Intimate Granny body massage 1

As a qualified care worker for five years with a secret fetish for fucking and playing with old and even older women, I decided to make my life easier in relation to openly enjoying the bodies of geriatric women.

I know that some old ladies are not interested in sex. But there are quite a lot who are, but find it difficult to, shall we say, get satisfaction. That is why I retrained as a masseur, specialising in intimate body massage for the over-60s. Intimate, in this sense, means a full-body massage that is therapeutic and clinical.

My other reason for retraining is that I know for a fact that a lot of sexual activity takes place in retirement homes. Although it is frowned upon, it does take place, usually between carers and guests, and if kept discreet, managers accept it. Therefore, I thought my massage service would legitimately fill a sexual need in nursing and retirement homes.

I wrote letters of introduction to 10 high-class, expensive establishments and received invitations to informal interviews at 2 of them. In them, I suggested I work for 2 days a week.

Highbury Vista was a very posh place, with 30 residents in private suites and fees of nearly £1800 a week. The Matron, Mrs James, was a very nice lady in her late 50s, and we hit it off immediately.

"How long have you been practising, Peter?"

"Just over 18 months, Mrs James; that includes an additional 6-month training module for the treatment of those over 60."

"That's interesting. What is special about the over-60s bodies?"

"Well, their skin is thinner, bones more fragile and, forgive me, but it is important, their sexual organs are more delicate... especially women's."

"Do you also cater for elderly men?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Peter, this is a delicate subject, but some of our female residents are, shall we sexually excitable. How would you cope with them?"

The professional answer would be to ensure strict no intimate contact. But in my letter to Matron I said my service was therapeutic and clinical. " Off the record, Mrs James, we both know that some illicit sexual activity happens in virtually all homes of this type. In the case of ladies who are excitable, I would be keen to give them a more satisfying therapeutic result.. An additional benefit is that I am a great admirer of elderly ladies."

"I think, Peter, you show a remarkably mature approach to the job for one so young. How old are you​?"

"29, Mrs James."

"I would be happy to offer you the job if I am satisfied with your therapeutic service."

"Will it be with a resident?"

"No, Peter, it will be me. OK?

We made arrangements for me to visit her at her flat after work. She welcomed me dressed in a simple housecoat. "Before we start, I think calling me Mrs James is too formal, so from here on call me Helen. Have you brought everything you need, Peter?"

I put all my stuff on the bed, including a new type of high-absorbent incontinence bed protector sheet. Inspecting it Helen was curious as to why it would be needed. I answered, " Helen, the answer is simple. I massage elderly ladies with the objective of giving them intense orgasms. And as their orgasm builds, they can and often do lose bladder control and start to slowly pee with excitement, which I call sex dribbles. And in some cases, they heighten the orgasm by squirting really hard when it comes. From experience, some ladies deliberately make sure their bladder is full before the massage, as they have told me; it helps stimulate the clitoris.

We went into her bedroom, and I put the piss protector on top of the duvet. "Helen, when I am working, I always let the ladies decide if they want to keep their bra and knickers on. Not that it matters because as soon as they feel my magic, they want them off. Now, would you like bra and knickers on or off?"

"Peter, you are making me so curious; you can have me naked, and please get to the orgasm asap."

After warming the coconut oil, I got her to lie on her front and started massaging her feet and calves. Then I spread her chubby legs and got between them as I dripped more oil on her arse and started to massage her cheeks. She started simpering just a bit, signalling her pleasure. So far, so good.

With her legs still spread, I worked harder on her ass cheeks, occasionally allowing my thumbs to graze over her nice hairy pussy and slide up and over her asshole. Still whimpering, she spread her legs, inviting me to play with her body even more.

"Are you nice and relaxed, Helen?"

"Yes, Peter, extremely."

"I'm going to work on your back and shoulders."

I eased my hands up her back and worked on it and her shoulders a bit more. Helen then lifted her bum just an inch or so, which clearly showed that she wanted me to return my attention there. I, of course, obliged, working her ass cheeks with my thumb and every so often "accidentally" making contact with her hairy cunt lips. She giggled whenever I did.

Then I moved to massaging her inner thighs, working from her mid-thighs up to her cunt, which I noticed was releasing tiny piss sex dribbles. She was clearly getting turned on by the inner-thigh attention because her whimpering intensified. I glanced between her legs and could see her glistening lips and clitoris, wet and ready for action.

My 8-inch cock was so ready and throbbing, I got it out and asked her to turn over and started massaging her saggy tits.

To my surprise, she took hold of my cock and started to give me the most glorious hand job, smiling as she pleasured me. I looked deeply into her eyes, not quite expecting this, and then cupped her breasts in my hands, stroking her nipples with my thumbs (which got her more worked up).

"This feels so good, Helen, but I am certain you would prefer me to fuck you."

Not saying a word, she turned around and got on all fours, dropping to her elbows as an irresistible invitation. My cock effortlessly slid in as she moaned in pleasure and looked back at me, biting her lip.

Her lovely old cunt was surprisingly tight, warm, and being inside her felt heavenly.

Before I started fucking her, she began rocking back and forth, in effect fucking me as she fingered her large engorged clit, to orgasm.

I then shot my spunk right up her and collapsed beside her.

Breathing heavily, Helen smiled and added, Peter, I wasn't expecting you to fuck me, but it was lovely. I am convinced that within a couple of months every old lady here will be so happy.