Message-ID: <10818eli$9805031942@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: <1998050210043001.GAA08982@ladder03.news.aol.com> THIS STORY IS BEING RESUBMITTED, BECAUSE THE EARLIER SUBMITTAL TODAY WAS INCOMPLETE. THANKS, LYN 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 crisp colorful sheets and lay on my tummy. I loved the feel of the coolness on my naked butt cheeks. And pressed my chest into the coolness.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 me, 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.My head throbbed.Very uncomfortable feeling. I kicked my legs out from under the sheets so they would feel cool again. Joan covered my feet. I kicked them free again. Joan covered my feet. I cried out in my sleep and kicked my feet free again saying, "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 between her hands she was. I felt strange. Why was she checking me for fever??I mustve been a little spacy. 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". And she continued checking my temperature with her hand for a rough estimate of my condition. Her hand felt very cool and refreshing on my face, very pleasing. As far as I knew I was infection free and fever free. 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. Little did I know. She stepped into her little bathroom and when she came out, she pulled the covers off my feet and said "Is that better?", I said it was better."Draw your knees up to your chest" she said as she lifted up the sheet.I felt her expose my behind. "JUst keep relaxing so I can check you now, OK?" I felt her grasp my buttocks cheeks and I gasped and said "Hey what are you doing?" Then something cold and greaasy was smeared all over my rectum and about an inch inside. "Im taking your temp. Please lie still. I think your infection has come back, you keep complaining of being too warm. I cant turn up the air-- you could get a chill." I felt embarrassed, but cooperative and a little turned on. I felt her lift up the upper cheek, and the tip of the thermometer touched me. "Ready?" She asked as she pushed it slowly into my rectum. Her aim was very good. She didnt poke me or anything. Then her hand held it in place, everyonce in awhile her hand would shake or wiggle a little, and that moved the stick a tiny bit. She let it stay a good 5 minutes. I watched the clock. Then slipped it out and she read it. She told me my temp was one degree over normal. No big deal, but that I should keep track of it since I had been sick over the spring. Now everytime I go there, I wonder if her thermometer is ready. I make sure not to go to Joan when Im sick, unless Im in need of some kinky thermometer play from Joan, whom I dont believe is aware of my feelings . -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |