Addendum To: Addendum To: A Blessing In Disguise, But My Penis Does Not Think So

So, as I alluded to in EWR, I caved to my penis and got a massage from ******a anyway.  I texted her when I surprisingly got cut from work early Wednesday, but I didn't hear back.  Serendipitously, however, after I got cut off work early again on Thursday and I thought about trying to reach her again, she texted me.  I took that as a sign that I could see her and not get COVID-19, neither the new super-contagious variant or the run-of-the-mill original virus.  But that's actually just my little man talking.

See, I concluded that she was close to giving me a handie, finally, after all these years.  She massaged my front the last time, and she got tantalizingly close to touching my pee-pee.  Thought she would be OK with going to the next, and last, step.

Alas, it was not to be.  She is still paranoid that she's being tracked and stalked through her devices.  ******a asked me to not only turn off my phone but also put it in airplane mode and take it off wi-fi before I got to her apartment.  Then, she situated me on both her massage chair and on the floor (which is when I strip naked so she can really knead my muscles) in such a way where she can both massage me while looking through her patio door to my car, which she was paranoid about someone ... uh, I forget; breaking into my car, or implanting a tracking device in it, or something else?  I don't know.  Anything to get her to wank me, I was thinking.

Last time, ******a used her hands to, I think, flip me over to my front.  She did something similar this time.  I was lying on my side, sort-of, as she was alternately putting her finger on the side of my left hip and looking out through her door.  (Me, except for my legs, was hidden behind a sofa chair; that was the only thing blocking what could have been prying eyes from seeing me in the nude.)  I then flipped myself over all the way, making her reach between my hip and the bed in order to work on my hip.

I took this opportunity to tell her how I felt when she massaged my front: "Thank you for massaging my front.  I like it when you massage my front.  It feels good.  If you feel comfortable, you can massage all of my front, too!"

To which ******a replied, "Do you mean the front of your hip, or ..." and she looked at my peener, gave a chin nod toward it and went, "... that?"

"Whatever you want."

And after a beat she went, "Yeah, I'll just stick to your hip."

Drat.

I will note, however, that she used her knee to push down the crack of my ass and up against my perineum, aka the area between my butthole and my balls, aka the "fumunda," aka the "down there place."  And she did it twice.  So am I saying there's a chance?  Yes, I'm saying there's a chance.  Unfortunately, I thought Thursday afternoon was that chance, and it wasn't, and so now I risked getting the coronavirus for a failed handie.  I'm hope to Buddha she's not sick.