Adjustment
I haven’t been feeling well for the last three months. My body ached all over, some days worse than others. I went to a doctor, and after a battery of expensive tests that showed I didn’t have Lyme disease or rheumatoid arthritis, he diagnosed me with fibromyalgia and prescribed several medications, including pain relievers, muscle relaxants, and sleeping pills. When those didn’t seem to improve my mysterious pain, he added steroids. I was a zombie for a few weeks and wasn’t feeling any better, although the meds seemed to mask the pain for a while. While going off the meds, I went through a few horrible withdrawal days. When it was over, it still hurt, but instead of being everywhere, it seemed to be localized to my shoulders and hands, which seemed to be perpetually numb. I was very unhappy and went back to the doctor. He suggested I see a specialist, so I called for an appointment, and the earliest was more than a month away.
When the specialist informed me of his fees, I began to consider whether or not I could live with the pain. Considering I was broke and almost destitute and had little work to do, it was a major decision. I contacted some of my old friends who practiced holistic medicine and one of them, Laura, said she would give me some acupuncture treatments for free. I went to her and while the treatments felt great they only worked for a few days and then I felt old and sick again.
I decided to see if the chiropractor whose office was down the block could help me. When I saw his rates, I almost passed out because they were higher than the specialist’s. As you can imagine, I was really disappointed by now. And then luck struck me. Later that day, I was walking my dog when I passed a strange little house with a small “Vip Zone” sign. I went in to find out more. She was with a client so my dog and I waited a while until she could consult with me.
When her meeting was over, she came to meet me. I liked her immediately. She was tall, thin, but strong and with a very pleasant personality. I told her my story and she informed me that she could see me at the end of the day and that her fee was forty to fifty five dollars depending on what she was doing. I could afford that. I made my appointment and set out to run some errands.
When I returned, she ushered me into her office. For the next forty-five minutes, she adjusted me in various ways, and when she was done, I felt considerably better than when I entered. My hand still felt weird, but my shoulders were much improved. She asked me if I wanted another meeting as there were other areas she wanted to work on and of course I agreed. I noticed that as she leaned over the desk, her nice breasts were visible under her v-neck cotton shirt. They weren’t particularly large, but they were round orbs. Her small half cup bra revealed the tips of her brown nipples. I took that memory with me when I left her office.
Over the next few weeks, I continued my appointments. I even canceled my appointment with the specialist because I was starting to feel stronger and less uncomfortable, I was even sleeping longer at night. Trina and I became more comfortable with each other as we discussed our lives, our families, and our pleasures during my visits. We shared musical tastes and prepared CDs for her. I found out that her youngest child was a freshman in college. I also learned that, like me, he has been divorced for eight years. And like me, she was often alone. I offered to take her to dinner several times and she finally agreed. We had a great time together and maintained a professional relationship, although I’m sure she could feel my desire growing and at times I even thought they might have mutual feelings. I let that part slide though and didn’t want to ruin our beautiful relationship.
Today, as usual, I was her last customer. I arrived in shorts and a t-shirt and took my t-shirt off when I entered the treatment room. I was surprised to see her bending over to adjust the table. He was wearing drawstring cotton pants and I could make out the line under the thin pants. As I went to lie down she asked me to do something I had never done before, she asked me to take off my shorts but keep my underwear on.
– I want to work your sacrum today, so leave in your panties, Rick.
– Um… uh… well, Trina, I’m not wearing panties. I’m commando.
– It really doesn’t matter to me if you’re okay with it. Actually, it might be better because I was thinking of giving you a massage today too. We’re going to put this towel over you.
– Nothing. I don’t need a towel.
I pulled off my shorts and went back to lie on my stomach. She glanced at my cock hanging from my thigh and patted the table, placing the towel over my ass.
Throughout the massage, I chatted quietly and felt no discomfort as her hands worked over me. With my head resting in the hole in the table, I knew she had a view every time she pulled my legs back.
– Ok, time to go back. I want to adjust your shoulders now.
I turned around and as the towel fell to the floor, my semi-erect cock popped straight up.
– I apologize for my penis, Trina, it seems to be thinking for itself!
She laughed:
– Is OK. It’s cute. I haven’t seen one in a while and it looks really nice.
She came over and took a close look and I noticed that she was surprised that I had shaved my testicles. I explained that a few years ago, during intercourse, me and my girlfriend were clean shaven, and that I got used to the feeling, that I liked it, and that I continued to keep them clean.
