The Best Summer of My Life – Chapter Two
(Fm, fm, oral, mast, exhib, voy, inc)
The following morning the pain had returned with a vengeance and I was in real agony as I got out of bed and limped to the shower. After breakfast, I went back over to Magda's to resume working at my regular time. I didn't want Magda to think I was pushing by getting there too early.
Once in the basement, I began by moving and sorting boxes again. As I lifted one very large box, a pain shot from my lower back and my left buttock, straight down through my leg. I whimpered like a wounded animal as I dropped the box and fell to the floor. I propped myself up on my side rubbing my leg and ass as hard as I could. But the pain wouldn't subside.
“Are you all right down there Rick?” Magda called to me from upstairs.
“Oh yeah, fine” I managed to get out, “just a little clumsy this morning.”
She came partway down the stairs and she saw me on the floor.
“What's going on here,” she shouted. She ran the rest of the way down. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“Oh I'll be fine Magda, I'm still a little sore and I just lost my balance.”
“Don't move and just lie there. What happened and where does it hurt?” She said as she approached.
I told her what had happened and the look on her face became more serious. She helped me out of my shirt and began probing the muscles and bones. She hit a sensitive spot near the base of my spine and I recoiled in agony. She asked me if I was able to get up and then assisted me in climbing the stairs and limping to the wet therapy room.
I steadied myself against the tub as she got my shoes and socks off. Then she pulled down my shorts and underwear before helping me get in. She turned on the jets and told me to relax and the pain would get better. She was right, the pain subsided after fifteen minutes and I began to relax.
“Well I hope we caught this in time,” Magda said. “You could have sciatica from a pinched nerve or even a herniated disc. I think, with the right therapy, you'll be fine though but I'm going to need x-rays right away. I'll also need to clear this with your parents before we continue. I'm afraid your work is done here for now my friend, you'll need to get treatment soon and for a while.”
When I was done in the whirlpool, she helped me dress and helped me back home. After a long discussion with my mom they both agreed on a plan. The next day, Mom took me for x-rays and I brought them with me to Magda's right after. Magda reviewed them in her office and after more examination she concluded it was sciatica, just as she had thought. With the problem identified, she went over the next steps with me.
“I'm going to give you some intense therapy over the next week or two but I won't be able to give you my full attention. I have a business to run and I'm fully booked right now. That also means I'll have to work on you in between my other clients and there won't be much privacy if you're a bit shy.”
I couldn't see why I'd object, so I just nodded my approval. We moved from the office to the therapy room where a young woman in a skintight gym outfit was working out on one of her machines. She looked up at me and smiled as we passed.
“Okay, lets get you up on the table and we'll do some mild traction to start,” Magda said.
I stripped off my tee shirt and was about to climb up on the table when Magda waved her finger at me, then pointed to my shorts. I was surprised and I gave her a questioning look but she just gestured to remove my shorts again. She walked over to the young woman and helped her adjust her equipment. I was pretty embarrassed but I reluctantly hooked my thumbs in my shorts and took everything down.
The young woman's eyes opened wider and Magda noticed. She followed her line of sight back to my crotch and laughed softly before walking back to me.
“Sorry, I only meant the shorts, not the underwear. But if you're okay with it, we'll just keep you this way,” she said, “working naked is always easier for me as we work through the therapies. I'll be able to see and feel your progress far better. Just the same, if you're at all uncomfortable, please put your underwear back on.”
“No… no, I'll be fine, I guess. It's just that I've never done something like this before. To be truthful, the sensation is very liberating, quite pleasant. I'd like to explore this some more.”
“That's right, your mom told me, anthropology and philosophy, right? They're your favorites. I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how quickly you're adapting. It is what it is, and that's is, what you are,” she said. “A smart person once told me something like that,” she winked. “So if you're comfortable, please stay naked. Besides, and I'll never admit to saying this, it'll be some eye candy for Mona and I.”
I was still a bit embarrassed as I lay down on the table facing up. The strangeness soon wore off though as Magda hooked me up to the machine and got it running. As I lay there the cool air washed over my skin whenever Magda walked by. I felt so free and exposed, all at the same time.
