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Ever get the feeling you’ve just been stitched…? It’s an unhappy feeling especially when the person doing the stitching is your dearly beloved, your other half. I lead a normal, easy going fairly blameless life these days. Ok, so Sven hasn’t always been entirely good, but, if you pardon the vernacular, for most of the time I’ve been ‘gooder’ than most – or perhaps lucky and careful not to get caught too often. This time my protestations failed, miserably. Maybe I ought to rewind a tad. My other half’s niece had arrived to stay with us. Forget sixteen year old nymphos, when you get to our age, think more like fifty plus year old aging has-beens, except Sam wasn’t. A has-been that is. Divorced yes, has-been no way. In fact that’s really the problem. I trust the woman about as far as I can fling a grand piano. Which, with my back, is not far and not a lot! Something was definitely not quite above board. The object of my concern had arrived a couple of hours before, stiff, tired and cranky after a rather long sojourn on the roads, through the summer holiday traffic to our neck of the woods. The travel difficulties keep most of our relatives away during the summer months, a fact not a million miles from our decision to move here in the first place. That and the fact we don’t have any spare bedrooms. At all! Well, perhaps an air bed şişli escort in the dining room, maybe, and only for the selected. A very selected few. My other half had an appointment in town she couldn’t put off, indeed had been waiting for for some time. Niece and I both got a muttered, ‘See you later – I’ll try not to be more than two hours…’ over her shoulder as she hurtled out the door. That left us with the dog, who looked her usual mournful self at not getting to go out for a walk as well. Sam looked at me in a wheedling way. A way that said she knew she was going to get round me so why didn’t I just give in and do what was being asked. By both her and my just departed wife. I had now had time to think about it a little and in the end thought I might as well give in gracefully, I’d never hear the end of it otherwise. “OK Sam, you win, we’d better do it on our bed, it’s firm enough and close enough to the right height as well, I’ll go put the oil on to warm,” and so I went to prepare. It was all her own fault, she will tell people that I’ve been learning the gentle art of massage and that for tired and stiff muscles I’m very good at getting the kinks out of the achy bits. It’s just that, well, how can I put it, I’ve never done it to anyone else other than my dearly beloved, which is just as well as it tends mecidiyeköy escort to have the wrong effect on me, let alone her. It’s normally a Sunday afternoon thing and we keep it as a special event. Why? Because I find it very difficult to avoid things getting more than a little out of hand. We usually end up screwing like it’s going out of fashion. And now I was being asked to do it on Sam. I knew it was going to cause a problem and we hadn’t even begun. I guess I ought to admit before we go any further that I’ve lusted after this woman for several years now. That was the other reason I didn’t really want to do that. Your niece, even if it’s only by marriage, is a little too close to one’s own doorstep for fooling around. I felt a little like the object of that limerick, you know the one: She knew what they meant, but still went or some such line. I sighed inwardly and muttered grace to myself, for what I’m about to receive, etc, etc, as I put the oil on the burner to warm up. I changed into a pair of shorts and a light top. It was not a cold day and this activity usually makes me more than a little warm. While I was waiting I put the sheet my wife had so thoughtfully provided over the top of the normal covers. Jeez! She even thought of that. Hell! She knows where this is going. While I was still thinking about that fact Sam came out of our bathroom, wearing a smile, just a smile. I tried not to react as she said, “Didn’t want to get oil on my underwear, so I thought this might be easier if I’m like this from the start.”Let’s just say that, without staring, I mean that would have been rude, I noted she was a natural blonde! Not trusting myself to speak in anything other than a squeak I just nodded as I waved at the bed, hoping she would lie face-down before she noticed the erection that was already trying to escape from my darned shorts! Fortunately she got into place fairly promptly. I positioned the oil where I could reach it and still keep one hand touching her at all times. It’s an important piece of continuity that some folks forget. I already had a CD of some rather nice New Age music to massage people by playing gently in the background. It would just pick tracks at random till I switched it off. Deep breath and begin… It’s odd how you can forget and stop worrying about what you’re doing when you carry out massage. You become involved, almost at one with your subject, working your way through a sort of preset routine, feeling the bumps and the knots and working them out, gently but firmly. I had started on her shoulders, which were tense, and then backed up a little before easing the tension in her neck. Heaven only knows what all the muscles are called, I don’t know, I’m not into things so much that I’ve bothered to learn them. I know what I like and I simply try to do it to others, as well.
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