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The Pharmacist and the massage
Among the many adventures that Nevio and I have lived (for those who want to know us a little better, I suggest you read our first story: "Everything started with a boat trip") there is one a little bit particular, in the sense that it was not planned or agreed - like many others - through specialized sites. On the contrary, this time I want to tell it to you (maybe with a little help from my husband), because it was, at least for me, just out of the norm.
That spring I was beginning to worry about my figure: summer was approaching and the thought of having a few extra pounds or wrinkles made me uncomfortable. There was no need for Nevio to tell me that my body was perfect, that I would have no problem showing it: there were neither wrinkles nor wrinkles nor - above all - too many kilos. All useless, to the point that I decided to go to Francesco, the pharmacist of the district where we lived and that we had already known for many years, to buy some slimming pills and firming creams.
The pharmacist, at my request for slimming pills, told me that, at least from what he could see, my body did not need any intervention:
- Dear Mrs. Rosalba, believe me, your body is perfect, I speak against my interest, you don't need me to lose weight.
- Dear doctor, you are quick to say that you don't need them, I don't feel ready to go to the beach like this, with a body that I don't think is tonic.
- To me it seems more than tonic, but as I told you before, I can only judge by what I see and what I see is such that I think it will make the heads of all the men you will meet on the beach turn. Allow me - and so saying, you touch my bottom first and then my breast - No, Mrs. Rosalba, your body is fine for me, maybe your muscles are slightly undertone. So, since the problem is not the extra pounds but the tonicity, more than pills and creams I would suggest a couple of sessions of firming massages: there is Vera, a very dear friend of mine, a qualified masseuse who specializes in this and she is very good.
- You almost convinced me, Doctor. Give me the address, but if it doesn't work, I'll come back and protest.
To make a long story short, once I have the address, I'll arrange a preliminary meeting over the phone with Vera in order to check it out.
The meeting takes place two nights later. Vera, a woman in her thirties with a black raven hair cut like a helmet and wearing a white coat buttoned almost up to her neck, introduces me into a small and elegant accommodation, almost more like a foot on the ground than a massotherapy clinic. There was, yes, a massage bed and a display case with creams and bottles, but also a bar cabinet and a large leather sofa bed: the environment looked more like a love nest than an outpatient clinic.
- Mrs. Vera, this place is very nice, but it doesn't look like a clinic.
- Dear Rosalba, leave the lady alone and let's be on a first-name basis; the particular furniture is intentional: the women who come here should not feel like patients at the massage therapist, but like friends in a friend's house. For this reason, the health aspect has been reduced to an essential minimum. Come on, get undressed and lie down on the couch and we'll see what's to be done.
At this point I take off everything except my underwear and lie on my back on the couch.
- But what a nice little body we have here, does Vera, I think Francesco was right in telling me that you didn't need creams, but at most some firming massages. Let's take off the bra to see how these little tits fall and if they need fixing.
And so saying Vera takes off my bra and starts a short circular massage on my breasts, first the right one and then the left one, a massage that makes my nipples become numb and I'm a bit embarrassed: it's not that I'm shy (I've been through a lot with Nevio and friends), but I didn't imagine that massages could cause me these sensations.
- Now Rosalba turn around on her stomach and let's see how her buttocks are at home.
And so saying, she turns me around while taking off my panties at the same time.
- Dear Rosalba you have a perfect ass, she tells me starting a light massage, we will put some balsamic oil on it to help the massage therapy.
Vera's hands, after having smeared a little bit of perfumed oil and staked my buttocks well until they become red, then descend towards the junction of the legs that are widened a little bit, showing off my chip.
- But what a beautiful little flower we have here, do you know Rosalba that the tonicity of the body is also linked to the relaxation of this well hidden but much sought after organ? The nerve endings that start from the small and large lips but especially from the clitoris affect the tonicity of the whole musculature and transmit well-being or discomfort to the whole body.
- No, I didn't know that, although I must say that after fucking I always feel relaxed and blissful. But do you mean that the more you make love to a man, the more toned your body is?
- Almost, almost. Because the love relationship doesn't have to be necessarily linked to a man, but it has to be something that involves above all the brain: it's not about the man, it's the stimulation, the sexual excitement, the physical impulse that is irradiated throughout the body that counts, and this can also be done by a woman. Watch this.
And so saying begins a massage of the inner parts, softer, of the thighs and ends with the touch of my chip. Under her delicate touch I relax and let myself go, but the relaxation is soon replaced by a principle of excitement when Vera's fingers touch my little button.
