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I met Donna several years ago at a psychic fair. She is short, comes about chin high to my almost six-foot height, slender, and possessing a wonderful pair of breasts. She must have been in her late forties back then and very appealing to me. I feigned interest in her life coaching, and we chatted off and on for a few hours in between people who were actually interested in her line of work. All I was interested in was the cleavage she was showing. Over the years, we crossed paths often and I watched her age quite nicely. Her hugs are amazing, and I can feel those sweet breasts pressing against me as we each squeeze the other tightly together for longer than friends usually hug. She was the one who always held tight when I would loosen my hold. I thought that was interesting. Over the years, I’ve also noticed that those hugs were longest when we were alone or in the company of strangers. She’s married, quite happily she professes, so I never thought our friendship would progress beyond where it was. Still, there were those hugs. Donna began holding a monthly gathering of various people; some were her clients, some friends, some friends of friends. It was etlik escort an eclectic group that varied every month as to who was there and how many. One month it was just Donna and me. We spent the evening discussing all sorts of things. Another month there were about fifteen people, many of whom wanted to out-talk all the others. The topics are mostly woo-woo type of stuff, which interests me, and I always sit where I have a good view of Donna, so I keep going. If nothing else, I get a couple of delicious hugs and a couple of hours checking out her body.During one meeting, she announced she had added Reiki to her practice and that she needed some volunteers to help her finish her internship. Of course, I jumped at the chance. A few days later, I was in her office, lying face down on the massage table, listening to soft music as she began. I’d experienced Reiki several times before with several different practitioners and only once did I feel anything; that was a profound sense of calm and peace. Naturally, I didn’t expect anything this time, either. At the start, she gave me some tissues to hold because my nose was running. keçiören escort I never used them, and it wasn’t until the next morning when I sniffled that I realized it had stopped before the session was over and stayed that way all night. There were some other sensations, too. Enough that I decided I wanted another experience, and not just so I could be around her.The second session was a week later, in the morning, so I had to take off work. No biggie since we were super slow, anyway. Afterward, as I shared my experience, she said, “I’m sensing you are needing … (long pause) … human touch.” What the fuck? OK, I hadn’t popped a boner; the entire experience while I was on the table was non-sexual. Where had that come from? When I just sat there looking at her dumbfounded, she continued, “I don’t know why, but I’m being told you are … (another pause with a sigh) … not lonely, not lonely at all, but needing closeness, human closeness.” “So, you’re saying I need a girlfriend?” I asked. She nodded thoughtfully, watching me closely with those dark brown eyes. It occurred to me that she may have wondered if I was gay, since I’d kızılay escort not been in any relationships since long before we’d met. “I’ve had an interest in a few ladies since I moved here, but they never developed beyond me having an interest, and that’s probably a good thing.” I went on to tell her about my poor record with relationships, my dislike of one-night stands, and how I’d pretty much accepted a life alone. I also mentioned the occasional hook-ups I’d had at festivals with stoned hippie chicks when the need was strong. Momentarily fun and physically releasing, but in the one-night stands category. Not totally satisfying.We were sitting in her client’s chairs in front of her desk, turned so we were slightly facing each other. She leaned over, placed her hand on my forearm and squeezed, saying, “You need some human touch. I’ll leave it at that,” and released my arm. The parting hug seemed even longer than usual. Needless to say, my head was swimming with “what ifs” and “what the fucks” as I left.The third session progressed differently than the first two. She seemed to linger longer on my midsection both when I was face down and on my back. Warm hands on my stomach, hips, and thighs, and more time spent on my feet, I suppose because I’d told her how good that felt. The fantasies from last week swirled in my head and I could feel my dick stiffening as I lay there face up. Just as it did, she stopped. Coincidence? Hmmm.
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