strange-physical-therapy

I'm Kim Eun-hye, thirty-seven years old.

I live happily with my middle-school-aged son and my husband, who adores me.

Our household is comfortably well-off, so I invest plenty of time in staying youthful—doing aerobics, working out, swimming, and more.

Thanks to years of exercise and natural good looks, my body still has elasticity rivaling that of any young girl.

The other day, right after aerobics, I slipped and fell down the stairs.

I spent a day or two resting at home without exercising, but my back and buttocks ached unbearably.

I visited a large hospital, and they said there was nothing wrong with my bones—just that my muscles had spasmed.

They told me to undergo physical therapy for about a week.

But the big hospital was packed with patients, so it was inconvenient, both in distance and in general hassle.

My husband heard that a newly opened clinic in the neighborhood had good facilities, so he suggested I go there instead.

Well, since it was just about loosening tight muscles, there was no real need to go to a big hospital, so I agreed.

The newly built clinic and its facilities looked very clean and tidy.

There were hardly any patients, so I was seen immediately. But I was surprised when I entered the physical therapy room—there were no female therapists, only male ones.

Maybe my outfit stood out for someone coming in for physical therapy.

I was wearing a light blouse with two buttons undone and a tight short skirt, and the therapist seemed visibly startled by my sleek, shapely figure.

Well, I do have quite the volume. Heh heh~

Anyway, I followed him to the farthest corner of the room.

Anyone who's had physical therapy knows that different machines are used for different body parts—this machine for this patient, that one for that treatment, and so on.

Anyway, it seemed there was an unused machine in the far corner for me. As I followed him and he pulled back the curtain, I glanced at his name tag—it said Kang Seok-hoon.

Mr. Kang closed the curtain behind us, then told me to lie face down and remove my outer clothes, since the treatment area required it.

For a moment, I felt embarrassed, but I could tell Mr. Kang was blushing too. He seemed quite innocent.

I turned slightly away, took off my blouse, and covered my chest with the fabric. When I looked back at him, I caught him staring intently at my full breasts.

Well, anyone would probably want to suck on breasts like mine at least once.

My husband always touches and sucks them when we're at home.

I deliberately turned my face toward Mr. Kang while lying face down. I was curious about his reaction. It was kind of fun—teasing him like this.

Mr. Kang looked visibly flustered by my slender, shapely back.

Maybe it was my tight short skirt and full buttocks. He might have been turned on—perhaps a virgin therapist, getting excited.

The thought crossed my mind, and I couldn't help glancing at his crotch. It was slightly bulging, though not obvious. Still, I tried to guess its size in my imagination.

"How old are you, sir? You look quite young."

"Y-yes... twenty-seven."

He answered shyly, swallowing hard, and I found his awkwardness rather cute.

"Could you tell me exactly which area hurts the most?"

Mr. Kang's young hands gently pressed from my shoulders down to my waist as he asked.

Honestly, it was just stiff, not painful enough to wince. But a playful mood took over.

"N-no, over there. No, lower. Yes, yes..."

I kept directing his hands, not caring about the actual pain, just wanting to feel his touch.

"Your muscles are very tense."

His hands were so warm. I felt my eyes drifting shut.

"It hurts lower down too, sir..."

I exaggerated my pain, luring his hands toward my buttocks.

I could feel his hand trembling slightly. Then, his hand settled on one of my full, firm buttocks.

It was a different kind of thrill than my husband's touch. Heh heh. It felt good.

"Yes... sir... I really slammed my butt when I fell. It's sore and aching."

I was very curious about what he was feeling. Was he excited?

He rubbed my taut, bouncy buttock a few times, then applied lotion to the massage device.

"What's that for?"

"To help the electromagnetic waves penetrate better. We massage the area first."

"O-okay..."

He started massaging with a handle that looked like a showerhead.

The part touching my skin was soft, and with the oil, the sensation was really pleasant.

I closed my eyes and imagined it was his hands massaging me. Just thinking that made my lower body tingle and grow languid.

It was almost as if I were lying here completely naked. His hands, which had been giving me tingling sensations from my shoulders to my waist, stopped.

"Is the massage finished?"

"W-well... not exactly... that is..."

