She took off her suit and swam away from him. The two chased each other under and above the water and finally, she let Tunde catch her.
“Now you are mine!” He scolded.
“Oh no! What now?” She played along.
Then, for the first time in months, Lara’s husband made love to her. Straddling him in the pool, she was unable to have an orgasm by the time he came. She would have to masturbate later if she wanted to cum.
What puzzled her was that she was thinking about stroking that marvellous penis she had in her hands earlier that day. It was the first time she had ever fantasized about someone other than her husband, and she found herself doing it throughout the evening. She quickly put the thought out of her mind as she prepared for bed.
That night as Lara, the good Samaritan was preparing to sleep, she thought about poor Mr. Uzoh and his dreadful condition. “I wonder how I can better help him?” She pondered. “Maybe I should buy some special therapeutic oils and a massage table. Where would I go to get a massage table?” There was much she needed to do before her next visit on Thursday.
***
The next day, Lara stopped by a spa after a trip to the supermarket and picked up some massage oils to help Mr Uzoh’s circulation. She asked about a massage table and discovered they were not as easy to come by as she once thought. She ordered a portable one for 80,000 Naira that would arrive in five business days.
That night, Lara and Tunde discussed her volunteer work.
“How did it go yesterday? Do you like the work?” Tunde was cutting into his meat and looked to Lara for an answer.
“It’s a wonderful experience, Tunde! I feel so good about myself and I feel much better about how I use my time. I am actually needed! The poor old soul has no one in his life. I hope neither of us end up alone like he is.”
Her beautiful eyes were wide with enthusiasm for her newfound purpose. She described her visit with Mr. Uzoh, where he lived, what his home was like, and general information. She left out the treatment in the bathtub.
“Sounds great, Honey! I am glad you have something to do to get you out of your head during the day.” Tunde went back to his food and Lara began to prepare dessert. That night, she found herself thinking about Mr. Uzoh and how he was feeling. She started to lay out her clothes for her visit.
She picked out a cotton skirt that was a little shorter than the one she wore previously, a short-sleeved blouse and a pretty push-up style bra. She spent more time on her bra selection probably because she found herself wearing her bra in front of Mr. Uzoh on Tuesday. If an accident like that happened again, she wanted to look pretty.
Thursday morning. Lara jumped out of bed and saw her husband off to work. She took a long shower and dressed in the clothes she set out the night before.
Her skirt was shorter than she remembered. It was too sexy for her to wear out, but for some reason thought it would be okay for her visit with Mr. Uzoh. Her blouse hugged her big breasts and even revealed the cleavage created by her hidden push-up bra. She looked at herself from several angles and decided she looked good.
She grabbed the massage oil she purchased the day before and left for her visit. She was giddy and carefree. It surprised her how much she had been looking forward to this. Lara barely finished knocking when Mr. Uzoh opened the door with a smile on his face.
“Well lookie here! If it ain’t my favourite therapist! Come on in!”
“Hello, Mr. Uzoh!” She stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Oooh! You look very pretty today, little lady!” He ogled her voluptuous frame and rubbed her back as he escorted her into the living room.
“How are you feeling, Mr. Uzoh? Are you needing treatment again?” Lara was hoping he would say yes. She really liked helping him with his circulation.
“As a matter of fact, I feel awful. My legs are cramped and my uh, my…testicles are swollen and need attention.” Uzoh sat down on his couch and looked up to see if this dumb woman still bought the story he was selling.
“Then I am so glad that I am here! We should get started right away. Should I draw a bath again?”
“No, no, not today. I already took a bath earlier and I don’t think it was the best place for the massage. How about on the floor with a bedsheet spread out?” He offered.
“I think that’s a great idea!” Lara pushed the table out of the way and cleared out a wide area for the therapy to take place.
She found a white sheet in a linen closet and spread it out smoothly across the carpeted floor. Uzoh sat slumped on the couch and pretended to be in pain. Lara took him by the arm and guided him to the centre of the sheet. She had a couple of towels folded for him to rest his head on. He laid down on his back.
“Now, where exactly are you feeling pain?” Lara asked.
Uzoh pointed to his thighs, calves, testicles, and penis.
“Mr. Uzoh, I really think you need to get out of those clothes and wrap this towel around you so I can get at those problem areas.”
Lara had her hands on her hips and looked so sexy, Uzoh wanted to fuck her right then and there.
“Alright, I’ll go change.” Uzoh limped into his bedroom on the other side of the house and came out a few minutes later with a towel around his waist. Lara noticed the foot-long pipe that caused a ridge in the towel between his legs.
She felt something stir within her. A tingle of excitement that had nothing to do with helping this old man’s circulation. His saggy chest and beer belly only made the man look all the more pathetic. She tilted her head and pouted.
“Aw, Mr. Uzoh, you look like you’re in pain.” She offered.
“I am, I am.”
He returned to the centre of the sheet and lay down. Lara got the bottles of massage oil out and explained each.
“This one is lavender and lime. She held the bottle to his nose. Then this one is cucumber. And this one is a heating oil meant to warm the skin.” She explained.
“You’re making me hungry!” He smiled. “Let’s go with the one you like most.” He suggested.
She was about to open the oil when Uzoh warned her:
“Aren’t you going to get that nice blouse and skirt dirty and oily? Shouldn’t you take them off?”
Lara looked down at her outfit. “I hadn’t even thought about that. I guess you’re right. Oh well, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in my underwear before!” She laughed.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter to me. Seen one, seen ’em all.” Of course, nothing could be further from the truth. Uzoh knew her body was a rare gem. A perfect combination of curves and soft, lovely flesh. Utterly irresistible.
Lara stood up and carefully removed her blouse. Her arms pulled the shirt up over her breasts revealing the massive, soft cleavage created by her push-up bra. Uzoh had lust in his eyes and was almost completely hard under his towel, which had now become a tent.
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