- Vera but so you make me excited, is this part of the massage too?
- Certainly, the massage must provoke a feeling of well-being that spreads throughout the body, in fact, turn around on your stomach so we work better.
Obedient and now on the verge of an orgasm I turn around lying on my back, my legs together, even if I was a bit tense. Vera, after having unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her gown (discovering in part a thriving breast) to work more comfortably, begins a massage that slowly rises from her feet and legs up to her groin.
- Dear Rosalba relax, release the tension: you have all your belly muscles contracted.
- It's easy for you, Vera, but I feel a little embarrassed.
- You don't have to be, as I told you, you have to relax and let yourself go, let your body leave your worries, fears and shame for this moment. If you think that in order to be equal, to make yourself comfortable, I have to undress too, just say so, there's no problem.
And so saying continues the massage by touching the pussy several times, but without ever touching it.
At this point I'm now relaxed and a little upset: the massage inside my thighs has made me feel new sensations, never experienced with a man, even with all the experience lived in the various adventures with Nevio. I've never had a meeting with a lesbian and the experience could be interesting.
- Alright Vera, take off your clothes too, at this point it seems right to me to continue in two.
In a few moments Vera's gown is on the ground, underneath she had nothing, except a pussy surrounded by a little black grove like hair, an ass that the males would define as a blast and two beautiful tits with nipples already erect.
Now there's no need for words: Vera starts kissing my navel, slowly climbing up to my breasts from where, after nibbling my nipples, she goes down to my feet, going up with her tongue along my legs to the pussy that licks me with taste. At this point I'm more than excited and I make her get on top of me, starting a ravenous sixty-nine: I was crazy for blowjobs, but the pussy is not bad either!
At this point, while I hear a fantastic orgasm approaching, we hear the bell ringing. Vera goes to the intercom and after a little talk she turns to me:
- Dearest is Francesco, the pharmacist, I forgot that I had an appointment with him, you know I also like men, especially those who know how to do it and he is one of those, I assure you. Now he's on his way up, I hope you're not embarrassed to let him see you naked, keep in mind that he's still a doctor.
I was too excited to have any qualms whatsoever, and the idea of being seen naked by the pharmacist I'd known for years stimulated a further fantasy:
- He's a doctor after all, but how do you explain being naked to him?
- Don't worry, he's used to seeing me naked, we've been friends for a long time, in fact I think we can tease him a bit with this.
Having said that, Vera goes to the door and lets Francesco in, but he doesn't seem very surprised by the scene in front of him.
- I told you, Mrs. Rosalba, that he has a beautiful body and can show it off without any problems. Rather I hope I haven't interrupted anything, I thought Vera had already finished with her massage.
- In fact, the massage is over, Vera intervenes, now we were trying a very special relaxing therapy. But from what I can see from your pants you need a relaxing massage too.
In fact, a considerable bump was wasting the line of the pants at the groin of poor Francesco: evidently the presence of the two of us naked, hot, had done its effect.
- Yes, it is true, but as we do with the lady here present, does Francesco, she is a loyal customer and I would not want to do her wrong by embarrassing her.
Vera, who obviously knows her chickens well, caressing my ass, answers:
- No problem, right Rosalba? We can continue our game while he's being a good spectator. And so saying goes back on the bed and resumes the sixty-nine interrupted while Francesco undresses starting to caress his big cock.
Between one tongue action and the other I, who by now have already had a couple of orgasms and I have well understood the intentions of Francesco and his partner, suddenly I remember having a dirty husband like me, so I ask if I can also invite Nevio to the party:
- Dear Vera, you were right with the speech about muscle relaxation, but now I would also like a bit of cock, why not invite my husband Nevio? I think he will be happy to contribute to this party.
To Francesco these words illuminate his eyes, perhaps it is more than he had imagined and so he answers laughing:
- Rosalba, if it's dick you need, I'm here, and as you see well provided, but Nevio is welcome too, so we can play fuck broom in four.
I immediately phone Nevio explaining how the firming massage had evolved and inviting him to the party; a quarter of an hour later he also arrives in this apartment, where he finds the massage bed moved to a corner and the sofa bed open with me on top committed to give a sublime blowjob to Francesco. In the blink of an eye he's naked too, ready to lick Vera's magnificent ass while she's shaking me.
It was a really hot night, Vera proved to be a phenomenal fucker while Francesco showed an enviable resistance (who knows, maybe because he's a pharmacist...): I never complained about Nevio, but having two cocks like that was the best for me. In the end we were so satisfied with all four of them that we went back to that little quarter several more times. To give relaxing massages, of course!