He seemed unsure how to handle massaging the painful area on my lower back—probably flustered.

I felt a mischievous urge to tease him.

"It hurts down here too, sir... Aren't you going to treat that area?"

"..."

He looked completely flustered, his face turning red. My husband gets like that too.

"We're doctor and patient—what's so hard about it?"

I boldly took off my skirt.

Mr. Kang looked shocked. Probably hadn't expected this.

Lying face down, I reached behind me, pulled my tiny pink panties down from under my buttocks, and slid them out of the way.

Then I rested my chin on my hands and stared straight at him. Maybe he got turned on seeing my face. Heh heh~

Mr. Kang carefully rubbed my buttocks, as if reminding himself he was the therapist in charge.

His face was red, and he seemed afraid to meet my eyes, staring only at my buttocks like a fool.

The cleft between my buttocks must have revealed my ripe pussy. That should turn him on even more.

I almost laughed but had to force myself to hold it in.

As Mr. Kang kept massaging my buttocks, the thrill of being half-naked in front of a handsome stranger, with my panties down, made me unconsciously excited.

I kept tensing my buttocks involuntarily. He must have noticed.

Now he was firmly rubbing the flesh of my lower buttocks, pressing from the inner cleft outward, spreading them apart.

Each time my buttocks were spread, imagining my anus and pussy being exposed, my pussy grew wetter.

It seemed the massage was nearly done, but Mr. Kang wasn't moving on to electrotherapy—he kept rubbing my buttocks.

I realized—he was excited too, enjoying this.

Afraid he'd see my flushed face, I buried it in the pillow. My breathing was getting faster. I didn't want him to see how turned on I was.

Then Mr. Kang started rubbing more openly—grabbing my buttocks with one hand, spreading them wide, and massaging with the device.

"P-probably... this area hurts too..."

"..."

I couldn't answer. After all, I had practically invited this. But I was growing increasingly embarrassed.

Now my pussy was fully exposed. I could feel it—my pussy was slick with wetness.

He must be seeing it.

Trapped, I suddenly started to worry.

I'd only meant to tease this seemingly shy young therapist. But things had taken a strange turn.

This was serious.

"Ma'am... are you feeling better? More relaxed?"

His sly, sticky voice made me whisper back that I was. What else could I say at this point?

Mr. Kang stopped his motions and began wiping the oil off my body with a towel.

His touch was so gentle and caring.

He must have spread my buttocks left and right, thoroughly wiping and staring at my pussy.

When wiping my buttocks, the excess cloth dragged through my cleft, tickling me, sending a shiver through my body.

Maybe he noticed. Embarrassing—I have a lot of pubic hair.

My hope that he'd finally start electrotherapy crumbled.

"Ma'am... this is more effective than electrotherapy. I'm giving you a special treatment..."

Mr. Kang lied blatantly, massaging my body with his bare hands.

Ashamed and humiliated, I didn't want to react to his touch, but my body was tense.

From my shoulders to my armpits, my sides and waist.

Under his soft hands, I involuntarily grew languid, pleasure creeping over me.

Honestly, I didn't mind his touch.

I felt my whole body relaxing, as if all fatigue was melting away.

Mr. Kang's two hands finally gripped each of my buttocks.

I clenched my buttocks tightly. I didn't want to expose my pussy anymore—he no longer seemed innocent.

But no matter how hard I clenched, his young hands easily spread them apart.

He used his thumbs to pull them wide open, lifting upward. He must have wanted to see more of my pussy.

Now I could hear his soft moan.

Thinking of my exposed pussy, I almost wanted to cry.

Suddenly, I felt something wet drip onto my anus.

"What is it?"

Tense with fear, I felt the wetness slide from my anus toward my pussy—then realized it was Mr. Kang's saliva.

It was disgusting, but he kept dripping more saliva onto my anus.

His saliva kept pooling into my already wet, excited pussy. But why was I getting even more turned on?

I thought of my husband.

If I'd known this would happen, I should've had sex this morning.

My pent-up desire, untouched since the fall, was suddenly awakening because of Mr. Kang.

Maybe my longing was visible in my pussy.

One of Mr. Kang's thumbs gently rubbed my saliva-soaked anus.

