The Best Summer of My Life -- Chapter One
(Fm, mast, exhib, voy)
And old friend and I were swapping stories one evening. The following story was cobbled together from some of my experiences and his. For my part, there was indeed a Magda in my life who taught me the wonders of oral sex. The story is also loosely based on a relationship my friend had with a physiotherapist. As for the rest, it's a work of pure fiction and wishful thinking. I hope you enjoy it.
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School was out and I was finally done with it, at least until the fall when I would start university. Sadly though, there would be no lazing around for me this summer. The fact was—I needed a summer job.
My parents were very protective of me, especially my mother. They kept me working hard to get top grades and consistently make the honor role each year. That left me little time for socializing because, even in summer, they'd have me in geek camps and enriched summer schools. Meeting girls, even though it was a priority for me, hardly ever happened. To make things worse, I was paralyzed with shyness around girls. I did manage to date a few though but I never made it very far in the love department.
My mother, father, twin sister and I all lived in a nice part of town. Our home was a good size in an older urban area that was quiet but still close enough to downtown. Most of our neighbours were professionals or business types that tended to keep to themselves. Either that, or they were just too busy to mingle.
It was a terrific area to live in, a place where I would forge my few lifelong friendships. More importantly, I would learn more about sex and women there than any other place in my life. But now it was Monday morning and already my mom was in my room shaking my foot to wake me up.
“What are you doing?” I moaned half asleep. “It's Monday and school's out, this should be my day off. Can't I sleep in a bit for a change?”
“Nice try kiddo,” she laughed, “there'll be time to sleep in on the weekend, that is if you're not working weekends. Right now you need to get up and start looking for a job.”
I knew better than to argue with her, there was no way I was ever going to win. Besides, if I pushed back too hard she'd only bring my dad down on me. In those days you did as you were told or you got the business end of a belt.
Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower. I soaped myself all over, taking the necessary time to stroke my always-stiff cock. I came and it was a good, strong orgasm. My cum hit the shower door and drooled downward, mingling with the soapsuds.
Feeling relieved, at least for a few hours, I cleaned up and went back into my room to get dressed. It seemed I was constantly horny in those days and I would masturbate four to six times daily, sometimes even more.
As I descended the stairs to the kitchen I wondered just how I was going to find a job—I had never had one in my life. My whole existence up to then had been extreme academia—this would be my first summer off, sort of. My breakfast of bacon and eggs laid waiting as I sat down at the kitchen table. My sister Jan was already there eating and she studied me as I wolfed down my food.
“So what are your plans today?” Mom asked.
“I thought I'd make the rounds of all the stores and restaurants around here and see if anyone is hiring,” I answered.
“Good luck with that,” my sister interrupted, “you should have done that a month ago like I did. There won't be any jobs left now.”
“Okay, you try that then,” Mom said to me, “I might have something for you to do at Magda's house but you'll still need a job to fall back on after that's done.”
I left the house and headed to the commercial district in our area. Jan's remark was still on my mind and it really pissed me off. Her so-called job was just an internship in some dumb marketing office. We were twins and Jan was thirty minutes older, a fact she always reminded me of. Our lives had both gone down the same path—education, education and more education. Our parents had cloistered her into academia, just like me. In the end though we had both skipped grades in school an now we were both off to university in the fall.
Jan was less inept than I was though. Her social graces were definitely more developed. She actually had a few close friends. But she was a lot more naïve about the opposite sex though, if that were possible.
As I walked, I thought about how Mom mentioned some work for me at Magda's. Magda Poulski was our next-door neighbour and a friend of my mother's. Her husband had died of a heart attack a few years earlier, so she now lived alone. She was nice and always treated the neighbourhood kids well. There were even times when I felt she had a special smile, just for me. I didn't know what she did but there were always people coming and going from her house.
Having completed my rounds of all the businesses, I returned home just after lunchtime. My mother had set out a sandwich for me with some chips and a drink. I was famished and devoured it in record time.
“So how did it go?” Mom asked.
“Okay,” I said, “I filled out six applications and a couple looked like they might be interested in hiring me as a stock boy or helper.”
“Good. I'm proud of you. You handled that like a man.”
Wow, I thought to myself, she never complemented me like that before. I was feeling pretty good about myself.
