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Healer (C) Sven the Elder Jan 2002

I knew her through the office of course, that and helping her
manage and learn to use her computer in the facets of her new
job.  She was a quiet, slim, slightly mousy woman in her
forties.  Divorced, slightly bitter, but otherwise not the sort
of person you'd look at twice if you passed her in the mall.

I was working on her computer's connection to the network.  We'd
had new network cabling carried out and while most of it was to a
very high, extremely reliable standard we had had one or two
machines where the connections were not as reliable as they
should be.  In the end we'd traced it to a very small faulty
batch of wall-boxes - as there were only a few yours truly was
replacing them rather than spending more of my company's money
having it done professionally.  I'm big hearted like that!

The only way I could get at the wretched box was to lie on my
back under her desk, other than that it was shift a damned heavy
desk having cleared all her kit off it first! I'm idle - I went
for the easy way.  Maggie hadn't been in the office when I
started the work, one of the reasons for getting on with it, it
really wasn't either a big or a long job. I slowed down when
Maggie came back though, from where I was laid she really had
rather nice legs - she normally wore trousers - today a skirt;
prim and proper below the knee - but if you're lying on the floor
looking up, it brings a whole new perspective onto things.  She
wore thigh highs as well as French Knickers.  I giggled to myself
- 'who'd have thought...'

Anyway the end result, what with the view just had and trying to
minimise the bulge in my trousers, was I wasn't really paying as
much attention as I should have been when I was getting out from
underneath and I twisted my back awkwardly.  Now if you're a
lithe, fit 20 year old this is no big deal, however, if you're a
fifty something, pre-wrinkly who really ought to know better than
climb under ladies' desks, then it hurts.

I groaned inwardly and outwardly too I guess, as I straightened
up and myself eased onto her chair. She turned to see what I'd
done and saw the discomfort I was in.

"Sven, what's up?" she said, her voice and her expression showing
her concern.

"Oh, don't worry Maggie, it's an old war wound," I joked and then
stiffened as pain knifed at my back again.

I was sat sideways on her typist's chair, and she came over and
moved behind me.

"Shhh - don't say anything..." and Maggie was holding my shoulder
with one hand while running her other gently over my back. "Ahh -
found it!" and she started rubbing a point on my back with the
ball of her hand.  "You've crossed a muscle over a rib," I was
told by way of explanation.

Whatever - her hand was warm and soothing. Surpassingly, what had
been a sharp and uncomfortable experience eased under her
ministrations very quickly.

"Maggie - that's amazing," I said, "That's normally very
uncomfortable for a day or two when it happens - where did you
learn that trick?"

She blushed a little. "Can't remember," she said, a little
defensively, "I'm a healer, I seem to have always been able to do
something like it.  As I've grown older," she grimaced a little
at the word 'older,' "I've learnt to refine it and control it a
bit better."  Then she carried on, "you have a deep injury lower
on your back," her fingers probed down my spine feeling the
ridges through my shirt - she caught her breath sharply as she
reached the lower end. "You broke your back a long time ago -
you're very lucky, it should have paralysed you."

The latter as she now faced me, her hands on my shoulder.

I was startled.  Yes I had broken my back some thirty and odd
years earlier, but I'd certainly never told anyone in this
Company.  Letting Personnel know at a job interview that you've
had a broken back in the past can do strange things for your
future employment prospects.

Absentmindedly she said, "I need to give you a longer session of
treatment for that," then more assertively, "what are you doing
this evening?"

                        o  -  O  -  o

She had apologised when she gave me her address and mobile
number, "Not a good part of the district..." was all she had

I understood now as I'd reached the end of the narrow road.  I'd
heard from someone else, not the usual office gossip you
understand, that she had been in a business partnership with her
ex - she'd trusted him and when the company crashed she found
that he'd been milking it of money for years - that he was in
gaol for fraud was of little consolation, in many ways she's been
lucky to escape the same fate herself.  Whatever, it now meant
she lived in a trailer park in a not very wonderful part of town.

I parked up, got out, locked the car and set the alarms, before
walking to her front door. I was shaken at the first sight of the
person who opened the door to me.  To say she had changed into
something more comfortable could only be thought of as an
understatement of the sort that would describe the Titanic as a
minor shipping incident.

Maggie was wearing a see-through blouse and a much shorter skirt;
both accentuated her slim figure well.  She looked good, and my
face was obviously worth her having gone to the trouble she had.
She laughed gently, reached forward and closed my wide open mouth
and asked me to "Come on in."

I've not mentioned Maggie's voice before, she has a low, quite
sexy voice, suddenly now she had the appearance to match it. I
followed that shapely rear up the front steps, closed the door
behind me and caught up with her down the passage into her
parlour. Let's just say that in the way of these places it was
cosy. She'd made up for the drab exterior, by having a
beautifully decorated interior, I glanced around as she spoke.

"Sven, have you ever been to a healer before?"

"Maggie, I have, several times, in fact enough times to know that
you each have individual ways of working.  What's best tonight,
how do you want me?" I said, without thinking - and then blushed
at the realisation of what I had just said.

She laughed, then said, "Well it's a warm evening, and things
will probably get warmer as we go along, if it was your first
time with a healer I would have said stay clothed, but as you're
an old hand, I'd say clothes off down to shorts will be cooler
and more comfortable for you.  It'll also enable me to work more

I was happy with the idea, so as she got me a padded stool to sit
on and then went to prepare by washing her hands I stripped down
to my underwear - 'just as well I showered and put clean things
on' was my only thought as I sat and waited.

