The Committee To Thwart Spam
 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   .