“So what about the work at Mrs Poulski's,” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” she said, “good thing you reminded me. You have to go to her house today at three and talk to her about it. I think she needs some painting done.”
At three on the nose, I was at Mrs Poulski's door. I was about to knock when the door opened and out came a middle aged man in a suit. Mrs P followed close behind. She was wearing a white two-piece uniform like a medical technician.
“Oh, Rick,” she said, catching sight of me, “you're very punctual, please come in.”
I followed her into her home passing her living room. It was to the left of what appeared to be a doctor's office or examining room. We continued straight into the kitchen where she stopped and then turned to face me.
“So, Rick, I have a lot of work for you if you're capable and available that is. First, I need my basement cleaned out and painted and then my back yard is a disaster; it needs a major cleanup as well as some garden work and re-turfing. Lastly, I have several pieces of furniture that I would like spruced up with some repairs and refinishing. Do you think you can you handle all that?”
“Holy cow,” I said, “I didn't know you had that much work to do, this could take me all summer. Just the same, there isn't anything you mentioned that I don't think I can handle. My dad prides himself on his ability to do handiwork, as he calls it, and I've been helping him do it since I was big enough to hold tools. I don't think I'll have trouble, but you can bet my dad will steer me straight and even lend a hand, if I need it.”
“That's great,” she said with her special wide smile, “You can start by taking notes and talking over a price with your dad tonight. We can meet again tomorrow morning and come to terms, say around ten-thirty?”
I agreed and after wandering around the basement and the back yard, I took the kind of notes I new my dad would want. That night I went over everything with him and we came to an amount of $1,200 plus materials. That would cover everything but the furniture. I would figure those out when she knew more about what she wanted. Mrs P was getting one heck of a deal but she was a friend of the family and I was happy to help. Besides, I didn't need to look for a job any more.
The next morning I went over at ten-thirty sharp and pitched her the deal. She was delighted with my offer. She said other contractors had been there earlier and quoted her as much as $5,500 without the furniture.
“I realize you're working for very little and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it,” she said, “since my husband passed away, it's been difficult getting by with only my physiotherapy practice. This will really help, thank you.”
We agreed that I would begin the following morning by cleaning out the basement. The next day I was back over right after breakfast but before I could knock, Mrs P opened the door and said good morning.
After I entered, she handed me a key. “This is the key to the back door, you'll need to be able to come and go as you require during the day. I won't always be available to let you in and sometimes I'm out on business.”
“Thanks,” I said, “that'll be handy.”
“Another thing,” she added, “my name is Magda, please call me that. I hate being called Mrs Poulski or Mrs P., okay?”
“You got it Mrs… Magda,” I responded.”
The first day was a back breaker. There were dozens of heavy boxes to sort out, not to mention furniture to move or store elsewhere. I would need room to work in, during the prep and paint phase. The whole day I carried boxes and items up the long flight of stairs, through the house and out to the garage. Before I knew it, it was lunchtime and as I cleaned up in the basement Magda called down to me.
“Rick, I've put out a bowl of soup and a sandwich for you if that's okay?”
“I think my mom is expecting me, Magda, so I'll call just in case,” I responded.
When I called, Mom said it would be fine if I ate at Magda's since she hadn't started my lunch yet. I went upstairs into the kitchen where Magda sat at a glass breakfast table waiting for me.
“Mom hasn't started my lunch yet so I can eat here,” I said as I sat down and looked at her. “How long have you been doing physiotherapy?”
“Oh for a long time now,” she answered, “I started as a massage therapist and graduated to full physio when I became certified eight years ago. Then, with the help of my late husband, I opened this shop three years later.”
“So I guess you like it then.”
“More than anything,” she responded, “there's nothing like helping people by removing pain from their lives or helping athletes exceed their goals.”
“Wow that sounds great,” I said. I winced as I shifted in my chair.
“What's wrong?” Magda asked.
“Oh just a few sore muscles, I'll be fine after a nice hot shower tonight,”
“Come and see me before you leave,” she said, “I can help you more than just a shower.”
“Oh no, that's okay,” I objected, “I'll be fine, it's just a few sore muscles.”
“Just the same I want to talk to you before you leave today Rick, please,” she insisted.
