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This happened back in 2015 when I was 25. One of my best friends, Ashley, came to town. She was gonna Med College in Tucson while I was finishing up a Massage Therapy program in Tempe Arizona. That year, Halloween just so happened to fall on a Saturday and she wanted to come up for the weekend to hit the town.

She dressed up as a mermaid and I dressed up as Velma from Scooby Doo. Honestly, it was one of my better costumes. I mean, compared to the other women at the party it wasn’t the most revealing, but it definitely had an understated sexiness. I wore a red mini pleated skirt, orange thigh-high stockings, a baggy orange sweater, a high-quality wig that when worn with just a bra and panties made it look like I was some undercover Russian spy. To top it all off I wore cherry red lipstick (well technically “lipstain”) and oversized reading glasses.

The party was pretty underwhelming. Ashley and I had sort of outgrown the sloppy and sweaty drunk crowd and after about an hour we decided to get some icecream, head back to her place and watch a scary movie or something.

When we walked in her house, or rather, her dads house, I went to her room to take off the wig and swap the sweater for a white tank I had in my car cause as perfect as that sweater was for the costume, it was pretty itchy. At the moment I was kicking myself for not bringing a pair of comfy sweats but little did I know I’d be soooo glad I didn’t.

After we got more comfortable we headed down to the basement where they had an awesome movie room. It was dark but we saw the tv was already on her dad was still awake watching some kind of survival show.

“Hey girls! You’re back early! It’s not even midnight?”

Her dad, John, was divorced, living alone with his lab Lacey and even though I’ve all the time found him to be somewhat attractive I’ve never been “attracted” to him if that makes sense. At the time he was in his late forties, athletic, and an avid outdoorsman. He had this salt and pepper Matthew McConaughey-like hair that swept back and a white, comfortable smile that gave him distinguished lines on the outer edges of his eyes. I’ve all the time wondered crows feet are hot.

It had been a couple years since I had seen him last and for whatever reason that night I was awestruck. I don’t know if it was some leftover confidence from my costume or the fact that even though we had struck out at the party I was still in a “prowling” mood but he was So. God. Damn. Sexy. to me.

“Yeah party was a bust so we decided to watch a scary movie instead,” Ashley replied.

He laughed, said “Sure thing, and made a welcoming gesture for us to come sit down. We plopped down on the opposite side of his ginormous u-shaped sofa, got cozy with a couple of blankets and he tossed over the remote. While Ashley was scrolling through Netflix, John and I were making small talk. I was definitely smiling and making more eye contact than I normally would. At one moment he flashed me this smile and we both sat there looking at each other. I could feel myself getting aroused and I was pretty sure he was into it too.

Ashley, who had been solely focused on reading synopses and scrolling through Horror movie titles had been completely oblivious to her dad and I almost flirting. She finally decided on a movie and put it on. John scooted to the edge of the sofa as if he was gonna get up but didn’t. He just sat at the edge and stared at the TV as if he wanted to give us our space but also didn’t want to miss what was happening on the screen.

We all were watching this scary movie and after literally 15 minutes Ashley was out cold. I made a joke about how we’re so old and boring now and he chuckled and said something about how the mind wants to stay young forever but the body has other plans. Almost on queue he adjusted his position and let out this grunt as if he was in pain. I laughed and said “Geeze are you ok?” He said he thinks he overdid it during his workout yesterday and now his hamstrings are shot. I asked if he had used a foam roller or anything on them and he said no. He also mentioned how annoyed he was at himself cause him and his buddies are doing a pretty long mountain biking trail the next day and he doesn’t want to be slowing people down.

“Maybe I can help then,” I said. He gave me a confused look. “I’m a massage therapist! Well…almost haha,” I winked. He looked at me with the sexiest half smile and started to reply “I mean if you..” I cut him off. I knew he was too polite and I’d have to be the one to grab the reins in this situation.

“C’mon let’s go upstairs, I think it will really help,” I gestured.

I followed him upstairs and he was grunting/limping the whole way. I joked that he’s lucky I’m even here or else he’d look like a total loser in front of his friends tomorrow. He let out a breathy laugh, like the kind when you’re trying to be quiet.

When we got to the top of the stairs I told him we’re gonna need a flat surface and some oil. He stood frozen but I kept my cool.

“Stop being weird about it! A bed would be the easiest place if you don’t have an actual massage table,” I suggested.

He agreed and led me to his bedroom. By this time I’m so willing and turned on. My vagina is throbbing with anticipation but I’m doing my best to act casual. He didn’t have any massage oil but we settled on coconut oil.

While he was in the kitchen getting it I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror in his bedroom and my nipples were practically poking through my white tank. You could also barely see the outline of my areolas. Red lipstick was still perfectly in tact, stockings were still on, and my long brown hair had a sexy messiness to it. I looked fucking hot. “Perfect”, I wondered. Before he came back in I slipped off my underwear so I was completely nude underneath my skirt, threw them under his bed and turned off all the lights except for one in the toilet room.

I was in the bathroom washing my hands when John came back with the coconut oil and closed the door behind him. My heart was thumping out of my chest. He looked me up and down and I could tell he was taking it all in.

“Ok strip down Mr. Peterson you’re getting the full body treatment tonight,” I said in a teasing tone while handing him a towel. “I won’t look.”

I turned around and I could hear him underdressing and getting on the bed.

“You ready?” I asked.

“I am,” he replied with a chuckle in his voice.

NSFW: yes

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