MASSAGE TABLE 


Apparently our time was half used up, as she had me flip onto my back. Then she
did a very unusual  thing. She put her right hand under my head, and her left
hand on my  forehead. Holding my head between her hands she was. I felt
strange. Why was she checking me for fever??I mustve been a little spacy. I
noticed I was starting to get one of my migrane headaches, so I told   Joan, "I
need to take a migrane  capsule before we can resume."

"OK" she said, "just a minute, lie still please".  And she continued checking
my temperature  with her hand for a rough estimate of my condition.   Her hand
felt very cool and refreshing on my face, very pleasing. As far as I knew I was
infection free and fever free.

Then she    brought me a cup of water and my  purse so I could  get my headache
meds. I took the pill and felt reassured that I wouldnt be aching much longer
because I had caught it in time.   As  she took the cup and purse away, she
said, "Dear, would you please turn on your side?  Here is a pillow for you." I
figured  it was some new massage stroke she had learned. Little   did I know.

She stepped into her little bathroom  and when she came out, she pulled the
covers off my feet and said "Is that better?", I said it was better."Draw your
knees up   to your chest"   she said as she lifted up the sheet.I felt her
expose my behind as I lay  curled up  on the massage table.. "JUst keep
relaxing so I can check you now, OK?" I felt her grasp my buttocks cheeks and I
gasped and said "Hey what  are you doing?" Then something cold and greaasy was
smeared all over my rectum and about an inch inside. "Im taking your temp.
Please lie still. I think your infection has come  back, you keep complaining
of being too warm. I cant turn up the air-- you could get a chill."

I felt embarrassed, but cooperative and a little turned on. I felt her lift up
the upper cheek, and the tip of the thermometer touched me. "Ready?" She asked
as she pushed it   slowly into my rectum. Her aim was very good.   She     
didnt poke me or anything.  Then   her hand   held it in place, everyonce in
awhile  her hand  would shake or wiggle a little, and that moved the stick a
tiny bit.

She let it stay a good 5 minutes. I watched the clock. Then slipped it  out and
she  read it. She told me my  temp was one degree over normal. No big deal, but
that I should keep track of it since I had been sick over the    spring.

Now everytime I go there, I wonder if her thermometer is ready. I make sure not
to go to Joan when Im sick, unless Im in need of   some kinky thermometer play
from  Joan, whom I dont believe  is  aware of my  feelings   .