Marilyn F.

Two years after meeting Barbara M., I was introduced to a good friend of hers. My massages had not progressed beyond massage. All my work was above the board and by the book. It wasn’t until later that things changed.

Marilyn was another recommendation from Barbara. Marilyn was a hair stylist at the salon where Barb visited frequently. Marilyn was also a close friend too. They shared many secrets about their personal lives. Marilyn was a few years older than Barb and kept in pretty good shape. A few extra pounds but still very attractive. The years working on her feet have been catching up to her and she seemed to be getting a lot more tired standing all day. Not like it used to be in her youth. So one day Barb suggested a massage. Marilyn wasn’t to keen on the idea. She had that true red head fair and sensitive skin. Sometimes when people would touch her, she would shy away because feel like some one touching a sunburn.

She didn’t know what to expect and was modest about getting undressed and lying on a massage table in front of a stranger. It had been a few years since Bob, her fianc?had broken off their relationship. She hadn’t been with any other men since and felt uncomfortable about being naked in front of others. She had an inferiority complex about her body, not that she was over weight. She was thinner than most people. She was about 5′ 9” and weighed about 165 pounds. That is not fat; that’s perfect. Marilyn was concerned about herself because she was covered with freckles. She looked at this as a sign of frightfulness. I have a weakness for red haired women and saw nothing but beauty. Seeing them up close causes my groin to stir; perhaps from memories of Autumn, an earlier red haired client. Marilyn was also a true red head.

Barb gave her my phone number and told her to call me for an appointment. She told Marilyn that she had been coming to me for a couple of years now. “Pete takes care of all my aches and pains and I’m sure he could do the same for you.” A week or so later I was giving Barb her monthly massage and she mention that she gave my number to Marilyn. Barb gave me some background about Marilyn just in case she might call so I would know who it was.

“Marilyn is one of my best friends and I want you to treat her the same way you’ve treated me. I told her how gentle you are, because she mentioned she has very sensitive skin. ” The next day I got a call. It was Marilyn. She explained that one of her clients gave my number to her and said she would like to make an appointment for a massage. She explained how her feet and legs felt very heavy at the end of the day and was wondering if a massage would help. I told her certainly.

It was quite warm and humid for an early June day. When Marilyn came over I explained what massage was about and told her to undress to where she felt comfortable; this being a first massage and her being somewhat shy about her body. When I came back into the room, Marilyn was laying face down under the sheet. I turned the sheet down to start her back as I usually do. A good back massage always eases tensions very quickly and helps a person to relax much faster.

As I pulled the sheet down to her lower back, I noticed that she felt more comfortable with everything off except her light green silk panties. While I was doing her back, she mentioned, “Barbara had told me that basically you would massage anything that wasn’t covered with clothes and that a full body massage was much better than just having my feet and legs done. After all everything is connected, right? Marilyn’s skin was very sensitive. She didn’t mind the pressure on her feet and legs, because they needed it. From standing all day at work, the added pressure would help with the circulation; she enjoyed every bit of it.

Every where else Marilyn wanted very light feathery, tickling strokes. It reminded her of when she was little. Her brother and she would play tickle. It appeared to me that as Marilyn had gotten older she used this tickling on herself. It seemed to have a very soothing and relaxing effect on her. I’m not sure if she realized it. To her it just felt good, peaceful and put her in a relaxed mood. So I continued with this ‘spider and butterfly ‘ I called it, massage tickling. She was pleasantly oohing and aahing and even rocking herself a bit. I could see she was truly enjoying this. This was more like a massage I would do during a cooling down period, but she wanted most of the massage that way.