Among the many adventures that Nevio and I have lived (for those who want to know us a little better, I suggest you read our first story: "Everything started with a boat trip") there is one a little bit particular, in the sense that it was not planned or agreed - like many others - through specialized sites. On the contrary, this time I want to tell it to you (maybe with a little help from my husband), because it was, at least for me, just out of the norm.
That spring I was beginning to worry about my figure: summer was approaching and the thought of having a few extra pounds or wrinkles made me uncomfortable. There was no need for Nevio to tell me that my body was perfect, that I would have no problem showing it: there were neither wrinkles nor wrinkles nor - above all - too many kilos. All useless, to the point that I decided to go to Francesco, the pharmacist of the district where we lived and that we had already known for many years, to buy some slimming pills and firming creams.
The pharmacist, at my request for slimming pills, told me that, at least from what he could see, my body did not need any intervention:
- Dear Mrs. Rosalba, believe me, your body is perfect, I speak against my interest, you don't need me to lose weight.
- Dear doctor, you are quick to say that you don't need them, I don't feel ready to go to the beach like this, with a body that I don't think is tonic.
- To me it seems more than tonic, but as I told you before, I can only judge by what I see and what I see is such that I think it will make the heads of all the men you will meet on the beach turn. Allow me - and so saying, you touch my bottom first and then my breast - No, Mrs. Rosalba, your body is fine for me, maybe your muscles are slightly undertone. So, since the problem is not the extra pounds but the tonicity, more than pills and creams I would suggest a couple of sessions of firming massages: there is Vera, a very dear friend of mine, a qualified masseuse who specializes in this and she is very good.
- You almost convinced me, Doctor. Give me the address, but if it doesn't work, I'll come back and protest.
To make a long story short, once I have the address, I'll arrange a preliminary meeting over the phone with Vera in order to check it out.
The meeting takes place two nights later. Vera, a woman in her thirties with a black raven hair cut like a helmet and wearing a white coat buttoned almost up to her neck, introduces me into a small and elegant accommodation, almost more like a foot on the ground than a massotherapy clinic. There was, yes, a massage bed and a display case with creams and bottles, but also a bar cabinet and a large leather sofa bed: the environment looked more like a love nest than an outpatient clinic.
- Mrs. Vera, this place is very nice, but it doesn't look like a clinic.
- Dear Rosalba, leave the lady alone and let's be on a first-name basis; the particular furniture is intentional: the women who come here should not feel like patients at the massage therapist, but like friends in a friend's house. For this reason, the health aspect has been reduced to an essential minimum. Come on, get undressed and lie down on the couch and we'll see what's to be done.
At this point I take off everything except my underwear and lie on my back on the couch.
- But what a nice little body we have here, does Vera, I think Francesco was right in telling me that you didn't need creams, but at most some firming massages. Let's take off the bra to see how these little tits fall and if they need fixing.
And so saying Vera takes off my bra and starts a short circular massage on my breasts, first the right one and then the left one, a massage that makes my nipples become numb and I'm a bit embarrassed: it's not that I'm shy (I've been through a lot with Nevio and friends), but I didn't imagine that massages could cause me these sensations.
- Now Rosalba turn around on her stomach and let's see how her buttocks are at home.
And so saying, she turns me around while taking off my panties at the same time.
- Dear Rosalba you have a perfect ass, she tells me starting a light massage, we will put some balsamic oil on it to help the massage therapy.
Vera's hands, after having smeared a little bit of perfumed oil and staked my buttocks well until they become red, then descend towards the junction of the legs that are widened a little bit, showing off my chip.
- But what a beautiful little flower we have here, do you know Rosalba that the tonicity of the body is also linked to the relaxation of this well hidden but much sought after organ? The nerve endings that start from the small and large lips but especially from the clitoris affect the tonicity of the whole musculature and transmit well-being or discomfort to the whole body.
- No, I didn't know that, although I must say that after fucking I always feel relaxed and blissful. But do you mean that the more you make love to a man, the more toned your body is?
- Almost, almost. Because the love relationship doesn't have to be necessarily linked to a man, but it has to be something that involves above all the brain: it's not about the man, it's the stimulation, the sexual excitement, the physical impulse that is irradiated throughout the body that counts, and this can also be done by a woman. Watch this.
And so saying begins a massage of the inner parts, softer, of the thighs and ends with the touch of my chip. Under her delicate touch I relax and let myself go, but the relaxation is soon replaced by a principle of excitement when Vera's fingers touch my little button.
- Vera but so you make me excited, is this part of the massage too?
