Last spring I wrenched my back playing football with my buddies. I should have known better than to try to act like a high school quarterback at the age of 39.

My doctor advised me to take it easy for a few days, and try to get some sort of massage therapy, or perhaps see a chiropractor. As it happened, my daughter had a friend named Joy who was studying to be a massage therapist, and I called her to schedule a series of sessions.

We arranged an afternoon appointment, as my wife would be at work and most of Joy’s classes would be over for the day. I didn’t know how to dress for the session, so I just put on a pair of swim trunks.

Joy arrived promptly. I had met her before, but had not paid her much attention, thinking of her only as a friend of my daughter. Now I noticed that she was a rather attractive girl, about five feet three, with shoulder-length brown hair, a full round face with a smattering of freckles and a very well-developed body. But I quickly put those thoughts out of my mind as we got down to business.

First Joy put down a rubber exercise mat on the living room floor. She began by skillfully working on my back and legs, relaxing me and easing some of the aches I’d been feeling. As she was telling me to roll over, her cell phone rang, and she stepped away to answer it. As I turned over I realized that I had a hard-on, and what was worse, that Joy couldn’t help but notice the bulge in my trunks.

When Joy came back she knelt behind me, lifting my head and sliding her legs under me so that my head rested in her lap as she worked on my neck and shoulders. Glancing up, I had a great view of her braless tits inside her cutoff T-shirt. My cock throbbed, and I knew she saw it. I saw her nipples get hard and push against her shirt. This made my cock throb again, and her breathing seemed to quicken a little. The tension was becoming oppressive, until finally Joy spoke. “You know, it’s a natural thing for a person to get aroused by being massaged,” she told me. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Massage is a natural type of foreplay, and it can create its own kind of tension, if you know what I mean.” I groaned and said that I certainly did.

Then, to my very pleasant surprise, Joy offered to give me a “complete massage session,” if that was what I wanted. I could only nod, hoping fervently that she meant what I thought she meant. Without hesitation, she lifted her T-shirt over her head, and her healthy tits bobbed freely above my face. I groaned again as my cock strained painfully in my trunks. Then she leaned forward and rested her hand on my crotch. Her full breasts were pressed against my cheeks, and I turned my head to capture a stiff nipple between my teeth. This time it was Joy who groaned as she rubbed my cock through my shorts.

“Maybe I should take care of this,” she said, squeezing my dick. She laid my head carefully on the mat as she rose and slid her shorts off, revealing a nicely trimmed pussy with puffy, pouty lips, already glistening with moisture. When she was naked she knelt down to slide my trunks off. My hard cock sprang up, precome oozing from the tip.

Emitting a low growl, Joy gripped my cock with one hand and hungrily engulfed it with her mouth, swirling her tongue in quick circles around the head. When she came up for air I was surprised at how gorgeous my daughter’s friend looked when she was in heat. Without pausing, she straddled my hips and slowly sank down on me, her eyes glazing over as my cock penetrated her snug pussy. Damn, she was tight! And warm and wet. She felt so good that I knew I couldn’t last long enough to make her come with just my cock, so I reached down and started rubbing her clit. She grunted and moaned with each downward plunge onto my shaft.

Just as my pent-up seed erupted into her writhing body, she stiffened, shuddered and let out a wail as she came also, her body slamming down to take my cock fully inside her as she received my offering. Then she collapsed on top of me, and I gently stroked her head as my cock slipped from her sweet come-filled cunt.

Joy is still giving me treatments almost every day. My recovery is complete now, but she comes around anyway, just so she can continue to eliminate every bit of stiffness from my body.