The rest of the afternoon was even more grueling than the morning and I had only cleared a fraction of the basement. I was dog tired and a bit depressed as I stopped by Magda's office to say good-bye.
“Well that's it for today Magda,” I said, “there's still a mountain of work left down there, so I'll see you again in the morning.”
“Wait right there young man,” Magda called out as she made her way from her office.
“Is there something wrong Magda?”
“No, I just want to have a look at you before you leave. You were in pain earlier and I want to check you out, make sure you're not overdoing it.”
My shirt and shorts were soaked through with sweat and covered in dust. I stood still as she probed my back and shoulders and every so often she would hit a sore spot that would make me wince. She did a quick standing massage on my back, neck and shoulders. It made me feel fantastic. Then she told me to bring a change of clothes the next day and she would do more work on me before I left. I thanked her and headed home for that long awaited shower.
The next morning every muscle in my body hurt as I showered and dressed before heading to Magda's. This time I packed a fresh shirt and shorts as she had asked. When I arrived at the house, there was no answer, so I used my key and went straight to the basement. Again the work was backbreaking as I rearranged furniture and boxes into some semblance of order. Then I moved one heavy box at a time up to the temporary storage in the garage.
As lunchtime arrived, there was still no sign of Magda so I closed up and went home for lunch. Around one-thirty I returned to continue working and I saw Magda's car in the driveway. I entered through the back door again and went directly to the basement. All through the day I could hear movement upstairs and the sounds of people coming and going. Around two-thirty Magda came down to the basement to bring me a cold drink.
“Hi Rick,” she said with her usual cheery smile, “wow, look at all the work you've done, I don't recognize the place. You know you've got to slow down, this is a lot of work for one person and I don't want you hurting yourself. You have the whole summer to get it done.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that,” I said, “to tell the truth, I can really feel it now. Maybe I'll take your advice and slow down a bit.”
“Stop by and see me before you leave,” she said, “I want to check you out again.”
By the end of the day it seemed like there was no end to the work, not to mention the pain and fatigue. For all my effort, the place still didn't look changed enough. As I walked by Magda's office, this time she called me in.
“So how are you feeling this afternoon?” she asked as she got up and walked behind me to have a look.
“I'm still pretty sore,” I said, “but I'll get over it.”
She expertly probed my back, neck and shoulders again and the pain was almost unbearable.
“Oh no no no,” she said softly under her breath, “did you bring that change of clothes I asked you to?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Good, you've severely overtaxed some muscles and you need treatment. There'll be no charge of course, call it payback for the great deal you're giving me. Now go through that door to the wet therapy room and take a long hot shower in the back, as hot as you can stand. When you're done, wrap a dry towel around your waist and lie face-down on one of the massage tables, then call me.”
I found my way through to the shower passing all the water related equipment. There was a large metal whirlpool tub, a sauna and other deep tanks that I couldn't quite figure out. I had no idea she was so well set up.
After the shower I dried myself and wrapped a fresh towel around my waist. I went back into the other therapy room that looked more like a gym with all the exercise equipment. I got up on to a table.
“Ready Magda,” I called out.
I heard her voice answer from her office. “Oh good, I'll be right there.”
She came straight over to the table and had me lay down on my stomach. Then she set to work on my back, neck, shoulders and arms. Magda had a slight build and only stood around five foot two inches but there was no doubting the strength in her arms and hands. She skillfully massaged my muscles, releasing all the pent up tension and strain. Within fifteen minutes I was feeling measurably better.
“Alright, that will do for the massage Rick, let's get you into the whirlpool and seal the deal now.”
I followed her into the other room, as she stood by the tub and told me to get in.
“Hold on, I'm naked under this,” I whined.
She smiled. “You know I work with athletes all day who never think twice about being unclothed around me. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.” She turned her back.
I felt childish and embarrassed now at how shy I'd acted. I dropped my towel and almost wished she'd turn around, but she didn't. I climbed into the tub and she flipped the switch beside her. Powerful jets came to life massaging me from neck to toe; it felt incredible. She set a timer and after asking if I was okay, she went back to her office.
For the next twenty minutes I basked in the sensation of the hot water and intense jets. Before I knew it, she was back in the room with fresh towels and this time I didn't hesitate; I got up straight out of the tub and stood facing her in the raw as she handed me the towels.