- Certainly, the massage must provoke a feeling of well-being that spreads throughout the body, in fact, turn around on your stomach so we work better.
Obedient and now on the verge of an orgasm I turn around lying on my back, my legs together, even if I was a bit tense. Vera, after having unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her gown (discovering in part a thriving breast) to work more comfortably, begins a massage that slowly rises from her feet and legs up to her groin.
- Dear Rosalba relax, release the tension: you have all your belly muscles contracted.
- It's easy for you, Vera, but I feel a little embarrassed.
- You don't have to be, as I told you, you have to relax and let yourself go, let your body leave your worries, fears and shame for this moment. If you think that in order to be equal, to make yourself comfortable, I have to undress too, just say so, there's no problem.
And so saying continues the massage by touching the pussy several times, but without ever touching it.
At this point I'm now relaxed and a little upset: the massage inside my thighs has made me feel new sensations, never experienced with a man, even with all the experience lived in the various adventures with Nevio. I've never had a meeting with a lesbian and the experience could be interesting.
- Alright Vera, take off your clothes too, at this point it seems right to me to continue in two.
In a few moments Vera's gown is on the ground, underneath she had nothing, except a pussy surrounded by a little black grove like hair, an ass that the males would define as a blast and two beautiful tits with nipples already erect.
Now there's no need for words: Vera starts kissing my navel, slowly climbing up to my breasts from where, after nibbling my nipples, she goes down to my feet, going up with her tongue along my legs to the pussy that licks me with taste. At this point I'm more than excited and I make her get on top of me, starting a ravenous sixty-nine: I was crazy for blowjobs, but the pussy is not bad either!
At this point, while I hear a fantastic orgasm approaching, we hear the bell ringing. Vera goes to the intercom and after a little talk she turns to me:
- Dearest is Francesco, the pharmacist, I forgot that I had an appointment with him, you know I also like men, especially those who know how to do it and he is one of those, I assure you. Now he's on his way up, I hope you're not embarrassed to let him see you naked, keep in mind that he's still a doctor.
I was too excited to have any qualms whatsoever, and the idea of being seen naked by the pharmacist I'd known for years stimulated a further fantasy:
- He's a doctor after all, but how do you explain being naked to him?
- Don't worry, he's used to seeing me naked, we've been friends for a long time, in fact I think we can tease him a bit with this.
Having said that, Vera goes to the door and lets Francesco in, but he doesn't seem very surprised by the scene in front of him.
- I told you, Mrs. Rosalba, that he has a beautiful body and can show it off without any problems. Rather I hope I haven't interrupted anything, I thought Vera had already finished with her massage.
- In fact, the massage is over, Vera intervenes, now we were trying a very special relaxing therapy. But from what I can see from your pants you need a relaxing massage too.
In fact, a considerable bump was wasting the line of the pants at the groin of poor Francesco: evidently the presence of the two of us naked, hot, had done its effect.
- Yes, it is true, but as we do with the lady here present, does Francesco, she is a loyal customer and I would not want to do her wrong by embarrassing her.
Vera, who obviously knows her chickens well, caressing my ass, answers:
- No problem, right Rosalba? We can continue our game while he's being a good spectator. And so saying goes back on the bed and resumes the sixty-nine interrupted while Francesco undresses starting to caress his big cock.
Between one tongue action and the other I, who by now have already had a couple of orgasms and I have well understood the intentions of Francesco and his partner, suddenly I remember having a dirty husband like me, so I ask if I can also invite Nevio to the party:
- Dear Vera, you were right with the speech about muscle relaxation, but now I would also like a bit of cock, why not invite my husband Nevio? I think he will be happy to contribute to this party.
To Francesco these words illuminate his eyes, perhaps it is more than he had imagined and so he answers laughing:
- Rosalba, if it's dick you need, I'm here, and as you see well provided, but Nevio is welcome too, so we can play fuck broom in four.
I immediately phone Nevio explaining how the firming massage had evolved and inviting him to the party; a quarter of an hour later he also arrives in this apartment, where he finds the massage bed moved to a corner and the sofa bed open with me on top committed to give a sublime blowjob to Francesco. In the blink of an eye he's naked too, ready to lick Vera's magnificent ass while she's shaking me.
It was a really hot night, Vera proved to be a phenomenal fucker while Francesco showed an enviable resistance (who knows, maybe because he's a pharmacist...): I never complained about Nevio, but having two cocks like that was the best for me. In the end we were so satisfied with all four of them that we went back to that little quarter several more times. To give relaxing massages, of course!
