I had been single since the death of my wife in a car accident, which had been five years ago. I had not craved female company as such; I didn’t want another wife. I was happy on my own, doing my own thing, plus work took me away for weeks at a time. I had a good job; it paid well, so I had a healthy bank balance. But I craved female touch, female attention.

I mentioned this to an old schoolmate, and he said that a massage was the thing for me. I wasn’t sure at first, but he sent me a link to a couple of websites. He also told me to get a burner phone just in case. So, one Friday night, I decided to take the plunge.

I fired up my laptop and loaded up Google. I searched for a massage in the local area. Many of the hits were escorts, and many looked well ropey. I had soon narrowed it down to three. They all said they offered a good massage, and all made it clear they did not provide a sexual service. That was what I was looking for...

I was worried I might get to the house and find the lady didn’t match the pictures. I had read some reviews where the girls posted fake or heavily photoshopped pictures, and what you ended up with wasn’t what you bargained for. I also read about something called bait-and-switch. Where the girl advertised does not look like the one you find at the appointment

I did as much research as I could to make sure, I was not going to get ripped off, mugged, or worse.

I closed the laptop, made a cup of tea, and headed up to bed. The following morning, I reviewed my final three and kicked one out after some more Google searches showed that she had some bad reviews.

So, I put the telephone numbers into my burner phone and got down to some work. It was not until later that afternoon that I made the calls. I had made a list of ten questions to ask, and neither lady seemed to mind me asking. They both seemed nice, well, if you can judge that from a voice, they seemed nice.

I spent the evening trying to make up my mind. The first was a lady called Ruth, and the other was named Anne. It was a real trial to choose between them, so I decided to see both. I flipped a coin to see who I would see first.

Ruth won...

So, I called her the following morning; her answering machine was on, so I left a message for her to call me back.

Later that afternoon, she called me. She sounded nice, and she told me about the benefits of massage and her boundaries. We made plans to meet the following afternoon. She lived in the next town to me, and the address she gave me told me she lived in a nice area. I was instructed to park up around the corner and then to give her a ring.

I got up early and did some work, then around lunchtime I had a shave and a nice, long, hot shower. I was eager to make a good impression, and I guessed that she would not appreciate me turning up smelling of sweat and unshaven. I made sure I had enough cash in my wallet. I was not sure, but I guessed she would not have a card machine.

Then I got dressed and headed out to the car. I put her address in the SATNAV and headed over to her place. I parked up in the tree-lined, leafy road. I was ten minutes early, so I listened to the radio. I checked my watch every thirty seconds until I felt the time was right.

I called her ... it took six rings before she answered.

“Hello Ruth, it’s Zak, I said

“Oh, Hello Zak, are you parked up around the corner?” she asked.

“Yes, as instructed, I said.

“Right, please walk around, it’s number 75. Ring the bell, please,” she said.