The other young woman continued work out on her machine. Occasionally, she'd steal glances over in my direction. She finished her workout and headed toward the room with all the water treatments. She stopped along side me as she passed. She slowly looked me up and then down, examining the full length of my body.
“What's your sport?” she asked.
“I'm not an athlete,” I said, “I workout, plus I cycle and hike, but nothing else I'm afraid. I hurt myself working for Magda, now she's helping me get better. My name's Rick by the way.”
She smiled. “Yes, I know, Magda told me. I'm Mona,” she said. “I guess we should introduce ourselves, since we will be seeing a lot of each other, literally. I a lot of my therapy in the nude as well.”
“Oh?” Was the only coherent response I could manage.
“Oh yeah, for sure,” she said. “Athletes don't fret so much about nudity. With all the therapy and training we need, clothes can just get in the way. By the way, you have a nice lean body, like a runner, very nice.”
She continued on to the other room and her tight ass swayed seductively as she walked. She paused in front of a large standing tub and turned to face me again. She pealed off her one-piece outfit revealing pert small breasts and another shaved pussy before climbing into the tub. She looked back at me with a casual smile then activated a treadmill submerged in the water.
Perhaps athletes were used to this but I sure wasn't. My cock began to swell and I felt exposed and embarrassed again. I lay on the table with my cock pointing up to the ceiling.
Magda entered the room and stopped as she walked by. “Better get used to it Rick; you're going to see a lot of skin while I you fix up.” She peeked into the other room, then, secure we weren't being watched; she wrapped her hand around my cock.
“MMmm, young men's cocks are the best,” she whispered to me, “And this one, well it's a perfect specimen. Only young men get this hard,” she said. She crinkled up her nose in delight. “Mm, it just makes me shiver.”
Then she let go and continued to the other room to tend to Mona. I was going crazy now. I was beyond hard and my balls ached, I couldn't stand it. Magda returned after a few minutes and told me it was time for water therapy. She unhooked me and then helped me off the table.
We moved to the other room, where Mona was still waist-high in water and walking briskly. She caught notice of my erection and smiled widely. Her cute tits bounced slightly with each step and her nipples were hard and erect. I got into the whirlpool and Magda started up the jets. Then she leaned in to me to speak.
“Please try not to cum in the water, I'll help you out with that later,” she said.
I didn't need any more encouragement than that, even though my balls still ached. Pretty soon Mona was done and she exited the tank. She strolled over to my tub and we talked as she toweled off.
“Almost done for the day?” she asked.
“I'm not sure, that will be up to Magda. You know, I'm not used to seeing so much nudity and I'd like to ask you a personal question if I could?”
A curious smile came over her pretty face, “Sure, go ahead, I guess.”
“Why don't you or Magda have hair down there?” I blurted out.
“Gee, well that's wasn't what I expected,” she laughed. “I don't know about Magda but I'm a swimmer. We shave everything possible to cut down on drag. Now that was the proper answer,” she said. “But if you're looking for a better one, it's more about oral sex. It's so much better with a shaved pussy, it feels fantastic.” She winked and then headed to the lockers.
I knew about oral sex because, like everything else, I had read about it. I knew that with oral sex a woman would suck on a guy's cock and a guy would lick a girl's pussy. Licking, kissing and sucking on different parts of the body, supposedly felt amazing. Beyond that I was clueless but boy, did I ever want to try it. Magda returned to get me from the tub and I asked her point blank if that was why she shaved.
“Okay,” she said, “now where did that come from?” She thought for a second and did an eye-roll. “Mona… I'll bet it was Mona, that little slut. Well, the answer is yes, I do it because I love oral sex. I probably love it more than anything on earth. My bald pussy makes it just that much better if you really need to know.”
“I've never done that,” I admitted. “Although, I have read about it.”
“Read about it eh. From what you've told me so far, it would have surprised me if you had tried it.”
“Yeah, I guess I'm like that old joke about experts,” I said, “I may know fifty ways to make love, but I don't know any women.”
“That's cute but you're forgetting, you do know a woman now. Fifty ways huh?” Magda smirked.
“Not really,” I answered, “but I AM a very quick study.”
“Alright, enough of this for now, we have half an hour before my next two clients arrive. Why don't we head back over to the table and I'll work on you some more.”
