel, he wanted desperately to see her, make love to her like that again. It had been disconnected. Surprised, he drove down to her place, there was a big "For rent" sign in the window. Dan even called that number, it was a landlord and the man told him he had no idea where Lynn had moved to. It was nearly two months later, trying one "therapist" after another when he was sitting in his chair reading the paper. As he scanned it, he saw her photo, along with several other women carrying signs. The group of old women were protesting an Oregon Senator named Packwood who had exhibited what some would describe as boorish behavior towards their female interns. Dan broke out in hysterics, that sounded exactly like the Lynn he knew. Once again he tried to find her, without success. Barely four months after that, again Dan saw her photo in the newspaper. "Succumbed to complications of Cancer." the text read. Finally he understood. Lynn knew her fate, yet to the end she had kept her pride. He sat there and cried for her. Dan was left with just the memories, and the search. He knew what he needed, he knew exactly. It took him some time to find the grave site, no one was around when he showed up that day to place the single yellow Rose. It was a crisp but Sunny day, the 21st of January. The same day of the year Dan had met Lynn, so many years before. Even the woman he was now married to did not know the reason for the trips. She simply accepted that is was something he had to do. Their marriage was one of convenience, a sharing of life, even though she slept in another room, in her own bed. To some, that might be strange, yet the truth was that it worked just fine. +++ So now, years later, the old man once again stood there looking down at the Yellow Rose he had left. So many times over the years he had stopped by to visit on this date, each time with that single Rose. Not once had he ever told a soul the truth about that last time with Lynn. It was too personal, too perfect. "Go find another masseuse." Lynn had told him so long ago, knowing then that her own fate was set in stone. It had taken him a very long time, but finally he had found one. She was dark haired, pretty, and a bit on the round side. Her touch was also magic. It had taken him years to heal. Years of sessions that made him feel alive, once again. He kept up the appointments with her, always paying her more than she asked for her time. So few are blessed with the instincts, something that cannot be taught. Now once in all that time did she cross the line, she was well aware that some things were against the law. She even used a drape which he did not mind, not really, even though it was more for her than him. At the end of a session one afternoon, she told him the massage was done. Then with a smile, she told him to just lie there and rest, she would be right back. Dan lay there naked underneath the drape, wondering what this was about. When she stepped back through the door, he looked up to see a big smile on her face. Hands "I'm off duty!" She grinned. Then she reached for her bottle of lotion. "I really like you, and I want to make you happy. Since I am off duty, this won't be against the law." She added. +++ Reaching down, the old man rubbed his leg, feeling the sensation of his own fingers. He had sat by the grave site, sharing the way his life was now, not in words but thoughts. Deep inside, he felt like she could hear him, it was like she knew. Then turning to leave, gathering his coat against the cool Winter rain, it was almost like Lynn was there, smiling at him. It was always like that. He felt himself smiling back as he walked away.