I'd often had anal sex with my husband, so it was quite developed.

Slightly loosened, even. He was stroking my most sensitive spot.

"S-sir... please... stop..."

He pressed me down with one hand while pressing his thumb harder against my anus.

"Haa..."

Afraid other patients might hear, I buried my face in the pillow, stifling my moan. My legs went completely weak.

He completely removed my panties, spread my thighs wider, and gently stroked my pussy with his fingers. A sharp, electric pleasure surged through my body.

He gently parted my flower, slick with saliva and arousal, and used the side of his finger to slowly stroke upward from below.

I no longer felt shame. I just wanted to go to a love motel right now.

Finally, one long finger—probably his middle finger—slowly twisted into my pussy.

Inside my hot pussy, his finger moved around, spreading my wetness.

Then I thought I heard him sucking his finger. I must have.

It was an entirely new kind of pleasure. Mr. Kang never rushed, only making me ache with desire—he must be a true professional.

Mr. Kang turned me onto my back.

Ashamed and embarrassed, I covered my face with a pillow, yet made no move to resist or scream—this moment was too blissful.

He grabbed my large breasts, then pushed my bra up.

My embarrassed nipples were already hard, and as he kept kneading my right breast, he sucked my left one into his mouth.

Having a stranger suck my breasts sent a thrilling jolt through my head.

He gently sucked my large nipple without making a sound.

His wet tongue licked all over my breast, and with his left hand twisting my nipple, his lips slowly moved downward.

I just clutched the pillow tightly, trembling all over in blissful pleasure.

His moist tongue wandered all over my developed mound, and my legs involuntarily spread wide.

I raised my knees and lifted my hips, but when he pressed down, my legs spread even wider.

My flower, sticky with wetness, had been stuck together like glue.

But his tongue pried them apart and began licking my pussy.

His breath was scorching hot, but my pussy was just as hot.

As his tongue darted in and out of my pussy, I felt like I might scream out in ecstasy.

I was frustrated—he was taking so long, teasing me. I really wanted it.

I pulled his head deeper into my pussy, and he started sucking more eagerly.

Maybe my desire excited him even more.

I bent my knees as close to my face as possible, opening myself for better access.

He thrust one finger into my pussy while sucking my clit with his lips, and pressed his other hand against my anus.

That's when I climaxed, my entire body going limp.

It had been so long since I'd felt such an orgasm—my whole body was drenched in sweat.

Then Mr. Kang came down and told me to sit up on the bed.

I could barely move, but I managed to sit up and collapse my upper body onto the bed.

He stood behind me, gripping my waist—then pulled out his cock, I think.

I couldn't see how big it was, but from the heavy thud against my pussy, I guessed it was quite large.

His glans rubbed up and down my slippery pussy before slowly entering. Definitely bigger than my husband's.

It filled my pussy completely as it slid in.

With strong, forceful thrusts, I felt pleasure so intense it blurred my consciousness.

He gripped both my pressed-down breasts and thrust even faster, pounding me hard without making a single sound.

I rocked my hips back against him. It felt even better than with my husband.

His hands tightened around my breasts.

He came hotly inside my pussy. Still, I kept moving my hips.

I wanted to see Mr. Kang's cock.

I quickly pulled away and saw it—truly impressive and well-shaped.

Without hesitation, I squatted down and took it fully into my mouth, sucking hard. It was bigger than my husband's, and the firmness turned me on all over again.

"Ah... this is why young men are better..."

I thought as I cleanly sucked up his cum.

His hand gently stroking my head as I cleaned his cock felt incredibly tender and nice.

Mr. Kang helped me up and kissed me deeply.

He didn't seem to mind that his own cum was still in my mouth.

I tightly hugged him, then carefully got dressed.

As I stood there, dressed as if nothing had happened, Mr. Kang, who had been staring at my figure,

quickly lifted my skirt, pulled my panties down, and kissed my pussy again.

Then he stood up, smiled, and helped me put my clothes back on.

He must have really liked my sexy figure in the short skirt.

I reached into his pants, firmly gripped his softened cock, and gave his lips a light kiss.

He smiled back.

Before he left, he said something to me.

"Come at 4:30 tomorrow."

"That time is almost empty—few patients come then..."