I had started doing a lot of work in the garden since the weather had started to improve and, as usual had overdone things to the extent that I could hardly walk. My back was killing me and I had pains running down my leg. I tried painkillers and anti inflammatories, which provided some relief from the pain, but it wasn't actually getting any better. At this point my daughter suggested that I should see her friend Jane (not her real name) who had just qualified as a physio and not actually started working anywhere as yet - I would be perfect practice for her apparently! I spoke to Jane and arranged to call round at her flat where she had a massage table and all her gear. Come the appointed hour and I presented myself in shorts, T shirt and sweatshirt as I thought that would be the easiest combination to allow her to treat me comfortably. I explained my dilemma and she stood me against the wall to check my posture, then had me doing leg raises and trying to bend from the waist so that she could assess the damage. Bottom line seemed to be that apart from just general stiffness as a result of slightly advancing years (I'm in my 60s), I almost certainly had a trapped sciatic nerve, but she felt that with some gentle manipulation, warmth and massage she should have me up and about in no time. She said that we should start with just the heat lamps to warm everything up, but felt that it would be best if I stripped off and covered myself with a towel so that the heat could more easily penetrate the necessary areas. She left me to it whilst I disrobed and lay face down on the bed with just a towel over me, before coming back in and setting up the heat lamp. It was absolute bliss as I lay there in the warm glow from the lamp and chatted to this rather attractive 30 year old. Incidentally she was dressed in trainers, jogging pants and a T shirt, so nothing overtly sexual and all very professional, but as I say she was attractive with a fit, toned, gym honed body. As I lay there chatting in the warmth I must confess that my mind started to wander and a certain part of my anatomy started to stir - to the extent that it must have been obvious from where she was sitting as I adjusted my position a few times. After about 20 minutes she turned off the lamp, rubbed oil onto her hands and began to give me the massage. This necessitated her moving the towel to one side as she worked mainly on my lower back and down to the top of my leg - working her way past my bum cheek as she went. This did nothing to ease my dilemma, in fact it only made matters worse and I was again squirming as I tried to accommodate a rock hard penis between my body and a fairly unforgiving massage table. The conversation became a bit more stilted as it was obvious she knew exactly what was happening, but to be fair she carried on regardless and she certainly had magic hands as the pain had eased considerably. Finally she announced that she was going to try a bit of manipulation as she felt that everything should be nice and loose and warmed up. The problem was that in order to do this, she had to lean across me - thereby squashing her lovely firm tits into my back - get me by the far shoulder and the opposite hip and pull me round. Hard to describe and seemingly even harder for her to execute because somehow it all went wrong and we ended up on the floor. Her flat on her back with me half crouching over her and, of course, the towel was nowhere to be seen - my stiff cock was waving around a few inches from her face. She looked at it, looked up at me and then just burst out laughing. I tried to maintain a certain amount of my dignity but in the end just gave up and fell to the floor alongside her laughing as well. Eventually she calmed down, apologised and said :"I can hardly send you home in that state, can I - and besides I owe you an apology for dragging you off the table." With that she pushed me flat on my back and engulfed my aching cock with her beautiful lips. I couldn't believe my luck and just lay there, running my fingers through her hair, as this gorgeous creature gave me one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. Slowly pulling up the shaft before plunging down again and deep throating me. Licking the eye with her tongue, gently catching the helmet with her teeth and occasionally looking up at me to show that she was enjoying it almost as much as me. I thought of all sorts of things to try to prolong it, but she was too good. Twisting her hand up my cock as it followed her lips, then back down again, swirl with the tongue then back up again to just catch me with those teeth. I warned her that I was about to come, but that just spurred her until, with a giant buck of the hips and a roar, I erupted into her mouth. She swallowed the lot before coming up for air. Wow Mr P, I think you needed that! I have to say that I did feel somewhat awkward now and tried to rearrange myself and get out of there as quickly as possible, but she was all matter of fact, back to being the professional physio and insisted on trying the manipulation again - this time more successfully. Eventually I was dressed and ready to go. "Same time next week?" I asked hopefully. "Perhaps best not" she said, unsurprisingly. As I was heading out she caught me by the arm and gave me a quick kiss. "That was lovely Mr P and don't worry, it will be our secret" She then winked at me as I floated out of her door and down the stairs. If Carlsberg did physios.....!