The Massage

I logged on to the swingers site that I had joined years ago and still dipped into occasionally when the mood took me.

The longer that I'd been a member, the lower my expectations of the site became.

I'd had a few flings years ago when working away from home, staying in quality hotels, with evenings to myself and a comfortable hotel room to entertain in. Opportunities when at home were far fewer and with the number of men on the site far outnumbering the women it was difficult to get into a conversation let alone meet up. It was virtually unheard of to receive an unsolicited message from a woman......

.... a message, it simply said

"Hi, your profile says that you're good at full body massages. Can we chat?"

I went to her profile.....

"Married, 47, Curvaceous body 5'6''

Looking for: Friendship, Romance and fun, Casual

Caucasian/White, Non-Smoker, Light / Social Drinker

Occupation: Healthcare

Education: Bachelors Degree

Eye Colour: Grey

Hair Colour: Auburn

Looking for Male between the ages of 60 and 70

"I'm an intelligent, open minded married woman seeking a mature man to massage me and, if you turn me on enough, to give me sexual pleasure.

I will not go further than this except for giving you a hand job if you deserve it.

You must respect me and must not cross the agreed boundaries"

So, there would be no sex for me, at best a hand job, I've had worse offers!

I love sex, but I love touch equally. There is something incredibly erotic about running your fingers slowly and purposefully along a woman's skin. Lubrication is essential in order that the hands run smoothly rather than catching and juddering along. Lotions and water based lubes work for a while but soon dry out and have to be renewed regularly which gets in the way of the pleasure.

Oils are best, massage oil is wonderfully slippy and a scented one goves off wonderful aromas that enhance the experience. Baby oil is equally slick and has no scent. ideal if you're going home to a partner. Conconut oil is great too.... very natural and tastes good.

I replied "Hi, thanks for your message. I like your profile, I adore curvaceous women and I love touch. Your boundaries are clear and acceptable. I'm sapiosexual and redheads have always turned my head. I'd love to discuss how we can make this happen."

Several messages later we had agreed a plan. I booked a day room at a quality hotel in Manchester for the set date and we agreed to meet there at 12 noon. I suggested lunch first but Alex, as was her name, declined.

I got to the hotel half an hour early and checked in. It always amuses me to wonder what the receptionist is thinking when checking you in for a day room. Unless at an airport I'm sure there can't be many reasons to book into a hotel in the day for a couple of hours or so.

I sent Alex a text "Room 314, 3rd floor. Walk straight past reception which is on the right. the lifts are directly ahead, through the bar" She pinged a thumbs up in return.

The room was fine, a decent size with the centrepiece being a king sized bed with sparkling white bedding. A desk and two chairs being the other furniture. The bathroom was plush with a large walk in shower, perfect for washing the oil off after the massage.

I put a lamp on which gave a suitable level of mood lighting, put background music on at low volume, spread a large towel over the bedding, opened the jar of coconut oil and looked at my watch, 11:42.

Two minutes later my phone pinged with a message from Alex.

"Approaching the hotel a little early, sorry, can I come up?" I replied that that was fine.

I heard footsteps in the corridor then a light knock at the door, I opened it and stepped back to let her inside closing the door behing her.

She was attractive, better than in her photos. She looked a little nervous but returned my smile.

"Hi, you look lovely. If you've any reservations now that you've seen me then it's fine if you've changed your mind"

"Absolutely not, but thanks for asking" she replied, looking me in the eye and smiling less nervously. "May I use the bathroom to get ready"

...... she emerged from the bathroom dressed only in a towel, hair tied back in a ponytail. I had stripped down to my boxer shorts. I gestured to the bed. "Make yourself comfortable. On your front please" She complied, I adjusted the towel so that it draped over her, covering her from just under the shoulder down to the knee. Her shoulders and arms were toned, her neck elegantly long. My cock twinged as I admired her.