He went to the head of the table and asked me to take a few deep breaths. As I followed her instructions, I got a whiff of her perfume and it was literally stunning. When I took my second breath, I leaned my head back a bit and inhaled more of her fork, which was only six inches away. My penis was now fully erect.
“You seem to like this,” she said as she placed her hands under my shoulders and worked my shoulder blades.
– It looks like you too. You smell wonderful.
– It’s just the Oil of Olay soap I use, that’s all.
– No, I don’t think so, Trina. I mean the scent of your pussy. I think you’re wet.
– Hmmm… I think you’re right. Look, does this help?
He let his drawstring pants fall. I leaned back and looked at her pink thong. I had a large wet area revealing her wispy pubic hair through the material. I took a deep breath as she leaned forward. My nose was touching her panties and the aroma was heavy and I moaned.
– Okay, okay. Just close your eyes and let me work on you.
I did as she said and let her finish the adjustment. He told me to keep quiet and he would be back in a few minutes to massage me. I closed my eyes to relax, but my penis didn’t follow my mental commands.
A few minutes later, Trina returned with a tray of oils she had just heated. She took off her t-shirt and undid her bra, revealing her sweet breasts.
– You have a great body, Trina. I like your boobs. You look like a goddess standing there in nothing but a thong.
– I don’t want to spoil my clothes with oil, and I think you shouldn’t be the only one naked. Now turn back again, please.
I turned around and adjusted my cock so it was resting on my stomach. She poured warm oil over me and I went into a state of bliss as she massaged me. Her strong hands ran from my arms to my legs. When he was working my legs, he would move his hands up and between my buttocks. After about fifteen minutes she told me to come back again.
– I see you are still strong. Do you feel uncomfortable?
– Yes a little. Nothing I can’t live with though!
She giggled.
– Oh, Rick, you’re saying exactly the right things! You’re funny.
She moved to my head and started massaging my scalp. I leaned my head back so that my nose rested in the wet crevice of her panties. As she moved up and back along my chest, I let my nose slide along her vagina. Soften. I reached behind her and pulled her buttocks in front of me. She left me for a few minutes and then moved away, moving down to the bottom of the table where she could work my lower body. Every time he ran his hands up my legs he avoided my cock. Finally, she had finished the massage. I felt great, better than I have felt in months.
– And now the piece de resistance – the happy ending.
She dripped warm oil on my cock and started masturbating me. She seemed fascinated by my hairless testicles.
– You’re right, these feel good as her oily fingers rolled them. Her other hand was now rubbing my cock, twisting and pulling it up and down.
– Trina, you’re going to make me cum soon.
He lowered his mouth onto me as he continued to massage my testicles. Her lips were heavenly as I reached down to cup her breast and roll her nipple between the fingers of my numb hand. I began to arch my back as she sucked me deeper. She ran a finger along my sphincter and as she did so I began to shoot ropes of cum down her throat. She stroked harder, not letting anything go to waste. When she was done and my cock started to relax, she released me and rolled her palm along my cock.
– Thanks Rick, I really needed that.
– Oh no, Trina, I’m the one who should be thanking you… but I’m not done with you.
I got up from the table and stroked her:
– It’s your turn.
She lay on the table as I slowly removed her soaked thong. I lifted it to my nose with a long dramatic “Aaaaah” I inhaled her delicious scent.
I moved to her face and leaned down to take her lips between mine and taste my cum as I licked her. Then I dripped some oil on her breasts and started spreading the oil, every now and then pulling a nipple or taking it between my lips. Her eyes were on my every move. When I reached her pussy, I spread her legs and opened her. Her slightly tousled hair framed her labia and my hands put oil in it and around her ass. Holding both buttocks, I pulled her vagina up in front of me and began to lick her from bottom to clit. I made lazy circles around it and she shook. Her shaking increased and I knew she couldn’t last much longer. Her hips rocked in rhythm with my tongue and I was quickly rewarded with her juices pouring out of her and onto her thighs. He had a few shakes and was done. We slowly slid over her and kissed sharing her juice.
We lay there for a few minutes until she gently pushed me away. We got up and threw off our clothes.
“I don’t feel right charging you for today’s session,” she said.
– So will you let me take you to dinner tonight?
That was about an hour ago. I just got out of the shower and now I’m getting dressed, although I intend to go commando. I pick her up in half an hour and take her to the little French bistro by the port. Then I plan to take her home so we can have a good time.
And I haven’t felt this good in months.