Maggie returned a moment or two later, with a pitcher of cold
water with ice in it and a couple of tumblers - "We'll be thirsty
later." was her only comment.  She switched on a CD player that
put a gentle background sound of what might be described as 'New
Age' music on.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and I heard a short muttered
prayer as she began the session. Her hands warm and her touch
light as she explored my back, shoulders, neck and head, it was
almost hypnotic as time passed.  She was a powerful and effective
medium for healing energy, more than once I felt myself sway on
the seat as I breathed slowly and deeply under the effect of what
she was doing. At one point I almost fell.

"Wait!" I half woke from my trance-like state and was vaguely
aware of Maggie putting a mat on the floor for me before she helped
me to lie face down on it.  I was also aware that I had more than
half an erection going and somewhere deep inside me hoped that it
didn't show, I was also aware that I didn't care if it did in
front of this deeply sexy, powerful woman.

A second or so later she was back and I felt her smooth oil on my
back, working it gently in and then on down into my legs.

A little while later I became aware of being moved.  Maggie had
turned me over so I was laying on my back and she was gently
rubbing my front with the same oil.  I had a warm flannel over my
eyes and my hands were down by my sides, I felt distant -
comfortable - in a place I could trust - I again half dozed as
she worked her way down my front. As she got to my hips I
realised that somewhere along the way I had become naked.  It
didn't seem to matter a lot.

Maggie worked back up my leg on the inside, reaching my groin she
cupped my balls and carefully worked the oil into them before
moving to my now hard shaft. I felt her kiss the tip and groaned
"Mag...!" as she did. I was stopped as I felt her button my lips


Then sweet agony as I felt her mouth engulf me.  She swept her
lips down my length as fast as she could then, squeezing her lips
round me, milked her mouth back up. By the third full sweep up and
down I could feel things beginning to boil, but before I could
stop her, she had stopped and her mouth moved away.  She brushed
my lips with hers and I could taste my sweet pre-cum as she did
so. I sensed more movement then felt heat approach the tip of my
penis, immediately overtaken by the exquisite sensations as she
slid herself down onto me. Slowly, so slowly her sheath took me
into her. The flannel fell from my eyes as she, hands on my
shoulders, leaned forward, nipples brushing mine and kissed me,
licking my lips gently with her tongue.

The feeling on top of the build-up of the evening was a sexual
intensity I have never experienced before or since. Still without
moving from the initial penetration I felt her squeeze her
muscles on me and I flexed back, then I saw and felt her muscles
ripple as the most incredible orgasm overtook first her and then
me.  I swear she sucked me totally dry before I blacked out.

It can only have been scant seconds before I became aware again.
Maggie, quite naked, was collapsed lying on my chest, indeed I
was hugging her to my chest. I felt myself still inside her. No,
correction: I felt myself rock hard and still inside her.  I am
fifty and odd years old - my delivery system does its job and
shrivels, instantly!  What had this incredible woman done to me?

I felt her stir gently, then, eyes still shut, she eased back to a
semi-kneeling position and started to slide up and down on me - I
felt my earlier cum lubricate us as some of it dripped down my
shaft onto my balls.  The movement and feelings were
indescribable.  This time I felt alive, my whole being striving
to get as deep inside Maggie on each thrust.  We kissed deeply as
I rolled her over underneath me.  She brought her legs up and I
eased  first one, then the other over my arms so her legs were up
on my shoulders. I was now fucking directly, hard, down into her
slickness, looking deeply into her dark green eyes. She came
first, again her internal muscles rippling round my penis tipped
me over the edge - she keened gently - I gave of my last, before
collapsing half on top of her.

                        o  -  O  -  o

This time we slept in each others' arms for more than a few
seconds, I came to to find her, still naked, cleaning me with a
wash cloth. No that's not true, she had a wash cloth, but she was
cleaning my poor, expired penis with her mouth.

Feeling me stir and seeing me awake again, she stopped, laughed
quietly. "I've missed the taste, love it, I'd forgotten how
much."  The she slurped me into her mouth again. This time there
wasn't even a twitch.

She laughed again, "Poor old bugger," she addressed my shrivelled
penis, "I think I've killed you for the night."

She crawled up the mat and lay, half over me, her breasts
squashed against me. Very seriously she started, "I owe you an
apology.  I took advantage of you, but in retrospect I feel we
both needed that release of tension.  Healing is sometimes an
holistic treatment, you had this deep seated block I needed to
move."  Then seeing the look in my eyes she giggled again.

I just held her to me and kissed her again as we snuggled in the
aura of our joint afterglow.

Later, after we had lain there in the gathering darkness, Maggie
stirred again, then rousing more fully shivered a little as she
sat up beside me. She didn't speak, but, having stood up held my
hand and helped me off the floor.  Then still holding my hand she
led the way to her bed.

I started to say that I was covered in oil and sweat from our
earlier session of lovemaking, but again she 'buttoned my lip.'

"Sven, sometimes you talk too much," was all I got as she turned
the cover back, climbed in and then held her arms out to me.

I climbed in and lay on my back beside her - she snuggled up to
me, again pressing into me, kissed me and we went to sleep.

A lot later, I woke to the intense feeling of a slow hand job on
a hard, hard penis, with my balls being softly sucked in her hot
mouth. I sighed softly to myself and resigned myself to being
looked after again by my lovely Maggie.  After all, as a top
notch healer she knows what's good for me and I'm happy to take
her help and advice.


(C)Sven the Elder Jan 2002

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