I met Donna at a psychic fair not long after moving to Oregon. She is short, comes about chin high to my almost six-foot height, slender, and possesses a wonderful pair of breasts. She was in her late 40s and very appealing. I feigned interest in her woo-woo based life coaching, and we chatted off and on for a few hours between people who were actually interested in her line of work. All I was interested in was the cleavage she was showing.

Over the years we crossed paths often and I watched her age quite nicely. Her hugs are amazing, and I can feel those sweet breasts pressing against me as we squeeze each other tightly together for longer than friends usually hug. She was the one who always held tight when I would loosen my hold. I thought that was interesting. Over the years I’ve also noticed that those hugs were longest when we were alone or in the company of strangers. She’s married, quite happily she professes, so I never thought our friendship would progress beyond where it was. Still, there were those hugs.

Donna began holding a monthly gathering of various people, some were her clients, some friends, some friends of friends. It was an eclectic group which varied every month as to who was there and how many. One month it was just Donna and me. We spent the evening discussing all sorts of things. Another month there were about fifteen people, many of whom wanted to out-talk all the others. The topics are mostly woo-woo type of stuff, which interests me, and I always sit where I have a good view of Donna, so I keep going. If nothing else, I get a couple of delicious hugs and a couple of hours checking out her body.

During one meeting she announced she had added Reiki to her practice and that she needed some volunteers to help her finish her internship. Of course, I jumped at the chance. A few days later I was in her office, lying face down on the massage table, listening to soft music as she began. I’d experienced Reiki several times before with several different practitioners and only once did I feel anything; a profound sense of calm and peace. Naturally, I didn’t expect anything this time, either. At the start she gave me some tissues to hold because my nose was running. I never used them, and it wasn’t until the next morning when I sniffled that I realized it had stopped before the session was over and stayed that way all night. There were some other sensations, too. Improved mood, a feeling of being physically lighter, hard to define. Enough that I decided I wanted another experience, and not just so I could be around her.