Having been training hard to lose weight to compete in a fun run with my grandson, it was clear I would at some stage sustain an injury. The injury, a torn ligament in my lower leg came about by accident and not as the result of training or working out in the gym. It had been a problem for six weeks when I sought advice from my personal trainer, who suggested I visit a sports therapist. He knew and gave me her card with a big grin on his face.

My trainer whom I shall refer to as Tom, said she was newly qualified so therefore cheap but very good at her work. He failed to mention she was gorgeous, nineteen years old with a wonderful full pair of breasts.

I made contact with the therapist who I will refer to as Jules and we made an appointment. The therapist, though only made house calls as she had no actual base from where to work

An appointment was made for the following day and hope for my injury to get sorted out. We agreed on a price for this consultation and the opportunity to have a full massage as well should I wish.

I was home alone showered and in my sports gear when Jules arrived. I could not believe how beautiful this young lady was and how perfect her figure was.

Jules set up her massage or treatment table in my bedroom while I made us some coffee. Jules called me into the bedroom where she had removed her outer garments and was now just in a white very short house coat. I placed the coffee down and found I could not take my eyes off her perfect long legs and tiny feet with brightly coloured painted toenails.

We discussed my problem and were asked to lie down face-first on the table so she could get to work on my injury. Jules soon diagnosed the problem, the same as I had already assumed, and suggested several sessions would help speed up the recovery.

Jules worked on my leg for what seemed like ages and it was certainly feeling better. Jules then asked if I had thought about a massage as she was nearing the end of the session and could fit me in should I wish.

I agreed straight away, Jules went off to the bathroom to wash her hands and asked me to strip off and lay back on the table with a towel across my bottom. I was in position when Jules returned, Jules got out her oils from her case and asked if I was ready, which I was.

I was lying with my face through the hole in the table and was watching Jules move around the table massaging my back and upper torso. I was now getting a real close-up of her perfect legs and could see she was wearing natural-coloured hold-up stockings under her housecoat. This, of course, made my cock twitch and stiffen and I am quite well-endowed so made things a bit awkward.

My back and legs were all well massaged I was told to turn over, this could be a problem I thought. I did as I was asked and my semi-erection was clear to see under my towel. Nothing was said as Jules continued with my upper body before moving to my legs.

Now the problem was getting worse, Jules, whether intentionally or not, had pulled the zipper on the front of her housecoat down a few inches revealing a huge amount of cleavage. I could not avert my eyes from the two huge globes down the front of her housecoat desperately trying to see if I could get a glimpse of her nipples.

It was clear Jules knew exactly what she was doing and I guessed that my trainer had said something to her to see if she got any sort of reaction from me. My trainer knows I love beautiful women and especially those with big breasts.

Jules was working on my legs, edging closer to my ever-hardening cock, which was straining to peek out from under the small towel positioned across my groin. Whether by accident or not I felt a hand brush my balls as she worked on my thighs, then again and again.

I tried to reposition the towel and push it down a bit lower to cover more of my groin area, Jules told me to keep my hands above my head. Jules's hands wandered further and further up under the towel finally one hand grasped my cock. I asked her not to do that as it was not right.

Jules completely ignored my request and removed the towel completely. Jules was now staring down at my big long fat cock, all nine inches of it with her left hand wrapped around it. I was not in a position to do anything, a girl forty years my junior playing with my cock in my own home and I was loving it

Jules lowered the zipper on her housecoat and stepped out of it, she stood above me in a tiny bra that struggled to cope with her huge tits and a g-string that could not hide her shaven pussy. Jules continued to massage my cock using both hands on its impressive length, I don't think I have ever been as hard or as long as I was right then. With a huge smile, Jules lowered her mouth over my cock, licking along its length and my balls, then taking as much in her mouth before again licking and biting along its length.

Jules then mounted me in a sixty-nine position, pushing her pussy into my mouth as she resumed working on my cock. I pulled the string of her panties aside and went to work on her, soon Jules was moaning and bucking on my face and covering my face in her juices as she had her first orgasm.

I continued also licking and forcing my tongue into her tight little bud of an arse this gave her, her second orgasm as I filled her mouth and throat full of shot after shot of my hot sticky semen. Jules did not stop sucking on me until she swallowed every little drop and cleaned me up to leave no evidence behind.

Jules cleaned herself up and got dressed, I did likewise, and we made a follow-up appointment for further treatment and massage later in the week.

Jules asked me not to let on to my PT what had gone on between us as he had been trying to date her for a while and she had so far not agreed.