“Good, very good,” she said, “never be ashamed of your body Rick. You're tall and you have a very lean, strong physique.”
Then she blatantly stared down between my legs, “Believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of, quite the contrary.”
I was six feet tall and one hundred and forty-five pounds. My cock was just a little over seven inches, already as long as it would ever get. It was pretty thick too, although it would thicken more in later years. With wind-blown, dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes I could have probably passed for a surfer type I guess.
Magda leaned up against the tub and folded her arms. We continued to talk as she watched me dry myself. “You know Rick I've heard you're a real academic, genius level, according to your mother. But here you are, strong with an athletic build and doing a man's labour. Forgive me but you just don't look the part.”
I smiled, “Thanks, I guess. My parents are both in great shape—they believe a fit body suits a fit mind. Along with our endless studies my sister Jan and I have always exercised. We cycle and hike everywhere, plus we work out in our basement. Unfortunately, with all the scholastic and physical training, it left us very almost notime for a social life.
As for the labour part, you work with your brain and create with your hands. That's my dad's mantra and I've been building and fixing things with him for as long as I can remember.
“Work with your brain, create with your hands,” she thought out loud. That's an interesting and almost philosophical thought.”
“It is what it is, and that is, what I am. I think a French scholar once said that.” I said.
Her gaze deepened, I wasn't sure if she was impressed or bored out of her skull.
I had never been undressed in front of a woman and I couldn't believe I was doing it now. Somehow I wasn't nervous or shy at all, Magda was different somehow. As the nervousness wore off, I began to feel very aroused and so did my cock. I felt my face flush and I tried to hide my erection behind the towel.
“Don't worry about that,” Magda chuckled, “I've seen so many erections in my work that they don't even faze me any more.”
I dropped the towel exposing my fully erect cock and her eyes widened as she chuckled again.
“Well, maybe just a little,” she admitted. “I believe everyone has some exhibitionist in them, you know. We're born with it and like children, we all want to run around freely in the buff.”
“Even you?” I asked.
“Oh I think it's getting late my young friend and well passed time you to got dressed. How are you feeling now?” she asked.
“Really good,” I answered, “you're really good at what you do.”
“Yes… I am.” She said in a slow and sexy voice, but at that point it was probably my cock doing the listening.
I dressed and headed home to jerk off—at least four times that night. I had always seen Magda as an attractive woman but now it was as if she lit a bonfire in my stomach. As I stroked my cock that evening, all I could see and think about was her slight frame, tight shapely ass and plump tits. She had long, shoulder length black hair and her face had sharp features often found in European women. Those features could make her seem serious and intimidating but when she smiled, everything changed. Her smile was iresistable—it could light up a room.
The next morning I awoke feeling much better. The searing pain had diminished to a dull ache. As I walked over a little early, I wondered if I would be lucky enough to get more therapy that day. I entered and went straight to the basement and looked around for a good place to start. I heard noise overhead around the kitchen and I noticed the empty glass from the day before. I thought I'd take it upstairs as an excuse to say good morning. Maybe I'd luck out and catch her in a nightie or something.
I climbed the stairs quietly and as I turned into the kitchen I stopped dead in the doorway. The first thing that caught my eye was a smooth bare back, then those slender shapely legs and a firm round gorgeous ass. She was finishing a drink while she stood at the sink with her back to me. She was stark naked and my mind was about to explode. My heart pounded so hard, it felt like it was caught in my throat. As quietly as I could, I began to step backward.
“Good morning Rick,” she said. “You're early today.”
“Y… Yes I am, I… I wanted to get an early start. I'm so sor…,” was all I could get out as I watched her turn slowly around to face me.
Her body was so lean and compact without an ounce of extra fat. Her breasts were plump and round with just a bit of sag that I found incredibly sexy. She had large dark areolas and the left one was larger than the right. Her nipples were thick and huge and stuck out almost an inch.
As I looked downward past her flat tummy my jaw dropped as I beheld a bald pussy. In those days women, at least the ones I had seen in magazines, well they all had little fur coats in between their legs. Magda's pussy looked more like a girl's than a woman's. I loved the look of her slit and puffy labia.