With all our flirting and talk about oral sex, I was still hard when we got to the table. I slowly got up and lay down on my back and my cock stood up straight at attention again.
“Oo, so nice,” she cooed and grabbed my stiff in a second. She stroked my shaft and her left hand rested on my chest pinching my nipples. “So hard, so nice, I just can't resist it,” she said.
I moaned as she expertly stroked me and I closed my eyes to savor the sensation. But then it changed, it became something entirely different, something warm, wet and soft. I opened my eyes and saw myself disappearing into Magda's mouth. It was so warm and wonderful in there and she fondled my large balls softly while she sucked. She made wonderful satisfied noises as she continued and I could feel here tongue bathe the head of my cock. She seemed to know all the supersensitive spots of my anatomy and she played me like an instrument. I'd never known feelings like these and my blood was beginning to boil. The feeling of her mouth on my sex was so powerful I began to feel faint.
I came, fast and hard, almost without warning. My cock pumped stream after stream of cum into her mouth. She was unprepared and made muffled screeching sounds as she tried to swallow my pent-up load. The overflow spilled out past her lips and down my shaft as she finally got on top of it. When I finished, she raised her head and looked at me. Her mouth and chin dripped with my seed.
“Oh my god, I forgot how much cum a young man can generate, especially with huge testicles like yours,” she laughed. She wiped her mouth and chin. “It's wonderful and you taste so sweet, I'm going to want a lot more of this my boy.”
“I usually cum a lot when I don't masturbate for a whole day,” I said. “I could stop masturbating at home if you want?”
She let out a belly laugh at how naïve I was. Then she bent down and licked up the spillage before sending me off to the shower. After a nice long rinse I emerged, looking forward to more attention from my therapist. Once again I had full erection as I walked back through the wet treatment room.
When I re-entered the room in the buff, I'd forgotten that Magda was expecting more clients. Magda was talking with to two young girls, both wearing danskin, the sheer body stocking that dancers wear. I knew about it from my sister who wore hers around the house after ballet class. Both girls looked very young, perhaps in their early teens. They were flat chested except for tiny bumps and their hair was short and pixie-like. They were both disturbingly pretty and I had trouble taking my eyes off them.
As I entered, Magda looked over in surprise. “Oh no, Rick, I'm with other clients right now, please wait for me in the wet room.”
I did an about-face and headed back through the doorway. As I sat in a chair by the door, I could hear their conversation.
“I'm sorry girls,” Magda said, “I'm afraid you'll see a lot of that as you continue with your program, you might as well get used to it. My facility deals mainly with sports injuries and focused training for athletes.”
“We understand,” one of them said, “I believe our mother chose you with all that in mind. This doesn't mean you'll want us to be naked as well, does it?”
“No, of course not,” Magda said. “Although many young athletes your age train in the nude, I won't ask you to do that until you're ready and your parents approve.”
“Our mother does approve though, she even prefers it,” the other one said. “She's always told us that she trained that way in Russia when she was our age—everyone trained in the nude. We just don't know if we want to though.”
“All I can say is you'll know when you're ready,” Magda assured them. “You'll see that it's not as big a deal as you think it is now. Now if it's okay with you both I'll call Rick back in, I need to move him along with his therapy.”
I didn't hear their response but then Magda called me back into the room. I reentered still in the buff but with my erection greatly diminished. I was getting used to public nudity now, in fact, I was beginning to enjoy it. I walked over and stood between the girls with my hands behind my back.
“Yes Magda,” I said, “ready for me now?”
“I will be in another minute,” she said, “forgive me but I wanted Eva and Beata to meet you and see that you have no problem being nude.”
“Absolutely not,” I said. “Good to meet you.” I looked and smiled at each of them.
“Please wait for me over by the table, while I get the girls going on the equipment,” Magda said.
I turned and smiled offering each of them an unobstructed full frontal. Then I sat in a chair by the table and kept my legs spread to afford them the best possible view again. Both girls seemed transfixed and their attention caused my member to swell back to its full glory. Magda noticed them both glaring at my cock.
“Girls,” she said, “Rick has an erection now and that's something else you'll see a lot of during your training. Young boys and men get excited when they see nudity or when women look at them when they have no clothes on. Especially young boys who always seem to have erections.” She chuckled.
