The next few weeks were busy at work. In my mind, I was still thinking about going for another massage. Then we had a long weekend, and on Friday night, I had a long think. Yes, Amy had been good and had made me feel at ease and relaxed, but in my mind, I wondered whether I could make any judgment without seeing the other ladies. I had nothing to judge her about, so I guess I needed to try some other ladies!

I did some Googling and some research. Several ladies took my fancy, some seemed a bit iffy, and some where the photos looked very photoshopped.

I fired up my burner phone and sent a few texts, but got no answers. On Saturday morning, I got up and went for a run. When I got home, I cooked some scrambled eggs and had them on toast with a nice cup of tea.

After I had cleaned up, I fired up the burner phone. When I had picked Ruth to break my massage virginity, I had also shortlisted a lady called Anne. She had replied to my text and asked me to call her. I went into my study and rang her. She sounded nice. She asked what I was looking for and said she was more than happy to see me.

We arranged to meet at four o’clock. She sent me her address, and I ran it through Google Maps and Street View. It was a nice area. There were houses and a few small apartment blocks. She had told me the road but had said she would give me the full address when I arrived. She said to text her when I had parked up.

I did some housework and then had a shower and a shave. I got into the car with an hour to spare and visited a cashpoint. The drive to her road took me just over half an hour.

I drove up and down her road. There was a small park halfway along the road. I pulled into the car park and stashed my own phone and my wallet. I had the burner and two hundred quid in my pockets. I sent her the text, and seconds later, she sent me the full address and asked me to give her five minutes.

I got out of the car and, by looking at the house opposite the car park, I worked out she lived at the far end of the road. I took a leisurely walk toward her home. I checked my watch; it had been eight minutes since I had received her text.

I knocked on the door, and seconds later it was opened. Anne looked like the pictures on the website. She was short, blonde, and very pretty. She had a great figure. She was wearing a summer dress that showed off some impressive curves. Her smile lit up the hallway.

“Please come in!” she said and closed the door behind me.

She led me through the kitchen and into what seemed to be a purpose-built extension.

There was a sofa and a massage table. A small door led to what appeared to be a toilet area with a sink. There was a table with towels and bottles of oil.

“Please take a seat!” she said with a smile.

“Thank you!” I said, took off my jacket, and sat down.

I guess she sensed my nervousness.

“So, you said you are new to this scene?” she asked with a smile. She had a great smile.