"I'm going sit astride you and start by giving you a neck massage, is that ok" I asked. She nodded her acceptance and I knelt on the bed and then straddled her lower back and buttocks. Her curves were evident under the towel, her waistline blending into a more than ample bottom which felt good under me. She lay with her arms above her head, elbows bent, her face pointing to the left. I took a little coconut oil from the jar with my fingertips and spread it across both my palms. Reaching forward my fingers began to massage the sides of her neck, my thumbs and thumb pads circling her trapezius muscle firmly. She murmered appreciatively. I continued this for a few minutes, gradually working lower onto her upper back, kneading out a couple of minor knots.

Applying a little more oil I worked outward over her shoulders and upper arms. I then concentrated on her left side, reaching forward, both hands working her shoulder and upper arm. My face inches from her skin. I repeated this on the right side. By now she was relaxed, her breathing slow and even. The soft breath sounds and the music interrupted only by an agreeable sigh or murmer of pleasure.

She lay there relaxed and comfortable. Her thoughts were that she had made a good choice, he appeared to be a perfect gentleman and he had a wonderful touch. Large hands. Firm and yet soft. Moving slowly but purposefully across her body. Whilst not particularly handsome she had noticed that he had an excellent body, a slight tummy being the only sign of his 67 years. She was close to slipping into a dream but a change in his position brought her back into the present. He had moved down to straddle her upper legs and he adjusted the towel to expose her back.

His well oiled hands began a back massage. Working downwards, a hand either side of her spine. Long, slow, firm motions down to her waist then outwards to her sides and back up to be repeated. After a while he changed to a gentle, fingertip motion making her tingle... and not just where he was touching. She felt her nipples harden and a wetness in her cunt.

He changed back to a firmer touch, hands on her hips, he slowly moved them upwards, lowering his torso as he did so. his fingertips brushing the sides of her breasts. She felt his chest hair against her back and then the weight of his body as he slid upwards, his hands now on her shoulders as he lowered himself, his lips kissing the nape of her neck causing her to grind her crotch into the bed.

She was now totally aroused and the pressing of his erection against her buttocks indicated that she wasn't alone. She craved for more touch and wasn't disappointed as his torso slid down her back, he kissed along her spine whilst doing so.

Flicking her towel to the floor gave him a first view of her naked body. He wanted her, but understood that that wasn't on the agenda. A little more oil applied to his hands, he proceeded to massage her left calf muscle then worked slowly up above the knee to her thighs, firm massage strokes mixed with fingertip teasing. his left hand working over her left buttock. his right hand dangerously close to her pussy lips. This was repeated on the other leg. His hands then each massaged a leg, running simultaneously up and down, hands circling her ankles at the bottom end of his movements. Pausing as if to simulate shackles and gently but firmly forcing her legs apart. She had no intention of resisting and wondered if he could now see the wetness of her cunt.

He could, the stickiness was evident and the sudden trickle that ran down her right thigh and onto the bed made him want to lick it clean.

Restraining himself he began kneading her buttocks in both hands. Her large plump bottom alternately pushed tight against her pussy and stretched outward revealing the extent of her wetness and the tightness of her sphincter muscles. The repetition continued, she rubbed her clit against the bedding feeling it engorge. She gasped as he dipped his head, his face enveloped by her arse cheeks, his tongue homing in on the puckered round hole as he began to rim her. Softly at first, licking in a circular motion and then more urgently prodding and prising as he probed rhythmically in and out.

She hasn't sure which would happen first, her head exploding or a siesmic orgasm which the probing of his tongue, the massaging of her gluteus maximus and the pressure of the bedclothes on her clit was close to invoking.

She came hard, gutteral sounds leaving her mouth, trickles of cum leaving her cunt. Her entire body shuddering and convulsing in a massive orgasm.

He moved up the bed, cuddled up to her back and hugged her as her body gradually relaxed against him.

He held her there until she chose to move. She slowly turned to him, hair dishevelled, cheeks pink, looking utterly beautiful. She surprisingly (for both of them) kissed him long and hard, then dipped her fingers into the jar to get a smear of coconut oil which she stroked over his erection and began to slowly masturbate him until ropes of spunk shot over her breasts.

She smiled. "Next time I want you to fuck me"