She set the girls up and then walked over to me motioning me up onto the table. She performed some hamstring stretches on my left leg and then she hooked me up for more traction.
The afternoon went by quickly and around four thirty the girls' mother arrived. She entered as if she were royalty, looking at everyone and everything as if it were an inspection. She noticed me lying on the table and had no qualms about coming closer to look me over carefully. She was a stunning beauty, tall and lean, the picture of health and wealth.
“It's nice to see some shops still work people in the nude Magda, very good. I loved training that way when I was young,” she said. “Come on girls' it's time to go. Let's get changed into your street clothes.”
But the girls were shy. They had changed into their danskins when I was in the other room and now I was with them and unable to leave.”
“Come come now,” their mother prodded, “get those skins off and get dressed.
Magda, I thought we could all go out for an early dinner but I see you still have a client.”
“Thank you for the offer but you're right, I still have some business to conclude,” Magda said. “By the way, you're looking amazing as always, you must work out constantly.”
“Old habits my dear, they do die hard,” Anya said. “How nice of you to notice.
Come on now girls,” she called out again, “please don't dawdle.”
Reluctantly the girls stripped off their little outfits and stood au naturel covering themselves with their hands. They were so pretty with their little nubbin breasts and tiny slits. They both ran to their locker and their little bums looked so sweet and child like. They quickly got their clothes on and then rallied back to their mother's side.
“Same time day after tomorrow?” Anya asked.
Magda nodded her approval and then the three walked out the door.
“Wow, what's their story,” I asked.
Magda rolled her eyes. “Anya is an Olympic legend from Russia and she lords over her poor daughters constantly. She wants them to be proper reflections of herself, so she arranged for me to tone them up and prepare them for their next competition. It's not exactly what I do here but who can say no to the great Anya Petrova.”
“That was Ayna Petrova?” I said, “I was a little kid when she won all those medals, she was everyone's darling. I can't believe that woman is the same person.”
“Well she is, and she still has considerable influence in the sports world. If she wants me to tone up her girls, I'll be happy to do it, sort of. That woman could ruin me without half trying so I keep her on my good side.”
Magda disconnected me from the machine and told me to go take a ten-minute soak before I left. Then she changed her mind and told me to take a shower instead. Once in the shower, I savored the hard hot spray on my skin. Suddenly the curtain opened wide behind me and in walked Magda.
“Let's kill two birds, shall we?” She said. “We'll get you cleaned up and loose and I'll check you over again, very carefully. It's been a long day for me to so, be a dear and help me clean up as well? And don't you miss a spot now.”
We rubbed soap all over each other making sure to get every little nook and cranny nice and clean. I had never touched a woman like that before and I all but swooned as my hands slipped over her taut silken skin. It was as if I were blind and seeing for the first time but only with my hands. Everything was wondrous to the touch.
“Oh dear God,” Magda moaned, “I can't remember the last time someone felt me up like this. Your hands, they're actually shaking. Oh Rick, I feel so desirable right now. Go ahead, touch me, explore me, yes, that's it, oh God I love it.”
I took her in my arms and hugged her so tightly; I wanted her body as close and tight to mine as I could have it. She broke free and slid down my body to her knees. She took hold of my cock and it seemed to have a heartbeat of its own now. She gave me another fantastic blowjob that made my knees wobble. This time she swallowed it all. I lifted her back to her feet and I kissed her as passionately as I knew how. I picked up on a different taste in her mouth and realized it was my cum.
“You're constantly delighting me,” Magda said softly. “Most men avoid kissing after oral sex but you, you just dive in and even enjoy everything.”
“How could I not enjoy kissing you,” I said, “and as for tasting my own cum, I was curious to see what you liked about it. I would so love to return the favor, Magda. Please show me how you like it? The other morning, when I tasted you on my fingers, it did something to me. Now, it's all I think about, especially when I masturbate.”
“What am I going to do with you?” She said. “You're a novice to lovemaking, but yet, you have a maturity about sex. A sensibility that's greater than most men I've known. I'll think about it but I'll probably give in and show you. I just know you'll be terrific at it. Well, young man, it looks as if you have a sex tutor. God help me if this ever gets out, but hell, I really want this now. What about you?”
