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 fifty-three, 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.