My new routine with this body (Patreon)

73-year-old Maddy was in a state of euphoria as she moved through the dimly lit, fragrant halls of the massage parlor. In her new body, a younger and more vibrant one than she had inhabited in her former years, every experience felt amplified and new.

This new body was a choice she made several months ago with the assistance of the Body Recyclers’ mind transfer machinery. They had presented her with several options, bodies in need of new lives, donated by those who needed the extra money for their families. Among the options was a young college girl, full of vitality and strength, a body that didn't creak with age or groan with pain at each bend or lift. She also had a long history in basketball and tennis. She had chosen this body, and had since fallen in love with the youthfulness and beauty she now possessed. It wasn’t hard to stay in shape, and the additional strength made her body look chiseled with vitality. She loved how good outfits looked on her sexy physique, and she enjoyed the comments she got whenever she was out on the streets.

Each step she took was light, her bare feet cool against the polished wooden floor of the parlor while a surge of confidence flowed through her. The towel wrapped around her chest was snug and soft, contrasting with the delicate chill of the air-conditioned room. She felt eyes on her, appreciating the form she was in. It wasn't just a lack of pain that made her love this body. The admiring glances, the youthful energy, the inherent beauty - all of it was intoxicating.

She found her way to the small room where she was to receive her massage, a space filled with the soothing scent of essential oils. Her therapist, Steven, was a handsome man, the kind that would make any woman's heart flutter. She saw him and felt the impulse to bite her lower lip, the corners of her mouth pulling up in a small smile. “Hey, Steven,” she said excitedly. “You got my note, right?”

He nodded. “As long as you don’t tell anybody, this shouldn’t be an issue.” Getting onto the table, she positioned herself comfortably, lying face down while her inner folds pulsated with desire. The heat flooded through her body when Steven began his work, hands expertly massaging the tension from her muscles while she became hornier and hornier. His touch was firm and knowing, each stroke hitting the right spots and releasing the day's strain. He started from the base of her neck, working down her shoulders, each circular motion driving out the knots that had built up.

His hands moved down her spine, each vertebra under his skilled touch. The pressure was perfect, firm enough to feel the stress melt away, yet gentle enough to induce a sense of relaxation. His hands worked magic upon throwing the towel tot he side, kneading the muscles of her naked body, soothing away the tension.

Next, he moved to her sexy legs, his hands running down from her thighs to her calves, and then her feet. Each stroke, each knead was a delightful sensation, making her sigh in contentment. She could feel his hard cock through his pants, and when his fingers finally stroked her inner folds, she let out a low moan. “You can be as loud as you want,” he whispered. “They can’t hear you out there.” He took his time between her legs, and knowing that she didn’t have to hold back made the experience even better.

It didn’t take much longer for her to have an orgasm. She felt her wetness flooding the massage table. “S-Sorry,” she shakily moaned out of embarrassment. When he assured her that it was okay, she begged him to keep going. He was more than happy to comply. “Thank you so much…”

After the massage was completed, Maddy rose from the table, her body loose and limber. Her skin glowed under the soft lighting, the oils used during the massage giving her a healthy sheen. She felt new, reborn, her senses heightened in the body she had chosen. She wished she could take things further with him, but she knew this was the farthest they’d ever go. With a satisfied sigh, she wrapped the towel around her, feeling more in tune with her body than she had in a long time before giving Steven a kiss goodbye. He smiled when she snuck cash into his pocket. She slipped past him as he closed the door behind her. “I’ll see you next tomorrow.” She giggled - she couldn’t wait to come back.