Only the second half of this is my writing. A female online friend started the story off and I promised to finish it for her. I also promised her I'd publish it. I edited her part slightly so that the story is told from a single point of view, but otherwise the ideas and tone are hers.
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I found out later that you'd always been good at massage....with your husband, anyway. He always used to tell you that you made him so relaxed, so unwound, so excited! Now he was gone, and you had to support yourself somehow.
And then one day you found yourself with the advertising cards you'd made, ready to stick one up in the phone box across town. Dare you? You needed the money really badly. Before you could, there was a soft knocking on the window. You jumped and turned around, dropping the card on the floor. You'd been caught in the act.
There I was, standing there smiling. You were obviously flustered, with tears welling up. I bent down, picked the card up and read it. You stood looking at the floor, ashamed you'd come to this. I placed the card back in your hands and you looked into my face.
I smiled again, trying to make you feel comfortable. Seeing your distress, I took you by the arm into the pub across the road, and ordered you a large brandy. We had a good honest chat and I explained that I understood, as you told me everything. After 2 or 3 glasses, you seemed more relaxed. It turned out that we enjoyed each others company.
Before you knew what you were doing, you were asking me back to your place. You explained that you needed me to help you overcome your first time! If you knew you were ok, then that would make it so much easier for you. You explained that you didn't want payment if things worked out ok - I would always be welcome for a freebie anytime!! I smiled and took your hand, and lead you out of the pub.....15mins later we arrived at your house. The brandies had made you relaxed, and a little giddy!
You left me in the room to undress and lay face down on the massage table, as you nipped upstairs to get changed. You seemed relaxed now and not at all nervous and now feel like you've known me all your life .........it's also been a very long time since you'd had the company of a man. This is going to be a night to remember!
As you walked into the room you dimmed the light and lit the dozen or so candles around the room. You looked towards me, and saw the look of lust in my eyes...you have a clinical ever so short dress on with the zip down the front pulled low down, showing your ample cleavage, bulging out. You turned around and bent over the side table to get a bottle of oil. You could probably feel my eyes on you when I notice that you have no knickers on! The bottom of your cheeks, your hairy bush and your lips were just showing through!
You turned round and walked over to me. You poured some sweet smelling oil over my shoulders, and started working the oil in using hard circular movements, digging your thumbs around my shoulder blades. I started to moan softly. You moved your hands down, your thumbs rubbing into the sides of my spine, moving further down to the base, back up, and bending over me to reach both shoulders. You applied more oil and I could feel your tits pressing against my back, your soft breath against my neck.
You moved around to face me. You stood a foot in front of me, and pulled the zip all the way down, letting your dress fall to the floor. You had a silky see-through bra on, and I can see that your nipples are stretching the silk hard and trying to burst through. Looking further down, I can clearly see your knickerless cunt and a now hard clit and full lips showing beneath your thick bush. I reached one arm towards your cunt, my middle finger feeling between your lips feeling your juices, and with my wet finger circling your hard clit. I know that you haven't had a man in ages, and I can see that you're more wet and swollen than you've ever been. You're going to make this last, because you could cum now just standing there with me now, my three fingers pushing up inside you!