Message-ID: <10817eli$9805031941@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: lyndstorys@aol.com (LynDstorys) Subject: LDuke:MASSAGE TABLE Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998050208052401.EAA07350@ladder01.news.aol.com> Massage Table I love to pamper myself once in awhile with a facial at the beauty shop, or a manicure. That sorta thing. Occasionally I go to a nearby masseuse named Joan, and get a rub down. If I have the extra cash, I let it go for 90 minutes. Talk about luxury. This is something I wouldnt try to live without. Especially if Im feeling stressed out, too many problems and worries have piled up on me without relief. A perfect time for pampering. One day 2 summers ago, I was getting massages on a regular weekly basis from Joan. It was a rough time in my marriage, and my health was a problem too---frequent migranes, and a sinus-ear infection that lasted all spring. Well, I walked in off the hot street from where I had parked my car. The snowcone stand across the street looked refreshing. I had a cone before I went into see Joan. When I saw a patient exit her office, I went inside. Joan was her usual jovial self. A little bit quiet, but pleasant. She's about 10 or 12 years older than me, and her kids are all grown up. Thats why she has this business. "Well how are you doing?" She asked me. I said "fine. Just need one of your fantastic massages, and then hopefully I can go straight home and relax." She left the room so I could undress. I hung up all my stuff, then hopped up on the massage table. I got between the cool colorful sheets and lay on my tummy. I hollered "READY". And here was Joan ready to make me feel really good for the better part of 2 hours. The more she worked on my back, the sleepier I became. Til I was snoring away. In my dream I was sitting too near a campfire and I began to feel sweaty and uncomfortable. I kicked my legs out feet. I cried out in my sleep and kicked my feet free again saying, "Its too hot." Apparently our time was half used up, as she had me flip onto my back. Then she did a very unusual thing. She put her right hand under my head, and her left hand on my forehead. Holding my head she was. I felt strange. Why was she checking me for fever?? I noticed I was starting to get one of my migrane headaches, so I told Joan, "I need to take a migrane capsule before we can resume." "OK" she said, "just a minute, lie still please". Then she brought me a cup of water and my purse so I could get my headache meds. I took the pill and felt reassured that I wouldnt be aching much longer because I had caught it in time. As she took the cup and purse away, she said, "Dear, would you please turn on your side. Here is a pillow for you." I figured it was some new massage stroke she had learned. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |